They thought that the elves were already at their limit, but they didn't expect another group of figures to appear in the sky, which made everyone's jaw drop. The blue figure did not hide his arrogance, and even brought more people than the other tribes combined.

The man in the lead had a particularly arrogant smile, and he brought the most gifts.

There are already many gifts brought by the human race and dragon race, but the gifts brought by the sea race are even more numerous.

For a while, they couldn't see where the end of the long queue was and where the gift queue was extended.

At first, Po Saisi didn't plan to give so many things, he just brought gifts that meet the regulations.

But... Last night, he found His Majesty last night. So he immediately sent Alicia back to the bottom of the sea, and then went to get more and more precious gifts.

Fortunately, there was enough time, and they had all the gifts ready before seven o'clock.

"Why did the sea clan come here? Isn't the relationship between the sea clan and the demon clan always incompatible?" Someone asked in surprise.

"Priests of Galadriel."

The two sides arrived almost at the same time, and Bo Saixi landed next to Galadriel. Both of them were wearing complicated dresses. They were both strong in the clan, and their temperament and power were not weaker than each other. The posture of heaven and man, standing together is particularly seductive.

"Your Majesty the Sea King."

"The gift you brought... it seems to be a little short." Bo Saixi was extremely disgusted with the few boxes that Galadriel brought.

It looks shabby, and it's not ashamed to take it out.

"This is a regulation, and there are no mistakes or omissions." Galadriel resisted his irritability and dealt with Bo Saixi, "It's you, you are very attentive."

"I like His Majesty the Demon King, so naturally I want to give it to him." Bo Saixi did not hide his meaning at all, "If the other party is willing to go back with me, even if I give him the entire sea clan, I am also willing."

"His Majesty the Sea King is very affectionate and righteous." When Galadriel heard the words, his eyes widened a bit: "It's just, I don't know which Demon King His Majesty knows your intentions."

"I said it, and of course he knows." Bo Saixi laughed: "I'm not a coward."

coward?

Galadriel sneered.

Who is the coward is not sure.

☆, Chapter 68

Chapter 68

The cooperation between the sea clan and the demon clan is known only to the person in charge on their own side.

Although the Demon Race has been open to outsiders over the years, the Sea Race rarely appears in the Demon Race's realm.

On the one hand, it's because they don't like the air of the Demon Realm. On the other hand, their ideas are actually conflicting.

Everyone present couldn't figure out why the two of them, the elves and the sea, would abandon their previous hatred and participate in the succession ceremony of the devil together.

The two held guns and sticks at the door. In the eyes of other people who didn't know, this was the friendly communication and courtesy between the two races.

Poseysi and Galadriel always had smiles on their faces when they talked to each other. They knew very well that even if they scolded each other's relatives at this time, they could not show an unhappy expression, and Poseysi laughed from the back, look. The relationship between the two sides became more harmonious.

Look, these two are still going in together!

This relationship is really good!

Could it be that they came to participate in the succession hall of the Demon King... voluntary?

Or do they form an alliance and want to come to Amos to find a sense of existence?

Or maybe Amos had their handle in their hands, so they had to come to participate.

Regardless of the possibility, the end result is the same.

Galadriel and Bo Saixi refused to let anyone, and from the moment they met, they went in, and when they faced other people, they calmed down.

Outsiders are quite envious.

No matter how much envy, can't envy, and some powerful guests who are far inferior to those of the king also come one after another.

The exclamations of the onlookers did not stop, but the few Wang Zhuyu in front and the powerhouses in the back who came to participate in the ceremony failed to cause more sensation.

Only the official coronation ceremonies were held on the periphery, while the others took place inside the palace. It's just that for the convenience of others to observe, the demons urgently did some treatment to the gate of the palace last night. They dismantled the gate and opened it up, making it a semi-open place similar to a church overnight.

Although people outside could not come in, they could see the inside from the door of the half-opened auditorium.

"Our place is a bit far, and we can't see the people inside at all. Their modeling must be very good-looking." Eugene's teammates said enviously, "Although it is not impossible to see them in the future, I still want to see them at this time. …”

When the game released the promotional video, only a few important NPCs of each race were disclosed.

These NPCs are basically guided by newcomers, but the kings of each race are all black silhouettes. Only after entering the game can they see the appearance of the other party.

And after coming into the game, there is no way to see them in the clan, and it is necessary to keep upgrading, or to achieve some kind of achievement to see them.

Originally, it was easy for people to give up by hanging on the appetite of others, but seeing those NPCs who have already announced their appearance... They feel that they can continue to wait!

It's just that ordinary NPCs are so good-looking, and the kings of all races must be better-looking!

"There should be a player in the front row who recorded the screen, and you can go to the forum to see what they look like." Eugene sent a lot of messages to Qiao Nan in the background, but Qiao Nan never responded.

The message he sent didn't get a little response, and Qiao Nan, who didn't reply to Eugene, had no time to pay attention to him at this time.

The housekeeper was making the final preparations for him, arranging his clothes and headgear, and even his hair was tidied to one side.

He was wearing a red cloak, dragging the floor for nine feet, rolling a circle of white raw edges, thick and heavy, and the hem of the cloak was held by the maids.