"The black dragon is moving again?"

In the northern part of the dark forest, in the center of the elven city shrouded in a super-large enchantment, in the palace formed by several emerald green giant trees, there are forest elves gathered.

They sat in beautiful vine chairs with leaves still growing, frowning and discussing.

"The Dark Forest was messed up by that black dragon's family, I don't know how many monsters died at the hands of that group of monsters, we should have driven that black dragon away a long time ago." The younger male elven elder spoke.

"The fight between monsters and monsters, this is the way of nature. However, the power of the black dragon's dependents is getting bigger and bigger, and we in the verdant forest should also think of ways to deal with it. The black dragon doesn't bother us now, but not necessarily in the future. An elven elder said decently.

"A few days ago, the Crimson Nest appeared, and a war was launched in the eastern part of the continent, the behavior of the black dragon may have something to do with the Crimson Nest, if this is the case, we must not ignore the Verdant Forest.

A thousand years ago, the crimson calamity that swept across the continent caused my clan to suffer heavy losses, even the leader."

An older elven elder sighed.

His words made several older elders silent, and a look of indignation flashed in their eyes.

Thousands of years ago, the Emerald Forest tribe was still a large elven tribe with legendary elven powerhouses.

However, in the Crimson Calamity War that swept across the continent, the legendary Elven King was defeated by the legendary green dragon 'Clayville' under the command of the Crimson Mother, and then eaten alive.

Claywell didn't just eat the legendary Elven King, but killed and ate thousands of Forest Elves.

You must know that it is extremely difficult for forest elves to give birth to children, and a forest elf couple may only have one or two children in their lifetime. Coupled with the fact that the forest elves are only one hundred and ten years old to become adults, the expansion of the race is extremely difficult, and thousands of clansmen are killed and injured at one time, which can already be called a heavy loss, and it will take at least a few hundred years to recover.

And after thousands of years of development, the number of forest spirits in the verdant forest now adds up to the number of dying of old age and newborn children, and it can only exceed 5,000.

However, as long as the forest elves are adults, they can basically cultivate the professions inherited by the clan to a high level, which is a natural talent in their bloodline, and many forest elves even practice two professions at the same time, one melee combat, the other spellcaster, or archer, and this also leads to the forest elves in the high-end combat power is very strong.

The Nest of the Black Wings has never provoked the emerald forest, but it is afraid of the power of this group of forest elves. Even now, if it wasn't necessary, the Blackwings' Lair didn't want to wage war against them for that little territory in the Verdant Forest.

"I think we can make an alliance contract with the Black Dragon Lord."

A young male elf muttered for a long time before suddenly speaking.

His speech surprised the elven elders present, and they were a little incredulous,

"Wind, do you know what you're talking about?" An elven elder scolded.

The elven young man named 'Wind' nodded seriously, his expression serious, "Elders, I'm not joking.

Now our verdant forest is not a legendary powerhouse, the strongest is the great elder, but it is only barely a pseudo-legendary combat power, now that the crimson mother is born, the continent must be turbulent, as long as our verdant forest survives on this land, it will not be able to avoid falling into a fight!

How many talented people do we have today? How many high-level, master-level elven warriors do we have? If we continue to actively erect enemies for ourselves for things that are not clear, how many elven warriors will have to die? ”

When the wind said this, some of the elven elders fell into deep thought, and some were still annoyed and wanted to refute, but the wind didn't care about them, and still said to himself,

"Kindness to strange creatures, that's what you should do when you have spare power, if you don't have spare strength, you can't even protect the safety of your own people, and you're still talking about eradicating evil, saving living beings, saving the continent and so on, so isn't this cruelty to your own people?

The dead elven warriors, they also have wives and children. ”

The elven elders, who were originally annoyed and wanted to refute, wanted to refute after hearing this, but found that they couldn't seem to refute it, and finally held back a sentence,

"Their wives and children will also feel that their fathers who sacrificed for the sake of goodness and justice and for the sake of saving lives are great."

"Yes. Then they are really ruthless. Feng said lightly, his eyes scanning the elven elder,

"Is it worth being proud that even your dearest loved ones have lost their lives so easily and so indifferently?

I'd rather they cry and say that their father should not go to war, not to save lives, not why, just to live a peaceful life for the family. ”

The atmosphere in the palace was silent.

The Elven Elven Elder, who was seated on the throne, spoke,

"Do you have any objections to what the wind said?"

Most of the elven elders were silent, and some wanted to refute it, but when they saw this scene, they sighed and said nothing.

"It seems that everyone has acquiesced." The Great Elder stroked his neat and slender green beard, looking at the wind, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes,

"Feng, then leave this matter to you, go to the Black Wing's Lair, meet the Black Dragon King, and make an alliance."

"Don't think about it anymore. It is a black dragon that is suspected of being an old man, although I don't know the specific strength, but it is estimated that it will not be weaker than the Great Elder, the wind is gone, if you encounter danger." An elven elder hesitated.

Before the Great Elder could respond, the wind spoke, and he said confidently,

"Thank you Elder Som for your concern, but as far as I can see, this Black Dragon Lord is not another evil black dragon Moreover, I will also carry teleportation props, once I encounter danger, I will flee immediately, with my strength, it is still no problem to escape."

As soon as these words came out, the elven elders nodded one after another, thinking that it was feasible.

Wind is the most talented young generation in their Emerald Forest, normal forest elves barely step into the advanced level at the age of one hundred and ten, and it is difficult to step into the master level after one or two hundred years, but Feng is now one hundred and twenty years old, and has already reached level sixteen, and it is also two professions to cultivate at the same time, and the other forest archer profession has also reached level fifteen, and the main profession is the most difficult to cultivate in the Emerald Forest clan.

Its strength is already stronger than many of the elders here.

You must know that none of the elven elders present here are less than three hundred years old, and the highest elders, including several others, are even more than a thousand years old.

The average lifespan of ordinary forest elves is eight hundred years old, and if they break through the master level, they will increase their lifespan by several hundred years. The eldest elven elders, such as the Great Elder, had basically reached an age where they would pass away at any time.

As for the alliance with the Black Wing's Nest, the Verdant Forest attaches great importance to it.

The wind left the verdant forest that day and headed alone towards the territory of the Blackwing's Nest.

Upon reaching the border of the Blackwing's Nest, the Wind Heart felt something, and hid high in the trees.

Soon, a team walked by.

Ten heavily armed goblin warriors more than two meters tall, each holding a black wolfhound more than two meters long, looked like they were patrolling.

The Wind Whisperer class makes the wind very sensitive to breath, and even without any spells, it can accurately sense the strength range of creatures that are weaker than you.

"Goblin warriors are level 5 or 6. The wolfhound beast is level three or four. Feng Xin silently watched this scene.

A monster squad of this strength, let alone him, can be easily solved by ordinary adult elf warriors.

However, what makes the wind feel dignified.

A few years ago, the monster team patrolling the borders of the Blackwing's Lair was only composed of one mid-level monster warrior as the captain and nine low-level monster warriors as the auxiliary.

And at that time, there were no such wolfdogs with a keen smell.

It's only been a few years? That's how much has changed.

Wind didn't think that the Blackwing Nest was because it was guarding against their verdant forests, so he sent this kind of elite warrior who could be called an elite warrior in the human kingdom all year round to do the boring work of patrolling.

"The strength of the Black Wing's nest is expanding too fast." Feng's heart tightened slightly, a little worried.

After the patrolling goblin team left, the wind continued to sneak towards the territory of the Blackwing's nest.

He is acting as an envoy this time, so he can naturally inform those monster warriors on the bright side, and let the monster warriors lead him to the Blackwing's lair, but Feng wants to observe the most real situation of the Blackwing's nest with his own eyes. If it was the monster warrior with him, perhaps the real situation would be difficult to detect.

He wanted the Emerald Forest to ally with the Blackwing's Nest, but that was if the Blackwing's Nest was at least neutral, or chaotically neutral.

If Blackwing's Lair were evil, the wind wouldn't agree to an alliance.

As he gradually descended into the nest of the Black Wings, the wind was secretly terrified.

Along the way, he encountered more than ten monster squads, and all of them were equipped with the same configuration as the original monster squad.

What does this mean?

It shows that in the nest of black wings, mid-level monsters are very common, and it is common to have patrol squads with at least a hundred mid-level monster warriors in just one direction.

An adult forest elf warrior can easily solve a patrol team, but if there are ten, the elven warriors of high-level professionals can only flee in the wilderness.

In his thoughts, the wind finally touched the core territory of the Blackwing's Lair, the City of Monsters.

Looking at the hundred-foot-high city wall, the wind that hid its body and breath was a little surprised, but it was not too surprised, after all, the buildings in the verdant forest were built on giant trees hundreds of meters high, and they would not be inferior to the city of monsters in terms of majesty and magnificence. And in terms of exquisiteness, it is even better than I don't know how much.

The Verdant Forest is a city that has been built for thousands of years, and thanks to the hard work of the forest elves, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is meticulously crafted, and you can even see all kinds of exquisite carvings on any of the Emerald Forest buildings.

At the gate of the city there is a two-ring spell engraved with the Eye of Scouting.

The wind noticed, but he didn't care, and with a few light dodges, he entered the monster city.

The Eye of Detection could not see the wind that concealed the figure.

This is the terrifying nature of the Wind Whisperer profession, which is a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, which can be said to restrain most ordinary spellcasters.

Walking on the black stone streets of the monster city that are more than 100 meters wide, looking at the various shops opening on both sides of the street, as well as the various monsters and humans coming in and out. The wind felt a slight shock.

Although the verdant forest is majestic, atmospheric and exquisite, it has always been very deserted, after all, the population is there, a city, thousands of people, how can it be lively.

However, this did not shock the wind, after all, he had traveled to the human world for several years as an adult, and he had seen and seen a lot.

What shocked the wind was that monsters and humans of different races could live together in harmony.

Can you think of trolls licking their faces pitifully and haggling with goblins? It's just a roast leg for a pig beast.

Can you think of humans and evil gnolls walking out of the tavern side by side, boasting about their proud experiences?

Hey, it's kind of outrageous.

After an hour of strolling around the City of Monsters, the wind was in a mixed mood as well as happy.

To complicate matters, the city built by a group of monsters is even better than their noble forest elves, which is actually up for debate, after all, not all forest elves like this kind of lively atmosphere.

But the joy is real, because after Feng's field investigation, he can be sure that it can be a chaotic and evil black dragon that can make his family develop such a city.

"It's time to meet the Black Dragon Lord." The wind has decided.

He came to the place where the guards were staying, and showed his figure.

The guards were startled and subconsciously raised their weapons, but quickly calmed down and recognized the wind race,

"You're the forest elves of the north?"

"Yes." The wind nodded, and then spoke of his purpose.

When the guards heard this, they didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly contacted their superiors.

Soon, after a lot of investigation, Feng entered the Black Castle and, under the leadership of the Dragonborn Maid, met with the Black Dragon Lord.

The Dragon Pool, in the empty center, has a few small piles of wealth - and that's just recently collected from the City of Monsters.

An oppressive black dragon was closing its eyes, its magic flickering around it, and it was clear that it was studying a spell.

"Master, a messenger has arrived from the Verdant Forest."

The black dragon slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in the huge dragon eyes, what is the situation, the forest elf sent a messenger to meet an evil black dragon?

Are you sure it's not the Night Elves?

"Let him in."

Udi was curious to see what the forest elves could do when they sent an emissary.

Wind is led in by the Dragonborn maid and sees the legendary existence in the mouths of countless monster warriors in the City of Monsters. - The Black Dragon King.

"Under the crown of the black dragon, I am the messenger 'Wind' from the verdant forest."

There was silence for a few seconds, and the wind greeted in a somewhat dry tone.

There's no way, it's really that the size of the black dragon in front of you is too oppressive, even if you have long known that the black dragon that can rule the nest of black wings will definitely not be a weak person, but when you really see it, no one knows the sense of trembling.

(End of chapter)