Compared with other places, Birmingham obviously felt that the road to the palace was very quiet, except for the footsteps of the people, there was almost no sound, and the white sculptures on both sides also looked at Birmingham and the others silently, and a creepy smell spread around everyone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Impossible, what about the guards here, the guards of the palace will not evacuate easily?" Elf Red Moon looked around, except for a few of them, there were no more creatures staying here, and the main entrance of the palace, which was originally tall and elegant, fell into a ghostly silence at this moment.

In the face of the elven red moon's question, Birmingham's eyes also showed a look of surprise, the golden floor under his feet was recognizable, the round arch above his head was also exquisite, the relief of the artistic style was painted on the arch, the heavily guarded gate was hidden, revealing a gap for only one passage, as for the guard in the mouth of the elf red moon, there was no trace, everything in front of him reminded Birmingham of the same gorgeous and abnormal, the same silent and uninhabited Rose Manor.

But no matter what, Birmingham, who has come to the main gate of the palace, will not choose to turn back, after all, the cold is getting closer and closer, and the floor under Birmingham's feet has been carved with one or two crystal ice flowers, which proves that the blue has passed through the tightly sealed and indestructible city gate in the mouth of the elf king, and entered this eternal royal court, at this time, it is useless to worry about Isabella and Tatarli, and looking at the appearance of the red moon, it seems that the first two winter blue attacks did not cross this last line of defense, otherwise how could you see a blue in the city and sit on the ground in fright, there is no ancient race at all。

In fact, it's no wonder that the elf Red Moon showed such a panicked look, Birmingham and the others, who had not experienced the blue attack of winter, would never know what these blue beasts represented, it was death, the death that these immortals feared the most.

"What did you just say about talent?" Red Moon seemed to be trying to find a topic to distract herself from thinking about it.

Tina and Little Ellie, who were following behind, couldn't help but be stunned when they heard Red Moon's question, and then remembered that the elves in front of them couldn't apply the human power system, and it was reasonable not to understand what talent was, it seems that the goddess is indeed fair to every race, so that the dragon has unrivaled strength, but it also makes them have a lazy character, the elves have a long vitality, but they also have an unstoppable natural enemy, the blue, as for the human race, although weak, short-lived, but there are talent options that other races do not have.

"The so-called talent is a goddess gift that a beginner warrior faces when he reaches the middle level. Tina explained to the red moon, and her steps did not stop, passing through the small gap and entering the interior of the palace, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the golden color reflected in everyone's eyes.

"Goddess Bounty?" the elf, who had never left Ultramarine, looked confused.

"Yes, Goddess Gift, the Great Goddess has written her power into the rules of the world, and when a mortal steps into the temple of a mid-tier warrior with his own strength, then he will not only get a chance to be exempt from damage, but also a chance to choose his talent. When Tina said this, she looked at Birmingham who was silently walking in front, and Ambella's own master's mid-level warrior did not rely on his own strength to go up, which was known when he saw his realm fall, and it seemed that his master also had something to hide from himself, such as the shocking sword when facing the Six Pillars Demon God.

"Talent is what kind of height a person can reach, for example, you elves have magical talents that humans can't reach, and your attainments in archery are beyond the reach of other races. The oil painter took Tina's words in a rare voice, and touched the exquisite frescoes on the walls on both sides of the palace, revealing a stunning look, and the color of this fresco already made him feel that the trip was worthwhile.

"Characteristics!?" Red Moon seemed to understand.

"Yes, the characteristics, it is the racial characteristics in the mouth of your ultramarines, elves are good at magic and bows and arrows, dwarves are good at blacksmithing, and humans are good at learning, this characteristic is something that every race has, and the talent selection is to let you have an additional characteristic, it can be said that this is the greatest gift of the goddess to the human warrior. The artist's eyes lit up, and he was a little surprised that the elf was able to connect Tina's talent choices with the traits, and it seemed that the elves' intelligence was not just words.

"Forced link, but the racial characteristics only have in the southern orcs, the orcs can instantly transform their previous movements through their powerful physique, this powerful characteristic of ignoring inertia has made the original humans suffer enough, how many human soldiers think they have escaped the attack of the orcs, but in the blink of an eye, they died in the mutated moves, Mr. Birmingham chose this as your second talent, I really didn't expect it. The painter looked with interest at Birmingham, who was walking ahead.

Birmingham didn't look back, as if he hadn't heard the words of the oil painter, looking straight ahead, since entering the interior of this palace, a familiar atmosphere continued to sprout in Birmingham's heart, this strange feeling made Birmingham unintentional to participate in the discussion of the crowd, carefully looking at the surrounding scenery.

The name of the master of the elven art is best reflected here, whether it is the opulent painted frescoes or the lifelike stone statues, the interior of this palace is filled with a luxurious and romantic color, the marble pillars on both sides stand high, and the sinuous dragon prostrates on it, and along the stone pillars, a wide open inner door comes into view.

It should be the council hall in the mouth of the elf red moon, but just like the outside, every trace of fireworks in the huge palace, even the figures of the dozen or so elf kings are nowhere to be seen, and everything seems to have stopped in time and space, without a little wave.

If it weren't for Little Ellie telling everyone in Birmingham that there was no illusion when she entered the palace in advance, Birmingham would have thought that he had fallen into illusion again, otherwise he would not be able to explain the strange silence in front of him.

"Something is wrong. The painter also sensed a strange aura around him, and the dead silence of the palace gave the old member of the tree a sense of danger for no reason, and before Birmingham could react, the oil painter had already taken out a white canvas from his bosom and blocked it in front of everyone.

The huge crash sounded, echoing in the closed palace, the canvas of the oil painter shook violently, and on the empty cloth, a lightning-like ripple scattered, and with the loud sound, a low horn sound came from all directions, if it was low, but Birmingham and the others heard a sense of distance, as if from the distance.

"Carol!" The suppressed roar made the whole palace tremble violently, cracks appeared on the smooth marble floor, and the stone pillars on both sides shook continuously, as if the creeping dragon was about to awaken and rise into the sky.

With the help of the oil painter, Birmingham quickly ran to the door when he came in, and the gap at the door was tantamount to the road of life in Birmingham's eyes, but unfortunately as a protagonist, this kind of whimsical thing would never happen.

With a bang, the gap left by the palace gate closed instantly, and in its place was a figure that was not very tall, and the golden horn in his hand showed the identity of the visitor.

The rumored elven swordmaster, Simmel's master, and Balzas the Ode!