Two elves, each holding a record sheet, stood opposite Anselmo's wooden table.
An elf stepped forward, holding a record sheet, and said with a grief-stricken expression:
"Your Majesty, a total of 5,700 ordinary elves have been abducted. This number has not yet been confirmed, but the number of elves that have already gone missing is likely to be higher."
"Nearly nine hundred members of the Elven Guard were also abducted, and the death toll reached three hundred and twenty-one..."
Anselmo sat in the chair, his left hand supporting his forehead, his right hand clenched into a fist on the wooden table, his seventh-level aura emanating outwards uncontrollably.
Another elf, carrying a record sheet, stepped forward as well, a serious expression on his handsome face, and said:
"Your Majesty, according to yesterday's statistics, the buildings in the northern area of the Golden Forest were completely destroyed by the previous powerful explosion. The estimated loss is three hundred million gold coins."
"The northern region is still shrouded in that ominous aura. It would be best to invite the pastors of the Church of Light to purify it."
"Moreover, the three giant war trees that previously guarded the northern part of the Golden Forest have been corrupted by an ominous force, and it seems impossible for them to recover."
Anselmo's forehead veins bulged after hearing this.
Damn it!
"Damn it!!" Anselmo gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger.
The Golden Forest has always been a renowned power on the continent; when has it ever suffered such humiliation!
The Golden Forest suffered such severe damage during Anselmo's reign; how will the elves of the Golden Forest view him in the future?
Anselmo, suppressing his anger, asked, "Didn't the Magic Association say they were going to punish the Order of Madness? Where are they!?"
For a moment, Anselmo even vented his anger on the Magic Association.
One of the elves, overwhelmed by Anselmo's terrifying aura, spoke in a trembling voice:
"Your Majesty, the Magic Association is quite far from the west. Judging by the time, they should have just arrived in the western region by now."
Seeing this, Anselmo exhaled, withdrew his aura, and said:
"Contact Milo for me and tell him that the Golden Forest has joined the war!"
"This time, if I don't uproot the Church of Madness, I'd rather not be the Elf King!!" Anselmo slammed his fist on the table.
...
Ten days later, just as the clash between the Golden Forest and the Mad Order had ended.
Milo and his group finally arrived at the front lines between the Western forces and the Mad Cult.
The Principality of Beacons.
A medium-sized country with a population of nearly one million.
When Milo and his group arrived, the legions sent by other forces from the continent had already arrived; they were among the last few to arrive.
The group landed on a plaza platform in the central palace complex of the Principality of Bekens.
As soon as the group landed, several intelligence agents waiting on the platform quickly surrounded them, their faces anxious, as if they had some urgent intelligence to report to Milo.
But before those people could speak, Milo raised his hand to stop them.
He turned to look at Renn behind him and said solemnly:
“Raine, because of your unique individual combat strength, you now have two choices.”
"First: Stay by my side and I will assign you tasks, so you will always be under my watchful eye and your safety will be guaranteed."
"Second: Act alone and become a free agent on the battlefield. Go wherever there is fighting. With your combat strength, as long as you are there, I believe there is no position that cannot be conquered."
"However, the second option means I can't focus my attention on you, so it's somewhat dangerous. You need to be careful at all times."
"Now it's your turn to choose."
Without even thinking, Ryan blurted out, "Two!"
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