When Zhao Yuan suggested that he should think about it, Mason from the lion army's side rushed in front of the second prince and agreed. The army of 50,000 stopped for a day in vain, and the amount of food consumed was terrible. But in Mason's opinion, compared to angering an eighth-order archmage, this sacrifice was completely worth it.

As soon as Zhao Yuan returned to the elven fortress, the terrifying cold aura on his body immediately disappeared without a trace. He hurried back to the council hall and saw Sivir with the same frown.

Through the prescient eye, Sivir had already taken in everything he had just seen. But at this moment, she and Zhao Yuan's thoughts coincide - this black cauldron elf clan is determined!

She pondered for a moment, and then said lightly, "Lord Zhao Yuan, we have to get in touch with the blood elves. Although the third prince of the lion clan is dead, the artifact he escorted must still be in the hands of the blood elves, and if the artifact can be returned, there will still be room for things to turn around. ”

"Okay, I'll go. Zhao Yuan nodded. "However, if you are alone in the clan, will it be dangerous?" Now the Great Elder is already a weak dying person, although Sivir has awakened the bloodline of the Elf King, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, but it has only been a dozen days, and she has only reached the sixth order, if he leaves at this time, no one in the elf fortress can control the overall situation, and it will be over if he is raided.

But he heard a voice as cold as a mountain cloud, suddenly sounding at the door of the council hall: "Isn't this still me? Could it be that the elven race can't survive without the human race?"

A hint of surprise flashed between Zhao Yuan's eyebrows, and when he turned his head to look, he was greeted by a pair of narrow but gentle lake blue eyes. "Fourth Elder......" Zhao Yuan's mouth was a little bitter, didn't this guy still want to kill Xiwei and seize power before?

The fourth elder Ian had a gentle and clear face, but his gaze swept over Zhao Yuan as cool as spring snow, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and said, "Sivir is now the king of our elven clan, and all elves will submit to her, and I am naturally no exception. ”

Zhao Yuan listened, but he still stared at Ian vigilantly, as if he would suddenly jump up and attack in the next second. Zhao Yuan was not a native of this world after all, and he couldn't understand where this deep-seated loyalty came from.

In the end, it was Sivir who patted him lightly on the shoulder and said softly: "Lord Zhao Yuan, don't worry, I'll be fine." ”

......

Above the sky, the stars are twinkling, the wind is hunting, the clouds and mist are undulating, changing and surging. Between the thick white clouds and mist, I saw the figure of a gray-robed man looming.

"Finally found ......" As soon as his voice came out, it was immediately blown away by the wind, and the clouds drifted into the unknown distance. A crooked crescent moon hangs in the twilight, sprinkling cool and clear light.

After tirelessly searching with his mental power for most of the night, Zhao Yuan finally found the trace of the blood elf's lair in the southeast of the Elven Forest.

Like the elves, their lairs are built underground. However, there are towering trees in the elven fortress, and there are only the same plants on the blood elven lair as they are around. There are no traces of elves in the nearby soil, and the atmosphere is very clean, and the arrangement is extremely secretive. If that's the case, Zhao Yuan doesn't have to bother. After all, there are still five native-born blood elves in the elven clan, and you can ask to lead the way. However, the lair of the blood elves can quickly migrate underground, and it is no wonder that the elves have not been able to find out for so many years.

If it weren't for Zhao Yuan stumbling upon a blood elf who was rushing to the lair and hanging behind him all the way, Zhao Yuan would probably have to return in vain.

Now that he had found the location of the Blood Elf's lair, Zhao Yuan floated down from the air without hesitation, and he didn't need to deliberately look for the entrance, just unleashed the coercion of the eighth-order archmage. In an instant, the air in the forest seemed to be swept away by an invisible wave of qi, and the originally calm and tranquil woods were unprovoked by a layer of murderous aura.

At the same time, Liemos, who was sleeping in his room with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. A pair of black eyes shine faintly in the dark night. He quickly got up and pushed open the door, only to see that there was already chaos outside. Countless blood elves talked and discussed in panic, and the lower level was even more difficult to squat on the ground, overwhelmed by the powerful coercion that was like substance.

Ignoring them, Remos strode through the crowd and went to the meeting alone.

When he emerged from a tree, the first thing that caught his eye was Zhao Yuan's cold and indifferent eyes.

Long before he appeared, Zhao Yuan's spiritual power had felt that there were spell fluctuations in that direction, so he was not surprised to see Liemos suddenly appear at this time.

"Rare guest, Your Excellency Zhao Yuan, I don't know what happened to my clan late at night?" said Liemos's expression unchanged.

The dappled moonlight shone through the shade of the trees on his face, gilding the already deep and hard silhouette of Remos with a soft glow.

When Zhao Yuan saw it, he couldn't help frowning. He had come to ask the master for sin, but Lemos had a calm appearance, which made it difficult for him to speak. In the end, he said in a mocking tone: "You haven't participated in the war for the past few days, I really can't rest assured, so I came to visit you." ”

As soon as the words came out, Liemos immediately showed a smile on his face, the previous two encounters, both sides were tense and desperate, not to mention that Zhao Yuan almost fell twice, Liemos was also white-headed overnight, and the hole cards were exhausted. Now that the two of them are facing each other again, the situation is very different.

Liemos thought that Zhao Yuan would die twice, but Zhao Yuan survived both times, and he didn't even see any traces of injury. Although there was only a faint moonlight as a lamp tonight, Liemos still clearly saw Zhao Yuan's faintly flushed white complexion, as if he had eaten something great to supplement, and he looked healthier than before.

Fortunately, he no longer needs to be an enemy of such a terrible person. He chuckled and said, "What else is there to visit for my dying person, now that Sivir is the king of my clan, when I finish dealing with the old department, I will naturally send those elves who have not been stained with blood back." ”

However, Liemos obviously misexpected the purpose of Zhao Yuan's visit this time, and he thought that Zhao Yuan couldn't wait to let those primordial elves who had not eaten the flesh and blood of the elves go back, so he said such a thing.

Zhao Yuan was stunned when he heard this, he originally thought that the return of the blood elves still needed to make a struggle, but he didn't expect that Liemos had already started to prepare spontaneously, and his words revealed his submission to the elf king.

However, Zhao Yuan immediately found the loophole in it, and said with a suspicious look: "But I heard that these days, the attacks of the blood elves on the elven clan have not stopped, I don't know how you should explain?"

Remos looked surprised: "This is impossible, these days I have blocked the whole clan and started to count." Except for letting a few people go out at night to secretly pick a little herb to heal the clansmen, they don't have any contact with the outside world at all!"

Liemoth's sworn tone made Zhao Yuan completely suspicious, but it was impossible for Sivir to lie to him. In between, either Remos was lying to him, or Sivir had been deliberately misled into seeing the wrong vision.

Compared with the former, Zhao Yuan is more willing to believe in the latter, if Liemos really has a rebellion, he should have taken advantage of the ten days that he Zhao Yuan was in a coma to shoot directly. None of the elves have reached the eighth order so far, and Liemos is a crushing-level existence.

"What about the men in black?" Zhao Yuan suddenly thought of something and spoke.

"I banished them after the Elven King appeared, and if you don't believe me, you can visit the lair. Remos waved his hand and said indifferently. "But it's strange to say that they spent a hundred years and countless dollars just to instigate us to seize power, and now they are leaving without looking back, without complaining or struggling, and I don't know why. As he spoke, Remos shook his head, his face full of bewilderment.

Zhao Yuan was also confused, he just faintly felt that he had caught something, but the thought was like a loach and he didn't leave his hand, and he ran away without a trace, leaving only an empty confusion.

"I believe what you say, Remos, but for the sake of insurance, I'd better go to your lair and see for myself. Zhao Yuan put aside the doubts in his head and said bluntly.

"That's fine, anyway, I'm going to take those elves to the elves in two days. However, I and the rest of the blood elves still have to live in the lair, and in the future, we will finally be able to plant some beautiful flowers and plants outside, and we will no longer have to move around in three days......" Liemoth said as he took Zhao Yuan through a tree.

Zhao Yuan looked at the haired Lie Mos in front of him, and a sense of desolation crossed his heart.

The so-called national hatred and family hatred, how many people have been ruined? For example, those primordial blood elves, as well as the first generation of blood elves such as Liemos, they all yearn for their nature, but they have to struggle for survival and revenge.

They are also the luckiest generation of blood elves, after all, they have a good death, although the first generation of blood elves because of the blood of the elves, can no longer return to the clan, but can still enjoy their old age in peace. And in the past tens of thousands of years, countless blood elves have died young, killing each other.

Zhao Yuan, under the leadership of Liemos, used his spiritual power to scrape almost the entire floor of the blood elf's lair, and Liemos also took the initiative to take him to various secret rooms and underground passages to visit, and he kept chattering along the way, which was completely inconsistent with his cold and hard appearance.

Zhao Yuan looked at his resolute side face and couldn't help but think that if something like that hadn't happened at the beginning, maybe he would have grown up with Sivir like an ordinary father, and Rory cared about Sivir all day long. At the beginning, he must have tried in every possible way to warm the heart of the Great Elder, but in the end he was desperate to find that it never existed at all.

Zhao Yuan sighed silently - now these two people are all because of him, and the time is running out, maybe this is also the result of the cycle of cause and effect and unpleasant retribution.