The Elven Palace, a building established for hundreds of years, has reached the perfect artistic realm of the integration of nature and architecture, which can be called the largest and most perfect artwork of the elves in the March world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Of course, all of the above was known from the mouth of the elven wizard, and such a confident and proud tone and wording were all from the mouth of the elven people.

Along the way, as he went deeper, Al saw more and more elves, but he didn't see any old people, at most they were just elves who looked quite mature.

At this time, Al had a general understanding of the concept of the elves' eternal youth, and I have to say that the elves are really genetically strong in terms of appearance and size.

Coming to the bottom of the high ground, the elk stopped, and in the midst of Red Night's disgruntled cry, Al reached out and touched the elk's head, then gently patted Red Night's back, and followed Mephasa and the elven wizard towards the elven court.

Along the way, the elves he saw became more and more beautiful, and the clothes on his body became more and more luxurious, and the moment he walked into the elven court, Al immediately appreciated the reason why this elf court was called the world's first artwork in March.

All kinds of rare metals and gems decorate the interior of the Elven Royal Court, each thing matches each other, a little more, a little less is redundant or vulgar, but at this time these things are just right, making people have a gorgeous but not vulgar feeling, coupled with the traditional patterns of the elves and the decoration of various plants, it is really refreshing to look at the body and mind.

"Quack, I've long heard that elven buildings are equivalent to works of art, but now it really doesn't seem to be an exaggeration. ”

While watching, Crow Caesar admired, although he really wanted to fly up and take a look at the surrounding situation, but he could clearly feel the eyes of at least eighteen second-level powerhouses looking at him and others, in this case, Crow Caesar knew very well that as long as he dared to make a slight move, then he would immediately usher in the thunder attack of those eighteen second-level powerhouses.

As for Red Night, who is also lying on Al's shoulder, he is much more sensitive than Caesar the crow, he is honestly lying on Al's shoulder, a pair of golden eyes scanning around, obviously not willing to be lonely.

Following Mephasa forward, Al looked at Tyran Evan in full costume and couldn't help but admire the beauty of the queen.

Seeing the arrival of Mephasa and the others, especially the presence of McGern, Tyran Evan smiled slightly and said, "Welcome to your arrival, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Cut, I was coerced by this guy Mephasa, I was supposed to stay well in the Endless Forest, but this guy and Al had to take me out, which was also frustrating. ”

Listening to McGahn's words, Tyranevan smiled slightly, and said to Mefasa: "I wanted to ask you just now, where did you find this guy, but before I asked you, McGahn said it himself, it turned out to be in the Endless Forest, no wonder those people in Metallurgical Fort couldn't find you no matter how they looked for it." ”

"Cut, those guys are very timid, so naturally they don't dare to enter the Endless Forest. ”

Although McGurn's words are very rough, the meaning is somewhat correct, those people in the Dwarf Kingdom really dare not enter the Endless Forest to find McGurn, because for the Dwarf Kingdom team that does not have a third-level powerhouse, those second- and third-level transcendent creatures in the Endless Forest are too dangerous.

Looking at McGern, Tyran Evan smiled helplessly, and then said to Mephasa and McGurne with a somewhat serious face: "Mefasa, the covenant we talked about before is also time to start thinking again, because I have received reliable news that the great shaman of the Orc Empire, Megomore, was successfully promoted to a third-level shaman a few days ago, and now the Orc Empire already has two third-level powerhouses!"

As soon as they heard this, whether it was Mephasa, who was smiling just now, or McGahn, who didn't care, the faces of the two of them changed slightly, and they looked at Tyran Evan very seriously.

Hearing this, McGern said to Tyran Evan with a solemn face: "Tyran, are you sure? It is not easy to be promoted to a third-level powerhouse in the March World, not to mention that Megomore should only be in his seventies, how did he become a third-level powerhouse all of a sudden?"

Shaking his head, Tyran Evan said with some uncertainty: "I don't know the specifics, but it should have something to do with the orc shaman's treasure 'Hammer of Destruction', which has been passed down from generation to generation.

And the most important thing is that Na Megomo is extremely proud by nature, when he was a second-level shaman, he once came to our elven forest, and your Orlando Empire to challenge the second-level strength of the wizard powerhouses, and now he has been promoted to a third-level shaman, I think that he is very likely to come to challenge me, or you Mephasa. ”

Tyran's voice fell, and Mephasa was about to say something, when he heard a thunderclap explode from the sky, and a blue thunderbolt fell from the sky, breaking through a layer of glass on the ceiling of the Elven Court, and under the broken glass and scattered small electric light, a strong figure wearing a gray cloak and holding a black one-handed war hammer appeared above the main hall of the Elven Court.

At the same time, a thick voice sounded slowly.

"His Highness Tyranevan knows a lot about me, and I deliberately spread the news to let you know about my promotion, so that you can prepare for my challenge today!"

As he spoke, a green palm took off the hood on his head, and he saw a young orc with long black hair appear above the main hall, he was the second third-level powerhouse from the orc empire, the great shaman Megolmore!

"Megolmore, you are really bold, even Ryan didn't dare to break into the elven royal court of my elven clan at will, you dared to enter alone, aren't you afraid that we will kill you, the shaman genius of the orc clan, here?"

Listening to Tyran's words, Megolmore shook his head lightly and said: "The proud elven queen naturally won't treat me like this, so I am very relieved to come, and His Majesty Ryan is also relieved, of course, I can come here alone, it is not unprepared, as long as I still have this 'Hammer of Destruction' in my hand, then I am confident that I can escape." ”

As the words fell, Megol reached out and lifted the black one-handed warhammer in his hand, only to see that the one-handed warhammer was carved with extremely simple, thunder-like patterns, and blue electricity was constantly circulating on it. (To be continued.) )