In the end, Akane comforted Richard so that he didn't have to feel sorry for his mediocre bloodline. Richard was not the only one whose bloodline of the Silver Moon Elves of the Golden World Tree had degenerated, and there were many such things. Richard didn't live under the World Tree, and the chances of bloodline degradation were much greater than normal elves.

Speaking of this, Akane already seemed unusually tired. Richard took his leave and told her to rest. Over the next few days, Richard and she discussed how to deal with the current situation. Richard thinks that the Guardian Elf tribe is an enemy to be taken seriously, but that's about it. Within the range of the Living Tree of the Eternal Night Tribe, Richard's troops could not be affected by the will of the forest, but not outside this range.

The real enemy is Iscara, the demon god of the Annihilation Plane. Richard observed Akane very carefully, and in just a few days, he could also see that Akane's breath was a little weaker. It shows that in the confrontation with the curse of Iscara, Akane is at a disadvantage. But in this matter, Richard was helpless.

On the fourth day of his arrival at the Eternal Night Tribe, Richard no longer stayed on the Tree of Life, but left the territory of the Eternal Night Tribe, and began to hunt and kill the guardian elves of the Twilight and other tribes. He really didn't want to face Akane anymore, and finally saw a mother's relatives back then, but he had to watch her decay and death day by day, and this pain was not something Richard could bear calmly. He can endure a lot of pain himself, but he can't watch the people he cares about suffer.

The sky in the Green Forest Plane was always dark, and whenever Richard looked up, through the dense canopy of trees, all he could see was a patch of gray. There was no sunlight, and the wind in the forest smelled rancid. But the smell of rotting branches and leaves can't overwhelm the stench of the guardian elves. The enemy was rancid and dirty, and Richard had thought it was just an exaggerated language used by poets, but now he understood that when hatred was extreme, the smell was stinky as long as it was related to the enemy.

There was a faint stench in the wind, and Richard suddenly looked up and narrowed his eyes like a cheetah. He gently spat out a few simple syllables, and the power of magic gathered from all around, and Richard's shadow blurred and then vanished. A moment later Richard appeared under an ancient tree, jumped slightly, reached out on a thick branch, and silently climbed the branch, standing on the branch with only his toes as if he were on tiptoe. Less than ten meters in front of him, a nature hunter of the Twilight tribe was camouflaging his perch with a tree branch. He will be centered here, monitoring the activities of the Eternal Night Elves, and if he encounters a lone Eternal Night Elf, he will probably not mind honing his assassination skills.

Richard didn't mind either.

So Richard silently drew his elven knife and stabbed it gently into the heart of the Twilight Hunter. The knife was surrounded by the gentle power of nature, and even the stabbing was so gentle. The blade had just pierced through the heart, and the hunter had only wondered how his heart had suddenly gone numb, and he had died before he could figure out why. Richard softly drew his elven long knife, and there was a faint cyan light on the blade, and there was not a trace of blood stained on it.

The current elven knife is completely different from the beginning, and the whole body is translucent cyan, and the blade does not look like it is substantial. Occasionally, a golden glow would pass through the blade.

Richard now knew that this long knife, formerly known as Moonlight, was one of the most important artifacts in the Elven Court. True moonlight is crafted from the heart of a dead world tree and blessed by the goddess of the moon, Elucia, and has the full power of a seven-quarter moon. As soon as the moonlight is slashed, the opponent will undergo the baptism of the seven-stringed moon. In the Court of the Silver Moon Elves, this knife has always been the saber of the Great Elf King in charge of war. The spear in Akane's hand now and the blue sky is another artifact of the Elven Royal Court.

Another characteristic of the moonlight is that it can stimulate the blessing of the moon god Elucia, thus forming a terrifying energy storm in front of the sword-wielder, which can almost sweep away a qiē within a fifty-meter area in front of him. In the past, the Silver Moon Elves have experienced several crises and inspired several blessings from Elucia. But the price of stimulation is that the blessed power of the goddess disappears forever. The original moonlight still had one blessing power left, and according to Akane's speculation, it should be that when Gordon broke through the Eternal Night Forest, the desperate Silver Moon Elf inspired the last blessing power, and nearly a hundred knights of the Holy Alliance died together. After exhausting the power of the goddess, the moonlight becomes an ordinary long knife, and it will never be destroyed. Gordon didn't know the origin of the moonlight at the time, but he took a fancy to the commemorative significance of its arrival in the Forest of Eternal Night, so he gave it to Richard.

Now the moonlight is infused with the power of the Tree of Life, Richard's Tree of Life once infused its own essence into the long knife, and Akane has guided the Tree of Life of the Eternal Night to infuse it with power. The Tree of Eternal Night originates from the Court of the Silver Moon Elves, and among the High Elves who pay attention to their bloodlines, its position in the Tree of Life is equivalent to that of the Silver Moon Elves among all the elves. Therefore, the Eternal Night Tree of Life infused much more essence than the Tree of Life in Richard's hand, and Akane then infused a little bit of her own bloodline power into it. In this way, moonshine has the ability to have an extraordinary natural affinity. Richard, who wields a knife, can get considerable help in mobilizing the forces of nature in the future, and the effect of all natural spells will be increased by about 30%. Akane's power also provided a powerful and sharp genus for the elven long knife, so after it was in Richard's hands, even if he didn't use the power of life to kill, the knife became a murder weapon.

The current moonlight, according to Akane's words, has roughly one-tenth of the style of the year.

Richard sheathed the moonlight and jumped off the tree. The slain Twilight Elf remained in its original position, as if time had frozen in him.

Richard scurried through the forest like a night wolf, wisps of natural power constantly emerging from his surroundings, obeying Richard's rules, covering up his traces, holding his body, and sending messages of the enemy to Richard's ears and nose. Soon, Richard smelled the stench of another guardian spirit in the wind, and quietly turned and pounced on the ignorant prey. After five full years in the Land of Twilight, all of Richard's senses were honed with extreme sharpness. The people who survive from the Peerless Battlefield are all top-tier hunters.

This is a level sixteen druid, and it's as easy to kill as the nature hunter. Richard drew his elven knife and watched as the druid slowly fell, his face frozen in disbelief. Druids are just as sentient as Nature Hunters, but they rely too much on the perception of natural forces. In front of Richard, who had mastered a few rules, they were completely blind and deaf.

There was another flash of gold on the blade of the moonlight, and the blue and gold blade looked full of mystery. But Richard couldn't be happier. Akane poured the power of her blood into the moonlight, which actually hurt her self a lot, if it weren't for the desperate situation, she probably wouldn't have exchanged such a heavy sacrifice for a little gift to Richard.

It's still Iscara......

This name is now an unsolvable problem, the power of the demon god has penetrated deep into Akane's soul, and every moment, both sides are using their souls as a battlefield, fighting fiercely. The Tree of Life of the Eternal Night is like a barrier, temporarily cutting off the connection between the will and the body of the Demon God, so that Akane has been able to support it for so long. Once she stepped out of the confines of the Tree of Life, the power of Iscara in her soul could immediately connect with her main body, completely overpowering Akane's power. And that's not all, after destroying Akane's soul, Iscara can even take over her body, thus walking on the material plane in place of Akane in search of the next delicious prey. Once Iscara has acquired enough souls, he can even turn the entire creatures of the Green Forest into his puppets, and from then on, there will be only one will, one soul in the entire plane, and that is Iscara.

After learning of Iscara's powers, Richard understood why Akane was adamant not to allow Richard to interfere in his treatment. The two sides are a clash of souls, Iscara's curse power is unpredictable, once he finds out about Richard's existence, maybe the curse power will spread to Richard, thus turning him into the next Akane. Richard is not even a legend at the moment, how can he compete with the power of the demon god?

These days, that feeling of powerlessness filled Richard's heart again, and Akane's terrifying face flashed before his eyes from time to time. Only the never-ending hunt could make Richard settle down a little.

One Patron Elf after another fell in front of Richard. In the forest sea, the original hunters became prey, and when the guardian elves, who relied on the power of nature to become a source of danger, they suddenly became extremely vulnerable.

At this moment, somewhere in the depths of the forest, countless tree people are taking root one after another, turning into ancient trees, and beginning to sleep. They all come from far away, consume quite a bit of strength along the way, and take a long time of sleep to recharge. There is still a long way to go.

There were dozens of treemen in a rather dense circle, all holding tree huts one after another, and when they gathered together to put down roots and set up a passage to and fro, they immediately became a makeshift camp. A large number of guardian elves kept coming in and out, and more warriors rested in the house. They are like predatory beasts, cherishing their bodies before their prey is yet to appear.

At this moment, in the largest treehouse in the center, an old elf in gorgeous clothes was sitting in a chair, listening to the report of an elven hunter in front of him. After hearing this, he frowned and said slowly, "So, in the past seven days, a total of thirty-two of the people we sent out have not reported any news?"

The elven hunter replied respectfully, "Yes, Grand Elder. ”