Chapter 1203 Helena, a Dead Old Woman, Really Deserves to Die

The first takeaway order was confirmed, and Mag felt a lot more relaxed. Compared with those complicated alleys and various houses, it was obviously easier for Connie to deliver food to Basti Prison than to get lost.

Such a large prison, with such a gate, how could it be delivered?

"Welcome to come next time." Yabei Mia sent the last customer away, turned over the wooden sign on the door, and announced the end of business this morning.

"So, what should I do?" Connie walked down the stairs with her helmet in her arms. She watched everyone busy all morning, but she didn't do anything. Although she was relaxed, she felt a little embarrassed .

"If you're really bored, you can go around the street on a bicycle and get familiar with the street." Mag looked around, fixed his eyes on Anna at the side, and said with a smile: "Anna, do you want to go with me?" Connie going out for a walk together?"

"Okay." Anna nodded her head.

"If she gets lost, remember to bring her back." Mag took a little white rabbit earmuffs and put them on Anna's head, whispering.

"En." Anna obediently responded, then put on her helmet, and Connie, who was fully armed, walked towards the door.

"Be careful, don't fall Anna." Mag and Connie warned.

"Don't worry, I'm riding super..."

"Snapped--"

Connie, who was pushing the bicycle, stepped on a piece of ice, fell to the ground on her back, and was crushed by the bicycle.

"Sister Connie, are you okay?" Anna asked anxiously.

"Stable..." Connie's weak voice came from the ground.

"How dare you laugh at the ugly duckling." Mag pouted, removed the bicycle from Connie, and picked her up from the ground.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling poked its head out of the door, and gave Connie a contemptuous sideways glance.

"Meow has stumbled, it's nothing..." Connie coughed twice, turned over and got on the bicycle, then patted the back seat of the incubator after removing it, and said confidently: "Little Anna, Get in the car, my sister will take you for a ride."

"I think... I'd better continue to practice cooking in the restaurant..." Anna said with some concern.

"Do not worry,

No problem really. Connie patted her big breasts to assure her, her eyes turned, and she fell on the ugly duckling standing at the door, her eyes lit up and said: "How about we take this stupid cat with us?" "

"Meow!"

The hair on the ugly duckling's body stood up all of a sudden, and it disappeared through the door with a bang.

"Well~ you don't believe me so much?" Connie asked a little disappointed.

Unable to withstand Connie's invitation, Anna finally got on Connie's bicycle.

"Mr. Mag, I'm here at the order of the Palace Master." Mag was about to enter the door when a black shadow quietly appeared beside him, lowering his voice.

"Come in." McGrath opened the door, let the man in black enter the restaurant first, and followed him.

He had noticed this shadow a long time ago, so he let Anna go out to play with Connie.

"This is what the Lord asked me to hand over to you." The man in black handed over a black wooden box half a meter square to Mag.

"Thank you." Mag took the box. The box is not heavy, and it should be full of materials, but it seems that there should be a lot of it.

"Farewell." The man in black didn't say much, and the black mist rose and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Mag carried the box and walked quickly to the study upstairs. This should be the latest information of all races that Michael and Roland promised to share with him yesterday.

McGonagall already knows the history of Nolan Continent and the history of grievances and grievances of various ethnic groups through continuous reading in the past few months.

But those core materials that are really close to the ruling class of each ethnic group, as well as the current situation of each ethnic group, are not available to those Pepsi houses that sell gossip on the roadside.

These materials are exactly what Mag needs most, and they are also one of his most valued bargaining chips in this transaction.

Going upstairs and closing the study door, Mag put the box on the desk. As soon as his hand touched the lock, a dark gray light flashed across the surface of the box, and the light golden light covering the box dissipated. The lock snapped open.

Opening the box, there are stacks of materials neatly stacked inside, tied with hemp ropes by category, with words such as Ross Empire, Wind Forest, etc. written on them, including the city of chaos. There are a total of nine materials, and none of the forces is missing.

"I don't know what kind of sincerity the Palace Master and the City Master will show." Mag whispered to himself, and picked up the information about the Wind Forest.

Untied the hemp rope, removed the top piece of oiled paper, and the first report with the words 'Urgent Report' written in red immediately attracted Mag's attention.

"The night elves obtained food and grass from unknown sources, and the food quality of the far elf guards made the guards' morale turbulent. A patrol team of 30 people defected at the same time the night before and voluntarily joined the night elves. Berg ordered to strengthen the patrol intensity , and began to assemble teams, preparing to launch a second siege against the night elves.

As for the Forest of Wind, the High Priestess Helena has assembled five thousand elves because the guards have been besieged for a long time, and tomorrow they will set off for the border of the Catacombs to join Berg and encircle the night elves..."

Mag put down the urgent report with a serious expression on his face. Sargeras just returned to Chaos City yesterday, so it can be seen that the urgent report should have arrived not long ago. The sincerity of Michael and Roland is indeed sufficient.

The situation of the night elves is even worse than McGonagall expected. It seems that Helena and Berg have reached a consensus that the unstable factor of the night elves must be completely resolved before the peace talks between the various tribes.

Putting the emergency report aside, Mag continued to look through the information of the elves, and soon he found an introduction to the current strength of the night elves and the wind forest.

After a month of rapid expansion, the number of night elves is still no more than a thousand, and most of them are slave elves with low strength and low combat effectiveness.

Most of the elves rushing to the Catacombs from all parts of the Nolan Continent were intercepted by the elves sent by the Forest of Wind on the way. Those who could reach the Catacombs had no strength to break through the blockade and join the night elves.

On the other hand, Forest of Wind has dispatched 10,000 elite guards to besiege the Catacombs. Although there is no terrain advantage, both high-end combat power and backbone forces have defeated the night elves. The elves are very likely to be destroyed.

McGonagall pondered for a while, then continued to look through the information of the elves.

This information is very detailed and highly time-sensitive. The most recent one was just sent back last night. It clearly lists the current situation of the Wind Forest and the grievances and grievances of the important figures in the elves.

"Helena, this damn old woman, really deserves to die..." Mag put down the last piece of paper and whispered to himself.