The Crisis of the Pride

Love them?

Of course not!

Chu Xiaoye had no choice but to return. It was not that he could not bear to leave, let alone love them.

"Your Majesty, please repair the bridge quickly."

After returning to the room in the castle, Chu Xiaoye requested.

Lanisi said with a difficult expression, "Night, you know that there are only more than 1,000 elves in our elven race now, and most of them are girls. There are no artisans who build bridges."

Chu Xiaoye was very depressed. "Then, Your Majesty, do you mean that there will be no more bridges on that cliff?"

Lanisi sighed and said, "The twenty thousand troops of the Bolton Nation were completely wiped out in this battle. They will definitely not let the matter rest. The snow forest in front of them can no longer stop them. If we take the initiative to repair the bridge, the orc army can march in at any time and attack the city. At that time, there will be no retreat for us elves."