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Since ancient times, this land has not been peaceful, and there are even traces of darkness left here, and the envoys of the Arbitration Temple came with brilliance.

"May God dispel the haze from this land!" Luther sang out loudly, this was the first time he had come to this land other than humans.

Even if it is not spring, the wind here is warm and smells of various flowers. Their city is built along the banks of the river, surrounded by various plants everywhere, just like a city with natural greenery.

They took care of these plants meticulously. The forest was paved with white gravel paths, leaning against the buildings winding down from the mountain, without city walls, and the clear river flowed along the city center. This is the elves. Our city, Audraley, translates to mean a creek with white waves, so it can also be called Baixi City.

Although the creek has become a broad river over the years, people still call it that.

Elves are not a race with a large population. In Silvermoon Forest, cities of this size can be counted on one hand, and most of the others are settlements of elves. Obviously, very few humans can come here, so Not to mention establishing communication with each other and exchanging what is needed.

If... any human country can obtain the permission of the Elven Elder Council to establish a teleportation magic circle and structure traffic, it will definitely cause a sensation in the world.

St. Hynes is sitting in the magnificent and glorious temple. In front of him, there is a strange chessboard, one side is white, carved with lifelike knights and mages, and in the center stands a mighty and noble statue holding a scepter. man.

The other side is black, with the knight in the center holding his long sword aloft.

The chess piece in his hand fell, and the white chess piece landed on the opposite black chessboard.

The situation of the chess game is obviously white's advantage.

Opposite him was an old man with a sacred face and wearing a snow-white priest's robe. He stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Your Excellency St. Hynes is still so skilled at chess."

"It is said that His Excellency Duran's research results have shocked many saints?" St. Hynes said indifferently.

"Hahahaha..." the white-haired old man laughed loudly, "They were arguing about an unwarranted conclusion at the time, but when they saw the old man's clumsy work, they almost lost their eyeballs. And a little more confident."

He was smiling, always seemed so confident.

"Speaking of..." St. Durand said, "Your Excellency's group of people are almost at the Forest of Silver Moon."

St. Hynes said indifferently: "I also brought the best works of 'Duran Workshop'."

"It's all the works of those disciples, and the old man just mentioned it in passing, so it's not worth mentioning." Saint Duran laughed and shook his head, but from his words, he could still feel a sense of awe. calm.

St. Hines said with a smile: "With the suggestion of Saint Duran, I think those elves are blessed."

...

For the elves, a visitor is a guest. This ancient race has always paid attention to etiquette. If they are not hostile to outsiders, they will naturally welcome them.

For such a grand visit, the whole city and the streets were filled with joy, like a grand festival.

"Welcome, Lord Luther." The elves are friendly, if you have the right to enter the elf city.

The cheers and the elegant music of the harp floated into the distance along the clear sky. Luthor's slightly narrowed eyes looked around, and he clasped his right hand slightly behind his back, with a smile that he thought was very sincere, come forward.

Riding the winged lion unique to the temple, Luthor, dressed in a white temple uniform, looked extravagant.

"Elder Siwei." Luther got off the winged lion and bowed slightly to the oncoming elves.

"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency Luther." An elf woman came oncoming. At first glance, she couldn't tell her age, and she seemed to be a girl in her teens with aura, and a woman in her twenties and thirties. Temperament and a mature charm are mixed together. A dark green fitted robe sets off her slender and elegant figure. Her long golden hair falls down her shoulders. On her head is a wreath woven with laurel and star flowers. There are three phoenix feathers inlaid on the left side, and there is an extraordinary beauty and elegance in every movement.

Her tone was very indifferent: "I didn't expect to trouble Your Excellency Luther to go there personally, but Your Excellency should know that we have never welcomed missionaries."

"Naturally." Luther said, "But I came to Silvermoon Forest this time as a businessman. Don't misunderstand me, Elder."

"Oh...?" The female elf elder showed a look of surprise, "I don't know, when did Lord Luther change careers?"

The elves obviously haven't reached the point of self-sufficiency. Even though they rarely come into contact with humans, as the relationship between elves and humans continues to ease, some commodities are still circulating between the two races. This freedom-loving race has never There are many restrictions, and even if the clansman is willing, it is not impossible to switch to serving other gods.

However, it is still not welcome to spread other teachings in Silvermoon Forest. Although there is no written regulation, it will still be considered a kind of blasphemy.

"A brand-new, cross-age cultivation secret realm." As the team marched towards the Elder Council Hall in Baixi City, Luthor announced loudly, "What I brought is the latest work of 'Dulan Workshop', I think it is excellent. Anyone can appreciate his works, even the elves."

"We welcome everyone's visit very much, but I think our clansmen have their own secret cultivation realm. In this regard, it seems that there is no need for foreign items." Elder Qianwei obviously doesn't care about such things. Their elves have a long history Inheritance, obviously also has profound attainments in this area.

Luther seems to have always had his eloquence in terms of words: "Perhaps...Your Excellency can try to see if our secret realm is also very good. If so, I think your lovely clansmen don't mind having one more choose."

Qian Wei's eyes moved slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

At this moment, an elf said indifferently: "Although I still don't think we need these, I think Lord Luthor is right. I think the clansmen will choose themselves. If it is really an excellent work, let the excellent work Dust is our sin, and I think we should also have confidence in our craft."

The one who spoke was a male elf who looked to be in his thirties. He was smiling, as if he was stating an established fact.

"Xue Si is right." His statement was obviously recognized by many people, "We shouldn't lose confidence in our craft, shouldn't we?"

Elder Qian Wei frowned slightly, and it was not difficult for her to hear that there was another hint of meaning in Luther's words.

The elves have their own arrogance and restraint, and the same long inheritance of combat skills and magic is enough to make them stand proudly on the top of the continent. Cultivating the secret realm is also something that the elves are proud of. Such things do not require outsiders. import.

But now, Luthor has brought the same "excellent" secret realm.

What is contained here may not only be the purpose of dumping, but also a subtle intention of provocation.

Just when she realized this, the situation seemed to be gradually tilting in a direction that she could not control.

And at this time, in the magnificent hall of the Arbitration Temple, St. Hynes once again dropped a pawn.

"These elves are indeed intelligent, but the disadvantage is that they are too confident and proud. If they are too self-confident and proud, they are conceited." Saint Duran smiled and said, "That elder is even more intelligent, but other elves are not necessarily so. ,Plus……"

He smiled, seemingly with an indescribable smile: "Your Excellency's move is indeed brilliant."

"However, Your Excellency's intention is more than that." Saint Duran said again.

"See it?" St. Hynes said expressionlessly, "If it's just to expand the distribution of the cultivation secret realm to other races, why do I need to plan it myself?"

"This is the beginning of a battle of faith." He lightly dropped another pawn, but this lightly dropped piece seemed to be followed by thunder.

Saint Duran was slightly taken aback, took a deep breath, and looked solemn, as if the entire hall, the entire chess game, became magnificent because of his words.