A straight emerald passage leads straight to the palace gate ahead.

And on both sides of the passage, every five or six meters, there stood an elven guard.

They were all wearing a silver-white light armor. As a senior caster, Dylan had to let out a burst of exclamation because the armor was so delicate.

I saw that the armor was made of countless steel sheets, each of which was tightly connected with copper wires to form a complete armor.

The extensibility of the smoothness, the additional treatment of the joints, almost every detail has been done to the extreme. The silver-white nail plate was smooth and delicate, and Dylan could imagine the feeling of smoothness just by looking at it.

The point is that due to the lightness and thinness of the whole armor, Dylan can conclude that such a armor will not make people feel a significant sense of weight when worn on the body.

This point is especially important for the soldiers on the battlefield.

It's not so much an ordinary piece of warframe as it is a work of art.

Dylan walked all the way and found that the armor on every elven guard was like this, and he had to sigh that the metallurgical process of the elf clan was really developed.

It seems that his original plan needs to be changed.

Led by Englu and Tar, Dylan soon arrived at the gates of the magnificent palace.

Unlike the royal palaces of the Ganeman Empire, the entrance of this hall does not have many decorative sculptures, some are just a few simple carved paintings.

Dylan looked at those strange carved patterns, and always felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.

Just as Dylan was thinking, a solemn voice came from the hall.

"Ngrú, you step down first. ”

Ngru knelt respectfully, then transformed into a leopard again, and in a few leaps, disappeared from Dylan's vision.

For such a speed, Dylan was a little dumbfounded.

"Dylan Green, is it?" the voice sounded again. Dylan hurriedly bent down respectfully: "Yes, Venerable Elven King. ”

"Come in. ”

Dylan followed Tarr and stepped into the mysterious hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Dylan felt a gentle aura coming towards him, which made him feel a little nervous all of a sudden, and his steps became brisk.

Dylan was a little curious and wanted to look up, but he heard an elven general with an angry face next to him shout angrily: "Bold! Before you were promised, you dared to look directly at the king of the elves!"

Dylan was startled by the loud voice, and subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to raise it again.

But he heard the man in the center of the hall say: "It's okay, he is a human after all, and he is not familiar with the etiquette rules of our elf clan. Okay Dylan, you can look up. ”

Dylan slowly raised his head, but saw a tall and mighty elf on the throne in front of him, looking at him calmly at this time.

The elf looked very young, estimated by the age of a human being, probably only about thirty years old, very handsome and powerful. However, Dylan knew that elves lived much longer than humans, and they often looked younger than humans.

On the top of the head of the elven king, there was a ring-shaped crown, and in the center of the crown, a pale blue gem was suspended.

When he saw the light green eyes of the elven king, Dylan felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness in his heart, and in front of the supreme ruler of the elven clan, Dylan actually had a feeling of self-shame.

"Dylan, you, as a human, trespassed into our Ancient Forest, which would have been a capital offense. But, for the sake of not harming any of the creatures in the forest, I can forgive you for your first offense. However, I hope you will know later that the Ancient Forest is a forbidden place for you humans. The king of the elves said calmly.

Dylan tried to suppress the powerlessness in his heart, and finally said with some difficulty: "Respected Elven King, I actually have a reluctant invitation to come this time. ”

"Why, the King of the Elves has pardoned your capital crimes, aren't you satisfied?" the elven general standing beside Dylan was visibly furious.

He was already very disgusted with humans, and when he heard that Dylan had even asked for it, he was even more angry.

The king of the elves, after a moment of silence, said, "Then you can talk about it first." ”

Dylan sorted out his thoughts for a moment, and then said: "Since ancient times, the elves and the human race have always been non-interfering with each other and not interacting with each other. However, this can be changed. ”

Speaking of this, Dylan couldn't help but look up at the expression of the Elven King, and found that he didn't mean to interrupt, so he continued: "Between the Garneman Empire and the Ancient Forest, there is only a piece of Tarona Prairie, and the two races can establish good trade exchanges between the two races, why do the elves keep refusing?"

The Elven King did not answer this question directly, but asked, "Then tell me, what do we lack in the Elven Kingdom? What are the things in your Garneman Empire that our Elven Kingdom needs? ”

For this problem, Dylan was also a little unexpected. Before coming to the Elven Kingdom, Dylan originally thought that the Elves must not have a good casting metallurgy, so he hoped to sell the Wararms of the North Wind City to the Elves.

However, when Dylan saw the incomparably detailed armor on those elven guards, he could only overturn the original plan.

At this time, in the face of the elven king's inquiry, Dylan was a little speechless.

Yes, the elves don't seem to lack anything! They want food and food, resources and resources, weapons and weapons, and what can the Garneman Empire provide them with when they trade? It seems that all they have is money.

However, it is clear that the elves have no interest in money, and in their opinion, only greedy humans care about money.

Seeing that Dylan was completely stunned, the elven king was about to speak, but he saw Tar, who was standing behind Dylan, suddenly took a step forward and mustered up the courage to say, "Father, Dylan has no ill intentions. ”

The elven king on the throne frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Tár, you are still too young, you don't want to get involved in these things, you should step back first." ”

There was stubbornness in Tar's eyes, and he was about to continue to refute, but Dylan quickly tugged at his sleeve and shook his head at him. Tal swallowed the words back with some reluctance.

Dylan naturally didn't want to see the conflict between the Elf King and his son because of himself as an outsider.

"Your Majesty, the Honorable Elven King, maybe this time it was really me who was too abrupt, I hope you don't blame Tal for speaking for me. I'll leave the Ancient Forest. With that, Dylan prepared to leave the palace, which was like a temple.