"Isn't the Dryad seed right?"

Before Mo Ninglong came, Luo Ling had already conveyed some information to him.

The Empress nodded: "Your Excellency? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, the alliance or bury."

"Your Excellency is really confident." The Empress smiled, but no matter how you looked at it, the smile was so bitter.

Mo Ninglong was too lazy to speak: "Send the sub-questions, A is in a hurry, and B is going to die." ”

The elf fluctuated with Mo Ninglong's breathing.

The Empress turned her stiff neck and looked up.

The shrunken pupils betrayed the fear in her heart.

The Sky Black Pressing technique has said it all.

"Your Excellency."

The difference in strength made the simple empress realize the facts.

It's just that she really can't make decisions on her own when it comes to this alliance.

"The alliance is about race, and what I said alone doesn't count, so please forgive me for a few days."

"Can't the empress of the clan make a decision?"

Mo Ninglong saw some information in the memory conveyed by Luo Ling.

It seems that the interior of this tree spirit species is not as united as it thinks.

It's not that time can't be given.

Mo Ninglong is very optimistic about the tree spirit species, and he doesn't mind giving them this opportunity.

"Three days, is three days enough?"

"Three days is naturally enough." The empress was afraid that Mo Ninglong would change her mind, so she hurriedly agreed.

Mo Ninglong nodded, turned around and walked a few steps, his body turned into countless particles of light and dissipated, and the voice echoed in the empress's ears for a long time: My subordinates will come again in three days, and at that time, it is up to you whether you live or die. ”

The Empress looked ahead of no one and sighed deeply.

This time, the Treant Seed is really in trouble.

But why, will it be the period of her reign?

The body slowly slid down against the mother tree, and finally sat weakly on the ground.

It wasn't long before other tree spirits landed beside her.

"Your Majesty!"

Under the call of the people, the empress came back to her senses.

Looking at her people, the empress was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, she figured it out a lot.

The guards of the Treant Seed looked at their empress strangely.

I always feel that the empress has become a little different.

It's getting colder than before.

Whether it is a human being or any other race, the mind always has to grow.

"Wake up the clan elders, I will open the race council before tonight, and I won't wait for it to be overdue." This was the first time the empress had given such a strong order.

"Your Majesty!?"

The many guards looked at each other.

Race Meeting?

It's just a fight between two near-god species on their own territory, why did it suddenly become so serious?

I don't know what happened, but the order needs to be executed.

Race meetings will only be held when the Treant has a life-or-death choice between the race.

At that time, all choices will be voted on by the elders.

Elders are elders who have been alive since the birth of the tree spirit species.

The physical functions of these elders have aged to the extreme, and in order to avoid death, these elders have entered the mother tree to sleep together, in order to prolong their lives to the maximum.

Awakening elders is an extremely tedious ritual.

It's already a hassle.

But more trouble is yet to come.

You must know that some elders have a lot of wake-up energy

When the upper part of the mother tree has been prepared.

It was dark.

It's not far from the time of the meeting that the Empress said.

Follow the steps inside the mother tree downward.

All the way to the place where the root system of the mother tree is most complex, there are huge underground palaces.

It's better to say that this is a large cave than a large hall.

The roots of the mother tree are all blackened all around.

On the ground, you can vaguely see that there are twelve roads leading in twelve directions.

Wake up.

A thousand tree spirits chanted strange incantations in the main hall.

At the top of the mother tree, the first layer of the technique unfolds.

It unfolded a full hundred floors all the way down.

The dazzling light could be clearly seen even by the last species hundreds of kilometers away.

And at this moment, the races that knew something about the tree spirit species were all amazed, and what made them start the race meeting again.

Ten minutes passed.

The rhizomes that had been silent in the hall for thousands of years slowly moved.

Like a giant tentacle.

The rustling sound of the rough wood creating a terrifying atmosphere in the dark underground.

Twelve gates gradually revealed.

After a few flashes of light, the stone door, which looked extremely hard, disappeared in place as if illusory.

Twelve rooms, twelve flowers of different colors.

The flowers unfold slowly, revealing not stamens, but soft beds.

Every one lying on the bed, any one of them is a beauty who has brought disaster to the country and the people in this world.

You must know that the one who can become an elder must be the emperor of a certain period!

As a tree spirit species in a matriarchal society, it is a woman who can become the emperor.

Twelve Empresses.

I opened my eyes in unison.

An irrepressible aura of terror burst out from his body.

Some of the tree spirits in the main hall who were relatively weak immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

As expected, a strong man immediately went up and helped him out of the main hall.

That's how the elders got up.

Because they were still in a state of confusion when they first woke up, some elders would be unable to control their breath for the time being.

If these twelve empresses are all extreme species, it would be fine, after all, they are of the same rank.

However, although the empress here is strong and weak, her rank is all close to the gods.

Twelve near-god species, even if it was just the kind of pseudo-near-god species that could reach this level with the help of the power of the mother tree, it was a force to be reckoned with.

This is also the reason why the warlike Abyssal Species have not provoked this group of Treants.

Being belligerent doesn't mean you're looking for abuse.

"Really, I just dreamed of the Creator."

"I don't know what happened this time."

"It's not a big deal and it won't wake us up."

"I feel a little older."

"Yes, they're all wrinkled."

"I really want to see the current little sister of the Empress."

……

It is said that three women in one play, and here, there are twelve.

The usually deserted hall suddenly became lively.

"Shut up!"

One of them shouted.

The remaining eleven people immediately closed their mouths.

The person who opens his mouth to rebuke must respect existence.

The first empress of the Dryad species, and the only one of her clansmen who has seen the Creator with her own eyes.

"Tell me why we woke us up."

The oldest empress asked about the people who had summoned them.

"Back to the first emperor, the current empress is already waiting for you in the main hall, it is a matter of life and death for the race, please hurry up."

"It's a matter of life and death for the race?"

The oldest empress, the first emperor, stood up from the bed: "You guys should step back first." ”

Although it is a pair of pajamas, it still has an extraordinary bearing.

This is the aura that can only be found in the top position for a long time.

Well, the second point of the argument is called this for the emperor's breath.

"Sisters, it's time to go."

"Yes!"

Twelve people tore open the space together and went directly to the main hall.