The Dean Has Arrived

Since the night devil era, many people have been thinking about the scenery on the moon. The evidence is that the paintings and poems on this theme have never been cut off. Many works about the moon have been preserved. ↗

It's a pity that Niola didn't know that this monstrous existence hanging in the sky was not as beautiful as the poets and painters imagined until she actually set foot on the crimson moon.

The thin air was comparable to the top of the Westland Cliff. Even with Niola's physique of a three-turn great swordsman, there was a faint feeling of chest tightness here.

And that's just the beginning.

The environment is so desolate that it can rival the Gobi... No, at least there are some drought-tolerant weeds in the Gobi, but here you can't see any vegetation.

If it weren't for the fact that the cave they walked out of was not naturally formed, but was created by intelligent creatures, he might feel that there is no life on the barren moon.

The only thing that can be called amazing is probably the sky that is far more magnificent than the quiet moon, with blue as the background color, supplemented by a huge colorful planet.

That is where humans originally lived.

"Your Excellency Patna, do you really think it's okay to implement the 'Shenmu Project' so early?"

Niola held her sword hilt anxiously, and pointed to An Lun, the leader of the trip, one of the three current leaders of the Ge Laohui, and one of the most noble bloodlines among the seventy-two nobles in the prehistoric era. Patna asked.

"I always feel that those creatures on the moon cannot be trusted..."

"Abyss demons can't be trusted, but wizards and witches can get enough benefits from them. The same goes for monsters on the moon."

Anlun Bartner turned his head and glanced at Niola, and said in a cold voice.

But the abyssal demons still have at least one contract to bind them...

Niola slandered in her heart.

As if seeing through the grievances in Niola's heart, Anlun Bart frowned, and said in a deep voice: "And our 'Shenmu Project' can no longer be dragged on."

Unlike Niola, a descendant of peripheral nobles, An Lun, who is one of the noble inheritors of the first ancestor of the Ge Laohui, naturally knows more and more detailed information.

Ge Laohui's handling of things this time is indeed somewhat unreasonable. First, they provoked the relationship between the Mage Association and the King's Council, and let some stupid kings start to deal with the magicians, and then forged some evidence to drag the Pure White Church into the quagmire. For a while, the entire eastern plain fell into chaos. in the midst of wrangling.

However, there are many capable people and strangers in this era, coupled with the consistent wisdom of the magicians, the chaos did not last long and gradually stabilized.

So in order to allow everyone's eyes to continue to focus on the quagmire. Thus ignoring other things, several upper echelons of the Ge Laohui made a stupid decision-they actually started to assassinate the monarch of the small country!

If it is said that after the original instigation was exposed, the King's Council could still laugh it off after a little punishment in line with the principle of protecting its shortcomings. Now, if it is exposed, the King's Council may be the first to attack the elders. up.

It is not a big deal for a dog to be naughty, but if the dog dares to bite its owner, then it will have no other ending except to become a pot of delicious meat!

Although the assassination of the bionic monsters cultivated by the Ge Laohui for decades can be regarded as very effective at the beginning, but in the past few days, only nine of the twelve bionic monsters have returned safely, and the other three have disappeared...

This is an extremely dangerous signal, maybe the King's Council or the Mage Association will catch them. Once the information directed at the Ge Laohui is obtained from them, then only catastrophe awaits this organization!

It is really because of this that the Ge Laohui suddenly became fully operational in the past few days. It not only temporarily plunged many countries into chaos through various methods such as terrorist attacks, disrupting prices, and spreading cults, but also captured the forest elves in one go. The Crimson Moon Key they have coveted for a long time over there—this is the most important part of the Shenmu plan!

But even so, the current situation of the Ge Laohui is not optimistic. We can only see whether the Shenmu plan can be successfully completed in the future.

Of course, this kind of inside story cannot be said now, except for the low morale. Nothing works.

"Your Excellency Patna, those guys are here."

After walking for a while on the Gobi. Niola only woke up Anlun Patna who was still thinking about something.

The guys in his mouth refer to the natives on the moon, a humanoid creature whose appearance is almost the same as that of an elf, but with green hair and bronze skin.

In fact, the creature is more like a subterranean drow than a forest elf.

They are all born from the World Tree on Crimson Moon. It's just that they were polluted by the power of the plague lord when they were born, and became completely different from the high elves. A monster with a much crueler and more violent personality.

They call themselves blood elves, and the elders call them wither elves.

The reproductive ability of elves is not strong, even if there is a world tree, it has not created a country's population out of thin air for a hundred years after the moon was sealed...

The language of the Blight Elves is somewhat similar to Russian. However, it sounds sharper and harsher, and the language belongs to the ancient elf language. Fortunately, the group of the elders in the pavilion have already prepared for the entourage to translate what they just said.

In fact, it was because of an accidental magic divination that they received a message from Crimson Moon, and they would not have known that there was such a strange race on Crimson Moon, as well as the world tree, a sacred object of the elves.

"They are saying hello to us..." the translator translated with some uncertainty.

"Tell them, these nonsense things are unnecessary." An Lun raised his hand, intending to skip the stage of politeness: "I just want to ask, are they ready for the things that were said at the beginning?"

The withered elf didn't know if he understood An Lun's words, so he began to chatter.

"He's begging us for water and cloth..."

A lot of cold sweat broke out on the translator's forehead. It could be seen that the other party's words should be more than that. However, due to his own position, the translator did not translate some not-so-good words.

Blight elves don't need food, but water is scarce on the moon, and rich cloth, as opposed to humble leaves, has become a favorite of theirs.

"Tell them we've brought things, of course, but we can't trade until we see what they promised."

An Lun waved his hand and said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a few treant-like monsters slowly approached in the distance with a terrifying sense of coercion...

ps: Failed to press the line, I don’t know why the starting point has been unable to board otz just now…