Holy Maiden, please be in peace

Chapter 564
Ever since he found out which stone could cross the river, the barren land was almost in a state of boiling.

At this time, few city lords planned to guard against each other, or to attack each other.

Because everything is unnecessary.

It's true that the wasteland is huge, but that's about it.

And there is no bustling at all. There are only all of you. What fun is there?
But the outside world is different.

According to the rumors, there are many races outside, and there are all kinds of people.

Not only that, but there are also a lot of resources outside.

The wasteland is nothing but a barren land after all.
But the outside world is different.

The outside world is a different civilization.

And I am going to conquer this civilization!

Only in this way can one's own life be of the greatest value.

Instead of engaging in various city lord battles here.

City Lord Brawl needs someone to watch.

The so-called conquest requires someone.

Otherwise, if a random person goes to a barren mountain and wild place, and then talks about conquest, what kind of conquest is this?

What is the meaning of such a conquest?
Do not!
Conquest like this means nothing.

Besides, the current situation in the wasteland has formed an almost stable situation, and if there are no major accidents, no one will break the situation.

So, they are eager to get out.

That world is a big stage.

After going out, you can continue to conquer!
It can turn the world upside down!
As a result, almost all the city owners planned to migrate.

But, again, some people feel panicked.

What if the people outside are strong?
In other words, in fact, there are many treasures in the wasteland.

Those spirit flowers, spirit grass, etc. are extremely precious.

This is the result of the law of the wilderness being more complete than the outside world.

There must be no such good panacea in the outside world.

But yeah.
People from the outside world are like that.

So, under the organization of the only two god-refining realms in the wasteland, the city lords in the wasteland wanted to hold a meeting.

Regarding the content of the meeting, it is naturally how to attack the world that I have longed for.

After all, everyone wants to go out, but they are afraid of worrying about the future.

If that's the case, it's fine for these people to make an agreement with each other.

Anyway, if we go out, other people can't do anything, and we must set up a charter.

Otherwise, he would go to the outside world and get nothing in the end. Otherwise, he would lose his old lair, which would be really fucked up.

There is more.

In the past, everyone couldn't get out of the wasteland. Anyway, there is only such a big site, and it's not too small.

But there are few people.
Now, everyone will stop fighting and keep expanding.

Whoever takes down the territory will belong to whoever it is, and all the city lords should stop for a while and don't mess around.

The meeting chose the fastest time, and this time could just notify all the city lords.

The next day, the city lords of all the people in the wasteland came.

Even some old tortoises who usually retreat and pretend to be dead have rushed to this meeting.

Which naturally also includes Dragon Lord.

In fact, the Dragon Clan now controls a total of eight cities and is the most powerful person in the wasteland.

So the words of the Dragon Lord carry a lot of weight!
And the abbot of this meeting is an old man in the wilderness.

The oldest old man, I don't know how old he is.

Anyway, over 30 years old, that's for sure.

Usually he retreats, and then hangs his own life with secret techniques. He is always afraid of death, and is nicknamed a shrinking turtle behind his back by many city lords.

But then.

Jokes belong to joking.

For the seniority and strength of the other party, these city lords still highly recognize it.

It can be said that in the wilderness, no one is more qualified than this old guy to organize this meeting.

"Everyone."

The old man sat at the front seat, his old eyes scanning the audience.

Although old, but without the slightest twilight, with a sharpness like a goshawk.

"This time the other party is invited, as for the reason, I think everyone should already know.

That's right, it's about leaving the wasteland.

First of all, we need to thank our Dragon City City Lord.

If it weren't for the city lord of Dragon City, we might have to wait hundreds or thousands of years before we could discover Hanhe's anomaly. "

It is the city lord of Dragon City, who saved us from spending a thousand years in this cage!

I suggest that we first offer a toast to the City Lord of Dragon City. "

The old man stood up first, and the maid beside him hurried forward to fill the wine glass for the old man.

"Thank you, Dragon City City Lord! A toast to the City Lord!"

Seeing the situation, all the city lords also stood up and raised their wine glasses to the dragon city city lord.

The maids serving the various city lords are all filling wine glasses for these noble beings.

Dragon Lord actually doesn't like these postures very much, and also doesn't like these guys very much.

But no matter what, he didn't reach out to hit the smiling person, and the other party was already showing weakness, and he really wanted to go out. In order to save more troubles, the Dragon Lord stood up and raised his glass:
"You don't need to thank me, the cold river mutation, even without me, sooner or later, someone else will discover it.

But the old guy is right, and now it is indeed necessary to establish a charter. "

As the words fell, the Dragon Lord didn't intend to clink glasses with them at all, and directly raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.

Although the old man sitting in the main seat was called an old guy by a younger generation, this old man didn't care at all, instead he was smiling, the wrinkles on his face were all wrinkled together, and he looked happy all the time.

"Come, come, toast the Dragon Lord."

The old man clinked a glass with the dragon master symbolically, and then drank it down.

After the old man drank it all in one gulp, the other city lords naturally didn't have the slightest pretense, and they all drank it one after another.

Drinking a glass of wine, although it was just a formality, everyone's hearts were a little more stable.

After all, since everyone is willing to drink here, at least everyone wants to sit down and talk.

At least the quarrel in the scene was so stiff that it didn't appear.

"Okay, everyone, come on, sit down."

The old man in the wasteland happily invited everyone to sit down.

In the past two days, the old man has temporarily drawn up some rough rules.

The old man waved his hand, and the maid handed out some papers.

Some rules made by the old man are written on the paper bundles.

The most important one is the temporary alliance of the city lords of the wasteland. In any case, within a hundred years, they are not allowed to do anything that damages the interior of the wasteland, otherwise all the city lords of the wasteland will jointly attack.

The above articles are written very righteously.

But from the Dragon Lord's point of view, he scoffed.

(End of this chapter)