Once an overseas island in the mouth of the remnants of the Elven Empire, Modo is now located in the northwest of the native forest of this vast continent, where a world tree that covers the sky and the sun rises. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The little dwarf who was almost shocked when he saw the Tree of Life in the Highland Forest for the first time would be able to stun his eyes out if he was lucky enough to see this World Tree now.

There is a word called towering into the clouds, and it is extremely appropriate to place it on this world tree thousands of meters high, the vast shade of the tree is enough to cover the range of hundreds of miles, even if more than 300,000 upper elves live under the tree, it seems extremely relaxed and surplus.

Here, these upper-level elves have once again established a new elven empire, but the elven empire with more than 300,000 people seems a little small and shabby.

The upper elves cleverly built thousands of treehouses on the World Tree, not only did not destroy the overall beauty of the World Tree, but added a little more natural wildness;

In one of the treehouses, His Royal Highness Turandot Nightwind, the regent of the Elven Empire, was sitting in front of the window looking at a lone book of poems.

This seemingly simple treehouse has taken a lot of thought, and several practical small magic arrays have been arranged on the windows alone, so that the cold wind in the sky blows into the treehouse, and it becomes extremely docile and soft.

His Majesty the Lord Regent has been in possession for some years, this is a collection of poems copied by the famous poet of the Elven Empire Elote Lange 10,000 years ago, and for the elves, it is almost equivalent to the relics of the Empire.

When Elote Langor was alive, it was the heyday of the Elven clan ruling the entire continent of Fira, so a large part of the poems in the collection were describing the Elven Empire, which was as brilliant as flowers.

This collection of poems, which is piled up with all kinds of flowery rhetoric, made Turandot Nightwind extremely devoted and obsessed, and he fantasized about what a beautiful and happy thing it would be if he could be born in that era.

Only at this time, His Poor Regent, can he relax his brain and forget the various predicaments and problems that the empire is facing for the time being.

As the only heir of the Empire's Elf King, he had to take on the burden of the Empire after the Elf King entered a long period of retreat, and he also had to face all kinds of headaches.

For example, the hostility and war of the native indigenous alliances on this continent against outsiders, the slow population growth of the tribes for many years, and the poor combat effectiveness of the army......

Suddenly, in the cloudless, clear blue and beautiful sky, a slender thunder falcon vibrated its wings, like an elegant lightning bolt piercing the sky, flew to the window of His Majesty the Regent, stopped, and then cried out very spiritually.

Awakened from his wonderful fantasies, His Highness Turandot Nightwind looked at the Thunder Falcon with intense displeasure, and then immediately became nervous, and the Thunder Falcon's leg was conspicuously tied with a red ribbon and a thin bronze tube.

"Emergency, what's going on? Could it be that these natives are starting a war again. With this impatience, Turandot Night Wind took the bronze tube off.

He pulled out the cork that had blocked one end of the bronze tube, poured out the paper roll from the middle, and spread it out to look at it.

"The port town has been breached, and the legendary Moon God Priest Baldwin and others have been captured, and the enemy is a small dwarf from the continent of Fira, and an evil black dragon. Turandot Nightwind stood up suddenly, his knee slamming into the small table.

A cup of morning dew on the table was suddenly brought down, and the precious book of poetry was immediately stained with dew, and the pages of the book that had been carefully preserved from the previous year were finally wet.

After a while, the calm world under the World Tree was broken by the rapid sound of the horn, and the sound of the horn trembled slightly with the leaves of the World Tree, spreading all over the radius of a hundred miles.

Those frolicking elves who had been leisurely suddenly pricked up their pointed ears and carefully discerned the message conveyed by the sound of the horn.

After that, hundreds of figures continued to rush towards the main hall at the bottom of the World Tree, which was the convening of an emergency high-level meeting of His Royal Highness the Regent.

Most of them had all sorts of strange flying mounts, and for a maximum of ten minutes after the sound of the horn, all the attendees were present, and then they received the unfortunate news from the mouth of His Majesty the Regent.

"Send our elite troops to slay that little dwarf rebel and that evil black dragon. A senior Druid elder of the Council of Elders waved his arms, and the Imperial militant Lunza Giant Hoof said loudly.

It was clear that the nine druids under his command had been captured, and now that they were alive and dead, it was a great humiliation for him, and he felt that only by killing them could he wash away the humiliation he had received.

It was only a few responses to his proposal among the hundreds of people in the hall, and after a while, an old woman dressed as a priest of the Moon Temple spoke: "Lord Renza, have you noticed, defeated the entire air force squad stationed in the harbor town, and captured the two legendary enemies, only that little dwarf and his black dragon mount. ”

"This also means that even if our senior legendary powerhouse here makes a move, it will not be able to do this, so in this case, which troops should we dispatch, who should lead the army, you must know that the other party with the black dragon mount, no matter how many ground troops we dispatch, it is useless. The Luna priest asked.

For a moment, the Druid Elder was speechless when asked, and after a moment of silence, he smiled bitterly: "The Great Elven Empire and the noble upper elves have fallen to this extent now? ”

His words deeply pierced His Royal Highness the Regent, who sat on the throne, and Turandot Nightwind waved his hand and said fiercely: "No, no matter how difficult our situation is, our dignity cannot be tarnished by a rebellious descendant and his evil mount. ”

He looked at the high-ranking members of the empire who were aroused to fight, and said arrogantly: "The border has been a little uneven recently, and those natives are ready to move again, so I decided that the garrison on the border will not move, and I will take the imperial guards to send out, and I will definitely kill the little dwarf and his black dragon mount on the spot." ”

His Royal Highness the Regent's voice fell to the ground, and then a frenzied 'long live' cry rang out in the main hall, and everyone except a few elderly Luna priests became fanatical.