Like a verdant cove of leaves and petals, the Elven Forest mission was much smaller this time than the last, numbering only fifty, but very powerful, made up of the Tyan Elves' proud archmages and paladins, elven rangers, and penisters.

The restless warm northland breeze whipped at the white flags held high above them, embroidered with the rich rainforests and mountains that symbolized the Elven Forest, and the intricately painted paintings offered a glimpse into the lush landscape of their homeland.

Garcia Yufeng is in the middle of it.

Not long after, the Elven Forest visited the Blackwing's Lair for the second time, and His Majesty the Elven King personally led people to negotiate with the Dragon King again.

They tried their best to find the forest goblins trapped in the dragon's territory, and for this reason, Garcia even brought Luna's parents, who were not good at fighting.

If the Black Dragon Lord is truly different, and is really friends with the Children of the Forest, as he claims, then it will not stop Luna from meeting her parents.

But if it lies, Garcia must insist that the Black Dragon return the freedom of the forest elves, and the Elven Forest will not hesitate to use force even to do so.

It's not that a forest elf is really that valuable, but this question is related to the philosophy of the Elven Forest.

The rescue team that went to the nest of the Black Wings, there were seven brave and enthusiastic tribesmen, who were forced to fall there and fall into a long sleep, although the Forest of the Elves was angry, but considering that they did sneak in and enter the nest of the Black Wings without permission, there was a small mistake first, and it was difficult for them to make trouble.

Moreover, the adjacent Dragon King also explained that it was a misunderstanding, and was willing to return the captive, although this was not enough to make the elders of the Elven Forest angry, but they could hardly find a reason to attack, and they could only hold back if they were not happy.

And Luna is different, the forest elves are likely to be alive and may be enslaved by the Black Dragon Lord, for the current situation, the clansmen of the Elven Forest must not ignore her, and they are bound to find her back.

The reason why the Elven Forest, which does not care about the world, can stand tall in the northern land of Eladia, even the old green dragon that swelled to the boundless at the beginning has not yet stretched out its claws to this place, and it is also inseparable from the unity and indomitable way of doing things in the Elven Forest.

In fact, the clansmen of the Elven Forest unanimously supported the proposal to go to the Blackwing's Lair again and prepare to use force, and they only objected to the fact that their own leader, His Majesty the Elven King, would personally visit and step into the hinterland of the Blackwing's Lair.

But immediately after that, the opponents immediately shut up.

Because Garcia has proved her strength, the Elven King who has been favored by the moon god Suren is stronger than the strongest of any clan in the Elven Forest, including the old and old-fashioned elders.

When they reached the edge of the Blackwing's lair, Caesar had just woken up from a sleep, and although he had spent three years in a slumber, his physical growth had not stagnated, and he was still slowly degenerating.

"Why is it here again?" Knowing the news, Caesar shook his head, grabbed a handful of gems and threw them into his mouth.

Anyway, after the last visit, he really plans to build a bridge of communication with the guys in the Elven Forest, and is going to send a delegation in two days, and the candidates have been finalized, composed of wild boar people, shapeshifters and dog demons.

As a result, I didn't expect the other party to arrive first.

"Do you want to give another gift?"

Caesar closed the door to the vault, locked it, and climbed out a bit, crouching on the top edge of the canopy fortress, looking down and watching the visitors.

There were quite a few familiar faces in the team, including Caleb, the former elven envoy, Chimera Magushir, who had been violently beaten, and the high-ranking spellcaster who had caught Caesar's attention.

However, it can be seen at a glance that none of these people are the protagonists today, and the real important person is the Tia Elf who walks at the front of the team, accompanied by two holy warriors who are at the peak of their spirit and strength.

It was a female elf, with very white skin, a slender and elegant figure, wearing a brocade silver knee-length skirt, and a crown of yanan flowers and green jade agate.

Silver hair, long legs.

It is a pity that with Caesar's aesthetics, he can only remember these two vulgar and rude characteristics.

The black dragon poked his head out slightly, and as he looked at it, the elven envoy slowly approached, and then, Caesar raised his head and signaled to let the flying dragon leader Erha let these people in.

Neither the Blackwing Lair nor the Elven Forest had learned the kind of meeting that humans had to recite aloud and chant their names when they were about to meet, so the canopy fortress was as quiet as ever, until the elven mission approached.

"Hello, Mr. Magushir, meet again."

The Black Dragon Lord stepped down from the spine of the tree and was the first to speak, a burst of incomprehensible laughter coming out of the dragon's throat, looking at the Chimera, and at the same time glancing at the elven envoy Caleb, but not greeting the elf.

Seeing Caesar's pair of red vertical eyes, the three heads of the Chimera subconsciously shrank their necks, obviously the misunderstanding left by the last meeting brought a deep shadow to it, and Magushir was dull for a moment before timidly speaking to the black dragon: "Hello, the master of the nest of black wings." ”

"Hello, mighty Dragon King."

At this time, Caleb took two steps forward and took the initiative to speak, "We have come here again just to make a true friendship between the Elven Forest and the Blackwing Lair, and for this reason, we have decided to show you full sincerity, please allow me to introduce you-"

He took a step to the right, vacated his position, stepped forward with his left foot, placed his right hand on his abdomen, and at the same time bowed down and flicked his left arm, showing his respect with a slow movement: "—The common leader of the thousands of people in the Elven Forest, the son of the morning sun, the god favor, His Majesty Garcia Yufeng, the Elven King." ”

Tsk, is this a human being who learns from the Northlands? What a stupid etiquette.

Caesar watched the elven envoy scratch his head with a mocking gaze, and he didn't even hear what he was saying, so for a short time, the black dragon did not respond.

"Good day, King of the Dragons."

Fortunately, Garcia spoke in time, so that the audience did not fall into an awkward silence, her voice was very good, like the ding dong sound of melting snow dripping, like a pearl falling on a jade plate: "Please allow me to lead the crowd to come, all around me are my brave people, they want to see the traces of the great true dragon." ”

"I believe that if you are as strong as you, you should not mind and linger in your heart for these little things."