However, there are always exceptions, and this almost unattended climate change has caused some problems for the Eidolon who also live in the Kosayze Mountains. Or rather, it has a very uncomfortable effect on them.

“，。 "The young generation of the Eidolin, the most outstanding genius of the Rangers, is walking on a forest path full of fallen leaves with a constipated face. He walked slowly and lightly. He could still make footsteps that he found harsh, though faint. It was so faint that few people could hear it except himself. Despite this, as a genius who has always strived for perfection, Lanst could not tolerate the sound he walked with.

"Click. A soft sound rang out behind Lanst.

"Damn!" Lanst clenched his fists and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth. The sound just now was undoubtedly a thunder in his ears for Lanst, who was concentrating on regulating his footsteps.

"Well, I'm sorry young patriarch, but it was the patriarch who asked me to tell you about the results of this communication with the tribes. "It was a middle-aged man who looked like a Eidolon who spoke. He bowed, a little apprehensive in his heart. The Night Spirit clan believes in strength. The identity of the son of the current patriarch of Lanster is nothing, but I don't know what this guy has experienced during this trip. actually awakened the racial talent for the second time, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Not only did he completely crush the younger generation, but even most of the clansmen who were more than a thousand years old and had already entered middle age were not his opponents. Only those old Nightlings who have spanned thousands of years can firmly suppress him. The middle-aged man didn't think that he was Lanst's opponent, so he was a little worried about the unintentional offense just now, and he was afraid that Lanster would blame him.

"Hehe, it's okay, Uncle Lille. I was too focused just now to realize it, so I don't blame you. Lanst looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the appearance he used to call "Little Lansi". He smiled contemptuously.

"Thank you for your magnanimity. The middle-aged man hurriedly thanked him.

"Alright, alright. Let's get down to business. Lanst said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, young patriarch," the middle-aged man arched his hand and replied, "Just now, the team sent to communicate with the leaders of the various clans has all returned. The Mengji side is the smoothest, basically... “

"Don't go into the details of those reckless people, as long as there is a fight, it is impossible for them not to come. Not in this

Waste your time and talk directly about the tribes in question. Lanst interrupted with a raised hand.

"Problematic tribes? Yes, there are two tribes that are not willing to participate in this meeting anyway. The middle-aged man replied.

"Hmm, which two tribes?" asked Lansit, raising an eyebrow.

"The first is the Barge Clan, who just had a big battle with the Mengji Clan a few days ago. It seems that he accidentally injured an important person of the Mengji tribe in the battle, which made the Mengji tribe angry, and he was heavily handed down, and his vitality was greatly damaged. Therefore, their patriarch decided to close the clan to recuperate and not participate in any fighting for a hundred years. Our men couldn't even get in there, let alone convince them. The middle-aged man replied.

"Hey~ This herd of brute cattle. Lanst scolded disdainfully, and then asked, "What is the other one?

"Not really, and the other one is the Newt. The middle-aged man replied.

"The Newt, the tribe known for their awkwardness, what are they making trouble with this time?" Lancet raised his voice.

"Well, it's nothing. It's just that the patriarch of their current generation doesn't like us Eidolon very much, so he refuses to cooperate with us. The middle-aged man replied.

"It's that simple, even if it's really that simple, with the style of that clan, I'm afraid the words won't be so peaceful, right?" Lanster smiled coldly.

"The young patriarch is wise, but those foul words are just for our subordinates to listen to. If you tell the truth, you may stain your ears. The middle-aged man bowed slightly and slapped a sycophant quietly.

"Hmph, these things that don't know what to do, wait for this side of the matter, see how I clean them up. Lanst said with a cold snort.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and pursed his lips slightly, not answering Lanst's words. In the Kosaize Mountains, there are many tribes who don't like their Eidolin. On weekdays, I often encounter some people who speak fiercely, and at first they will scold back, but later they don't even bother to reply. Not to mention cleaning up, if it were to be cleaned up, the Eidolin would have already dominated the Kosaize Mountains. This time, if it weren't for the fact that too many Saint Rank Clansmen had died, and they were distressed, they wouldn't have bothered so much to plan this operation.

"And what about the rest of the tribes, have they all agreed to talk?" Lancet asked, seemingly unaware of the middle-aged man's small movements.

"The remaining nine tribes, although they have encountered some varying degrees of resistance in the process of negotiating with them. However, after mentioning the identity of the target of the talks, they reluctantly agreed to the invitation to the talks. However, in terms of sending troops, it is not as happy as the Mengji tribe, and all kinds of shirks. In the end, the tone will be unified, and after the talks, the matter of sending troops will be discussed separately. The middle-aged man said.

"Heh, a bunch of short-sighted people, there are always times when they are in a hurry. By the way, have the people who went to find out the relationship between the Tancents and the three tribes on the other side of Bear Hill returned?" Lancet asked with a sneer, expressing his disdain for the nine tribes.

"Came back early this morning. The middle-aged man replied.

"How's it going?" asked Lansted.

"In light of the lessons learned last time, our spies don't dare to get too close. However, it can still be determined that the three tribes that were at war with the Tancents in Bear Hill are now stationed in the Tancent camp. And it seemed that they were getting along very well with each other, and there was harmony in the camp. The middle-aged man replied.

"Haha, that's true. Can the scout team leave any footage of this?" Lancet chuckled, looking very happy.

The captain of the team desperately sneaked near the opponent's camp and recorded the image in the camp with a photo crystal. Although there was only one, it was enough to prove that the three tribes of Bear Hill had colluded with the Tancents. The middle-aged man said.

"Well done! What's the name of this captain? When I go back, I'll let my father reward him heavily." Lanster folded his hands behind his back and complimented.

"Report to the young patriarch, the captain's name is Sist. But the patriarch had already rewarded him. The middle-aged man replied with a slight uprightness.

"Has it already been rewarded? haha, it's good to be rewarded, this is what he deserves. This image is really important, as long as it is released during the meeting, I don't believe that the old guys can still sit still in the face of the threat of subjugation. Lanster laughed awkwardly.

"The young patriarch is wise, and he is not afraid that they will not send troops when the time comes. The middle-aged man complimented.

"Hmm. It seems that this battle will definitely be fought. However, the great war is imminent, but I realize that these sudden fallen leaves are extremely unfavorable to our people. So Uncle Lille, I hope you can take someone to clear all the fallen leaves in this mountain forest before the battle begins. Lan Si nodded and commanded in a flat tone.