Author: Panda's Big Wooden House

Looking around, Ferteste said, "Nifgaard is our enemy, there is no problem."

"Temolia is enough to deal with Niphgad himself, but it would be better if there was a big goal to keep the enemy out, and that would be fine."

"But what after? After the recapture of Sintra? Who will rule Sintra?"

Fulteste pointed out a key question: "Is Lannister? Or is Cialira, who has not appeared in the face for more than a year?"

Lann frowned, he knew what Fortestey was going to say. But he replied:

"Of course it's Princess Cialilla, who is the granddaughter of Aunt Karanser and the first heir to the throne."

"Very good, since you've said that, then there's a second problem."

"Thanks to your story of "Knight and Princess", everyone in the North also knew the relationship between the male lion and the young lion, but—" said Fulteste, "You are no longer a knight, but

A witch hunter, right?"

Lann's lion's eyes looked straight at Fortestey: "Yes, I've never denied this."

"So, like I said - everyone knows your relationship, what should Princess Cirila do when she grows up? As far as I know, the witch hunter is infertile."

Fulteste shook his head: "We can't spend so much effort to support Sintra, but then we watched Sintra collapse again decades because there was no heir? What should we do then?

Do it, hold another meeting and then support Sintra?”

Now, it is really up to the point. Not only Hensette, but also Vizmir II, Queen Miwei, Demavi and others have become hesitant.

Vyzmir II frowned and said, "That's something I'll consider later. Now Nifgaard's problem is the first to be affected..."

"But it is something that must be considered, no matter sooner or later." Fulteste retorted.

Other kings have to admit that this is indeed a question worth discussing.

"If you want me to tell me, there is only one solution." Hunsette smiled, "Let their princesses - that Cialilla - marry the son of someone here. This is what Fulteste you are fighting

Is your idea? I heard that you have a lot of illegitimate children!"

"If I remember correctly, you have no heirs in Henset, and you have never intended to give birth to another one." Demavi of Aden said suddenly.

Hunsette slammed the table and stood up.

Lann looked at Fulteste and knew that the king had not given up his initial thoughts. It seemed that Yada had not convinced her father to give Sintra more help during this period.

Lann knew he had to make some promises at this moment.

"Princess Cialilla is only twelve years old this year, and is far from the age of marriage." Lane said slowly, "but I can guarantee to you that Sintra will have a heir of lion blood in the future."

"Not only that!" Hunsette touched his beard, fearing that the world would not be in chaos. "That heir must be related to someone we participated in the meeting today. After all, we have helped Sintra, so there must be rewards, right?

This time I didn’t think about myself even a little bit, because I don’t have a son!”

Vizmir II was silent. Demawi no longer confronted Hensette, but looked at Lann.

This is in the interests of all countries in the north.

Only Queen Miwei lowered her eyes: "My two sons are not a good match. They are not a king's material, and there is no need to be a prince to harm other countries."

Fulteste hypocritically praised: "So your beauty and kindness are passed down to the North, Miwei."

Lane looked at everyone's eyes, looking at them one by one.

His thoughts were beyond this meeting: if I remember correctly, everyone present except Queen Miwei died young.

When will they die and how do they die? Can they speed up the process?

There are so many countries in the north...

Lan said meaningfully: "I am not a person who does not know the general. If your Majesty insists, the future monarch of Sintra will definitely be a family with your heirs."

"I also know that this is the best result for Sintra. But the princess is young, so we have to discuss who to make a marriage contract with."

"Great." Fultesta nodded with satisfaction, as if he had won. "Our help to Sintra is also based on this agreement. If Sintra breaks the contract in the future, we have the right to take back our help!"

This was a naked threat, and Lane was also staring at the other person at this moment.

"Of course. Please rest assured, your Majesty, I will not give you the opportunity to take back your help."

Lane was humorous, and the kings present cooperated and smiled at different levels.

So Lane smiled too.

…………

Just when every participant in the Haji Fortress thought he had achieved great success, dark power was brewing not far from the Pontal Valley.

In the forest camp, the non-human race troops that had previously attracted Queen Miwei to give the fork-tailed dragon and corpse-eating monsters are rectifying their equipment.

Of course, these non-human race forces have a more official name - the Squirrel Party.

Compared with last time, they now have a lot less people.

They have mixed races.

The elves have long and tall bodies, and many of them have tattoos like vines and leaves. They carefully check their bows and arrows, and of course, knives and spears are indispensable.

The dwarves used stones as stools as whetstones to give their axes the last time. They talked and laughed with the elves, without seeing any tension in the outside world.

Halflings were about the same height as dwarves, but their hands and feet were thinner. They were tidying up leather slingshots and stuffing stones that were grinding as smooth as pebbles into the skin.

Dwarfs, who are smaller than dwarves and halflings, can only do some logistics tasks, such as helping everyone organize their equipment.

"Your hands and feet are more flexible, so you'll be treated as scouts in a while, and there's always someone who needs to keep a watch." A dwarf suddenly said to the half-ling around him, "Leave the charge to us, after all, you're not good at fighting."

The halfling curled his lips: "We are not good at fighting, we just like peace. But humans have not let us go. This time, we just let you see how brave the halfling can be to protect our family."

The dwarf wrinkled his nose and began to laugh.

The leaders of this group of squirrel party were a male elves, sitting at the edge of the camp.

Judging from his size, he seems to be no different from the elves around him, and he is equally slender and strong.

He was wearing a red turban, and under the turban was a pair of light yellow eyes. Of course, it was not the cat's eyes of the witcher, and his pupils were in normal shape.

"Iophis!" Suddenly a companion called out his name, which attracted the leader of the squirrel party to turn around.

"What's up?"

"The order came from Niphgad." The speaker was wearing a linen robe, looking as if he was a spellcaster. "He asked us to do it right away and interfere with the process of the meeting."

After hearing this, Eophys nodded and turned his gaze back into the forest, as if waiting for something.

"He was given too late, even if we take action now, we can't interfere with the meeting."

"But we can try to interfere with the North."

The elf leader looked into the depths of the forest in a daze.

From above the mountain to the east, a faint eagle cry came.

From the plain to the west, there seemed to be a roar like a dragon but not a dragon.

The sun gradually sets, and one elves and half-lings appear from the dense forest. They are all in a mess and are injured, either slightly or severely.

"Thirteen people are missing." The adjutant, who was responsible for counting the number, stepped forward and whispered in Eophis's ear.

The elf leader nodded with a heavy expression.

Immediately a dwarf stepped forward to help the injured companion and bandaged the wounds for them.

Eophis continued to stand on the edge of the camp until the moon rose.

But the person he was waiting for still did not come back.

He couldn't wait anymore. It was not because the people who went out were precious, but because the tasks they were going to perform were top priority.

"Go and go and have a look!"

With five confidants on the spot, Eophes led them to the ground between the woods, and the evening breeze could not catch up with them.

A faint smell of blood appeared in the air.

"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!"

The strange voice shocked Eophis suddenly. When he looked up, he turned out to be a group of forest crows.

Rarely do such large groups of animals appear together.

In addition to the mission targets that the team sent by Eophis was about to contact, the guy often followed Lin Ya.

In other words, their mission has been completed and the mission goal has been drawn out from the depths of the dense forest.

But where are they now?

"Tick" "Tick"

Eophis met them soon.

A vine that rushed out of the ground seemed to pierce through an elf's body, entered from her left waist and came out from her right shoulder.

The land beneath him had been completely dyed dark red, and his abdomen was like a dry pool, and his blood was still ticking down.

【The blood has not dried yet.】 Iopus thought to himself, 【They were just killed not long ago.】
To be continued...