northernbook Chapter 492: The Beheading Plan Revisited
Chapter 492: The Beheading Plan Revisited
Old Skeleton—now you can’t call him Old Skeleton anymore.
The high elf that appeared before him didn't look like a skeleton at all.
Of course, not old.
Rillifane Rorazil is the most powerful figure in the First Age and the most handsome figure in the Second Age of the Elven Pantheon.
Hanali, who is in charge of love, used to be his little fan girl - and it seems that she still is now.
But Rillifane does look quite decent, except for his deliberately exaggerated accent which is a bit of a downer.
He dodged Angris who was pouncing on him, ran carefully around to the long table, and slapped Alduin on his big bald head.
"Don't make fun of the lich thing! I'm not even a lich!
How long have I been gone... By the way, where is that kid Ivan?"
After hearing Rillifane's question, all the gods in the hall fell into silence.
Rillifan was genuinely stunned at this moment.
No reply? Could it be that...
“Girl, you are the most honest among these guys.
Come on, tell me, what happened to that kid Ivan?
And what about the half-elf sisters? How come I didn't see them at all?"
Larry was frightened and at a loss when he was suddenly approached by a handsome face.
She glanced down, not daring to meet Rillifane's gaze.
"Ever since the war, Ai-Ai-Wen has just, just, just..."
"Why are you so shy, human?
Go away, go away! "
A certain schizophrenic goddess who couldn't hold herself back pushed the confused Larriel away with her elbow and rushed to Rillifane again.
“Ivan has been in a coma, and Iris’s two daughters are taking turns to take care of him.
Old man, I haven't asked you yet.
How did you get this body back?"
After saying that, he started to touch Rillifane all over.
"Stop! Stop it! You female hooligan!
Shahani! Come out and take care of this guy!
I have just recovered, and my physical condition is worse than that of a mortal..."
After a while, the discussion topic in the hall was brought back to the main topic.
"So, without that kid Ivan, you don't know what to do?"
After getting rid of Angris's harassment, Rillifane began to return to his mysophobic self.
He took out a small file from somewhere and carefully filed the burrs on his nails.
"It's not that we don't know, but... we are struggling with how to start the plan that Ivan mentioned before."
"plan?"
"The plan is to send a small team to sneak into the enemy camp, mark the enemy leader, and then use magic to carry out ultra-long-range strikes."
Rillifane glanced at Alduin beside him, then looked at Labelas who looked calm and composed.
“I don’t understand, this plan does work, but it’s incredibly dangerous.
According to the little city lord, there is at least one pervert wearing a tin can in the enemy camp, and there may even be a human god.
Once you are discovered... no matter how well you hide, you will probably be dead..."
"but……"
Labelas opened his mouth but swallowed back what he was going to say next.
Indeed, the danger of a decapitation mission is too great.
Once it fails, no matter how many people go there, I'm afraid no one will be able to come back alive.
Just as the silver-haired old elf lowered his head and remained silent, Nordman's voice sounded quietly.
"But the ammunition and manpower here are simply not enough to support a war of the same scale."
Nordman is absolutely right.
The elves were in a very different predicament, and these gods knew it much better than she did.
But the problem is that a group of elf gods themselves cannot carry out this task.
What? Do you think all the soldiers in the human kingdom are blind?
Can't you see the high elf's two-meter height, or can't you see its long and pointed ears?
Just from the appearance, you can tell that this is not a human...
Even if they all put on hoods to hide their bodies, it is impossible not to arouse suspicion when they look so secretive.
In the entire elven courtyard, perhaps only Ivan, Xiuman, and Laovita and others can sneak into the enemy camp without arousing suspicion at the first time.
"Please put it this way, Rillifane.
This mission is considered a suicide mission, but judging from the current situation, I'm afraid the decapitation plan is the best solution at the moment...
However, this mission is too dangerous.
The Elven God System is very grateful for the help of the alien races, but we cannot let these well-intentioned alien races die for us..."
“But if we don’t do this, how long can we last?
If we don't delay the enemy, as long as they come again, the entire Elf Courtyard will be gone!"
"Then what do you think we should do? Continue to fight hard with the other party?
The last battle had already wiped out nearly half of the manpower, one of whom was an Elf God!
We simply can’t afford to waste time!”
For a moment, the hall was noisy.
Several elf gods began to argue with each other.
Labellas did not participate in the debate.
He looked quietly at the elven gods, then quietly looked at Rillifane who had just returned, and sighed helplessly.
"Isn't it just making a few spell marks in the Kingdom Knights? I can go there."
The sound was not loud, but it made the noisy hall suddenly silent.
Xiuman, wearing a light noble hunting suit, appeared at the entrance of the hall.
The little maid who had been following him all the time chased after Xiuman with an anxious look on her face, trying to stop the impulsive city lord.
But she was still a step slow.
The gods, who had been making so much noise, raised their heads again.
This is the second time today that someone has appeared outside the hall door.
"But I didn't accept this mission for you."
Labelas looked at the human at the door curiously.
But he soon realized the reason why the other party took the initiative to take on this mission to die.
The silver-haired old elf stood up, performed a complicated greeting towards Xiuman, and then spoke.
"Lord Xiuman, you will gain the most sincere friendship of the elven pantheon."
Hearing this statement of approval, Xuman nodded, and then had no intention of participating in the meeting in the hall, and walked directly in the direction he came from.
"Wait, Lord Xiuman."
Nordman stood up and quickly walked over to Shuman.
"I think you need a helper. Believe me, a priest who is about to be promoted to a legend will not be a burden to you."
The young city lord looked at the chief priest of the Temple of Tyr, who was not much shorter than him, and there was something strange in his pupils.
"Don't tell me you have the same plan as me."
Xiuman was somewhat wary of this priestess who had come to the Elf Court alone.
He once suspected that Nordman might rebel at a critical juncture in the battle.
But after the last war, Xiuman guessed the reason why this beautiful sister stood against Tyr.
Nordman gave a nice smile, and then heaved a sigh of relief.
“I am not as great as you, Lord Xiuman.
I just don’t want the knights and priests in my parish to be summoned to die in the capital.”