Seeing the Red-clothed Grand Archbishop of the Church of the Good God reach an agreement with Muria, the faces of the twelve Dukes who came to participate in the council were extremely ugly.
"What should we do?" A Duke as sturdy as a bear suppressed his anger and asked.
"Surrender or leave this continent, you only have these two choices," said Frost Queen Clodia, sitting next to Muria, raising her head and looking at these twelve Dukes of Northland, "Oh, yes, you actually still have a third choice, confront me and then be killed by me."
"You…" One Duke looked expectantly towards the group of Red-clothed Grand Archbishops sitting together, but disappointingly, these Archbishops were meditating at this time and didn't even glance at them.
