Since ancient times, this land has not been peaceful, and there are still traces of darkness here, and the messengers of the Temple of Arbitration have come with light.
"May God dispel the gloom of this land!"
Luthor chanted as if singing, this was the first time he had come to this land outside of humanity.
Even if it's not spring, the wind here is warm, with the smell of flowers, and their city is built on the banks of the river, surrounded by a variety of plants, like a natural green city.
They meticulously kept the plants neatly and neatly, the trees were paved with white gravel paths, the buildings that meandered down the mountain, there were no walls, and the clear river ran down the center of the city, this is the city of the elves, Odralei, which translates to mean a stream with white sprays, so it can also be called the city of White Creek.
Although the creek has become a wide river over the years, it is still called as such.
The elves are not a populous race, in the Silvermoon Forest, a city of this size can be counted on one hand, and most of the others are elven settlements, and it is obvious that very few humans can come here, let alone establish communication with each other.
If......
If any human kingdom can get the permission of the Elven Presbyterian Church to establish a teleportation magic array and structure transportation to and fro, it will definitely cause a sensation in the world.
St.
Hines sat in the grand and splendid temple, and in front of him was a strange chessboard, one white, carved with lifelike knights and mages, and in the center stood a mighty and noble man holding a scepter.
The other side is black, with the knight in the center holding a sword aloft.
The chess pieces in his hand fell, and the white chess pieces landed on the black chessboard opposite.
The situation in the chess game is clearly that White has the upper hand.
Opposite him was an old man with a holy face and a priest's robe as white as snow, he touched his beard and smiled, "Your Excellency St.
Haynes is still so skilled in chess." ” "It is said that the research results of His Excellency Duran have shocked even many saints?"
St.
Hines said indifferently.
"Hahahaha......
"The white-haired old man laughed, "they didn't have a false argument at that time, but when they saw the old man's clumsiness, he almost lost his eyeballs, and the old man was still a little confident in this regard." ” He smiled, always seemed so confident.
"Speaking of which......
St.
Duran's said, "Your Excellency's group is almost at the Forest of the Silver Moon." ” St.
Hines said indifferently: "I also brought the best works of the 'Turan Workshop'." ” "It's all the work of those protégés, and the old man just picked it up, it's not worth mentioning."
Saint Duran shook his head with a smile, but from his words, he could still feel a sense of poise at a glance.
St.
Haynes smiled, "With the mention of the Sage of Duran, I think those elves are blessed." ” …… For the elves, the visitor is the guest, and this ancient race has always paid attention to etiquette, and if there is no hostility towards outsiders, they will naturally welcome them.
For such a grand visit, the whole city and the streets are also filled with a joyful atmosphere, like a grand festival.
"Welcome, Lord Luther."
The elves are friendly, if you have access to the elven city.
Cheers and the graceful music of the harp drifted down the clear sky, and Luthor's slightly narrowed eyes looked around, and his right hand behind his back was slightly clenched, and with a smile that he thought was very sincere.
Riding a winged lion unique to the temple, Luther in a white temple uniform looks particularly extravagant.
"Elder Sivi."
Luthor stepped down from the winged lion and bowed slightly to the oncoming team of elves.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Luther."
Greeted by an elf woman, at first glance can not tell her age, it seems to be a teenage girl aura, twenty or thirty years old woman cold and arrogant temperament, and a mature charm blended together, a dark green fitting robe set off her slender and elegant figure, long golden hair shawl down, on the top of the head wearing laurel and star flowers woven garland, the left side of the wreath embedded with three pieces of phoenix bird feathers, every move, there is an extraordinary beauty and beauty.
Her tone was very indifferent: "I didn't expect to bother Your Excellency Luthor to make a trip yourself, but Your Excellency should know that we have always discouraged missionaries. ” "It's nature."
Luthor spoke, "But the contemptible man has come to the Silvermoon Forest this time as a businessman, so don't misunderstand, Elder. ” "Oh......?"
The female elven elder showed a look of surprise, "I don't know, when did Lord Luther change careers?"
” The elves were obviously not yet self-sufficient, and even though they had little contact with humans, as the relationship between the elves and humans continued to ease, some goods continued to circulate between the two races, and the freedom-loving race was not too restrictive, and even if the people were willing, it was not impossible to turn to other gods.
However, spreading other teachings in the Silvermoon Forest is still frowned upon, and although there are no written rules, it would still be considered blasphemous.
"A brand-new, cross-era cultivation secret realm."
As the team marched towards the Council of Elders in White Creek City, Luthor exclaimed, "I'm bringing the latest work from the 'Duran Workshop', and I think the best work can be appreciated by anyone, even the elves." ” "We welcome your visit, but I think our clan has their own cultivation secret realm, and in this regard, it seems that there is no need for external items."
Elder Sivi obviously didn't care about such a thing, their elves had a long heritage, and they obviously had a deep knowledge in this area.
Luthor seems to have always had a tongue when it comes to words: "Perhaps......
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You can try to see if our secret realm is also excellent, and if you can, I think your lovely people don't mind having another choice. ” Qianwei'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 this, I think Lord Luthor is right, I think the people will choose for themselves, if it is really a good work, it is our sin to let the good work be dusted, and in the same way, I think we should also have faith in our own craftsmanship." ” It was a male elf who looked to be in his thirties, smiling, as if stating an established fact.
"Xes is right."
His statement has obviously been recognized by many people, "We shouldn't lose faith in our craftsmanship, right?"
” Elder Qianwei frowned slightly, she naturally couldn't hear that there was a slight hint of meaning in Luther's words.
The elves have their own arrogance and reserve, and the same long inheritance of combat skills and magic is enough to make them stand proudly on the top of the continent, and the cultivation of the secret realm is also something that the elves are proud of, such a thing does not need to be introduced from outside.
And 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 to provoke.
By the time she realized this, the situation seemed to be tilting in a direction that she couldn't control.
And at this time, in the golden hall of the Temple of Arbitration, St.
Haynes once again dropped a chess piece.
"These elves are indeed intelligent, but the disadvantage is that they are too confident and proud, and the self-confidence and pride are too much, that is, conceited."
Saint Duran smiled and said, "That elder is even wiser, but not the other elves, plus ......"
He smiled, as if with some kind of indescribable smile: "Your Excellency's move is really clever. ” "But your intentions don't stop there."
Saint-Duran spoke again.
"See?"
St.
Haynes said expressionlessly, "If it's just to expand the distribution of the cultivation secret realm to other races, why do you need me to plan it myself. ” "This is the beginning of a battle of faith."
He lightly dropped a chess piece again, but this lightly dropped a piece as if it was followed by thunder.
Saint Duran paused slightly, took a deep breath, and looked solemn, as if the entire hall and the entire chess game had become magnificent because of his words.