The moonlight is just right.

This kind of moonlight, as soft as the eyes of a young girl in spring, is like a layer of clear hoarfrost when it spreads on the spring water on one side, so beautiful that even the archmage Overkill, can't help but recall his sassy and heroic appearance when he was still a "love saint".

But Allegri, the successor he was looking forward to, did not have any trace of what he had captured back then.

Beckoning Fletcher, he carried Illo to the spring, and as the old man had instructed, he put one of his hands into the spring water, using the vitality in it to nourish his body. After everything was settled, the old tree let out a low "um", and a pale green air root gently rested on the half-elf's body, and the dream energy visible to the naked eye was suddenly transmitted, and the wounds of his soul were conditioned slightly.

"Oh...... It's really quite a serious soul backlash......" Old Tree observed Illo's situation and muttered, "But I have already received quite a lot of initial care, and it will only take a few days to regain my will." ”

"That's good......" Allegri breathed a sigh of relief, this was the original reason why he came to the Moon Song Forest, but he didn't expect that there would be a lot of trouble. After this exertion, he was already tired, so he sat on the moonlit grass and fell down.

"What a show," he muttered, casually instructing, "Fletcher, go get something to eat." ”

"Food?" Fletcher scratched his head, glancing around at the empty grass around him, wondering, "Can you still find food in this place?"

"You go over there," Allegri nodded casually, "and this is the time to really show what you're capable of, not really." Just take out your identity as a master artist and fool them to death. ”

"Cut ......," Fletcher snorted casually, finally standing up and walking in the direction of the square. In accordance with the orders of the Venerable Lord Gooderdu, the sentinels of both factions within the Elven Clan withdrew far away, making this holy place appear surprisingly empty. However, with the strength of the ancient tree demigod, it doesn't matter if there are guards or not. But that's not where the focus of attention is now. Instead, pay more attention to the decision that Goodale is going to make, the decision that is related to the future direction of the elves.

Fletcher had a very fulfilling day today, not only watching this elven infighting up close, but also witnessing the annual masterpiece such as the rebirth of the ancient tree, and being in the position of super VIP, the light and shadow effects of the fight were extremely realistic. So...... Since now that the protagonist has asked himself to find something to eat, he has reluctantly searched around, and it just so happens that he is also a little hungry anyway.

Stepping out of the meadow that always feels weird. Fletcher looked around at the empty plaza and frowned. In the distance, under a tree in the corner of the square, a familiar figure was wandering around.

"Huh?" Fletcher looked at it and greeted hesitantly, "You're the ...... Evelola?"

"Ahh......h Fletcher?" Evelora looked up in some panic. The two looked at each other, and Fletcher realized that the elf girl's face was very pale and her brows were slightly furrowed. It looks gloomy.

Fletcher scratched his head, he had actually only met Evelola once or twice. They didn't know each other very well, but after thinking about it, he still asked, "Hey, if I remember correctly, you seem to be a big man in the elf clan, right?"

"Count...... Sort of. Evelola nodded a little puzzled.

"Then can you take the liberty of asking. Find us something to eat?" Fletcher laughed sheepishly.

"Ah...... Oh, well, well, of course," it seemed to be even more helpless as if it were Ephora. She nodded hurriedly, said "You wait", and walked to a palace next to her.

After a while, she walked back with a few elven maids, and in their trays there were plenty of fruits and drinks.

"It's fruit again...... But, well, thank you......" Although he was not happy with meat, Fletcher also knew the food habits of the elves, so he could only thank him, take the food and walk towards the clear spring.

"Right...... By the way," he hadn't taken a few steps before Evelola, who was behind him, suddenly hesitated and asked in a low voice, "Allegri...... How is he now?"

"What's wrong with him?" Fletcher shook his head casually, "He's just like that, he doesn't feel any change." ”

"Oh......" Evelora sighed faintly, and never said again,

"The elves' recipes are maddening," Allegri asked casually, munching on the fruit, not feeling hungry at all, "Old Gu, you don't eat?"

"Don't eat it......," the old tree snorted, "Besides, the fruit you eat is still our child, do you think I will eat it?"

"Oh, yes!" Allegri nodded violently, and after a moment's thought, his face was filled with righteous indignation, "The elves are really, they don't even think about your feelings, and they live exclusively on these fruits on weekdays. We can't do that, as your friends, Fletcher, go hunt some prey!"

I thought that Fletcher would be a little resistant, but he immediately bounced up, threw the fruit core in his hand aside, and said excitedly, "That's a good idea, wrap it up on me!"

Seeing that he was agile and secretly touched the elves' settlement, his mental head was as strong as chicken blood, Allegri couldn't help but secretly scold, this guy must also be tired of the elves' food, otherwise how could he be so positive.

Now that he could have meat to eat in the foreseeable future, Allegri immediately changed his attitude towards the fruit in front of him. He reluctantly took a small sip of the good-tasting elf fruit wine, and asked casually,

"Hey, Gu, you weren't an apple tree before, were you?"

"What...... What?" Lao Gu reacted for a long time, and denied it angrily, "Of course not, don't say I'm so feminine." ”

"Girly?" Allegri was stunned for a moment, imagining the appearance of the old man with red apples all over his head, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh," said Gu in a muffled voice, "come and help me think about which faction to choose?"

"Whatever you want, Gu," Allegri waved his hand, "you don't have a standard of your own choice, do you?"

"After all these years, I don't know them anymore," Lao Gu sighed and asked, "The current situation on the mainland should be different, but as my best friend, don't you have any expectations for my choice?"

"Old Gu, you're not stupid at all, poor guys are still fooling you," Allegri was stunned and couldn't help laughing, "I came to the Moon Song Forest to treat Illo, but I didn't expect to communicate with any jade dreams." ”

"yes," said Lao Gu, who was taller and could see far away, "but as my friend, at least there is a little benefit, you are holding a barbecue party here, and no elves dare to interfere with it." ”

"Ah, is Fletcher back victorious?" Allegri stood up with a smile and anticipation, "It seems that I have one more bragging capital in the future." ”

A moment later, such an unbelievable scene was staged in the holy land that the elves had not allowed to be desecrated for thousands of years. The dead branches and fallen leaves that were picked up, the orange flames that burned, licked the cut pieces of meat. Allegri and Fletcher gathered around the campfire, smelling the aroma that gradually intensified, and a little salivating as they waited for the delicious food to come out.

The huge ancient tree next to them, the protector of the forest, didn't seem to have the slightest resistance to this. At his feet was a new, tender green sapling, and he watched it grow little by little with a little loving gaze, full of joy.

The moonlight was dripping, and the wandering girl finally hesitated to leave in the cold moonlight. The stout and majestic ancient trees under the moon, the slight bonfire at his feet, the tide of moonlight rising and falling on the grass—

This is the sprinkling of the moon spring forest, the place where the moonlight is sprinkled.

Thousands of miles away, the moon is full of Guanshan.

"That's the Green River Valley, isn't it?" said Innedir as he gazed at the rolling hills, the only gap where he could see the heavily guarded lines and the flag-waving fortresses.

"Yes, my lord," said a general behind him, "go around that mountain, and go a hundred miles northwest to the valley where the Violet Tower is located. ”

"You still need to ......say this," Innedir sighed, his eyes a little stunned, "Have you forgotten that the path of the Light Walker was originally opened by me...... How could I possibly forget where it is?"

The general's body stiffened, and he didn't know what to say.

"So, how well is the Violet Valley defended?" he asked after standing for a long time.

"The Anlan Principality has evacuated the defense strength inside the Violet River Valley, and it has been taken over by the private troops of the evil mage Allegri, and the combat strength is about 1,000," the general, who was already a little stiff, respectfully said, since the Liujin Trade Road happened to run through the river valley, it was not difficult to get information in it, "so the only obstacle for us was the Anlan army stationed outside the river valley and responsible for the defense of the trade route, which was about 10,000."

"Ten thousand troops...... Innedil smiled, "but as Anlan's army, if the Green River Valley is on the verge of falling, will they come to their aid?"

"There's no doubt about that. The general nodded.

"An army that can be easily mobilized by the enemy has an absolute vulnerability...... Innedir's smile grew stronger. He stood quietly in the drenching moonlight, and he seemed to be the most brilliant of them all.

The white embroidered gold robe is intricate and luxurious, and the robe flutters in the night breeze. The long white-gold hair splashed down, glowing with a cold reflection, and his whole person was exuding a faint light from the inside out, drawing an elegant silhouette, and even the boundless darkness could not swallow him.

He is the servant of the light, and he is also the ruler of the light, there are tens of thousands of soldiers behind him, and the sword is in front of him. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)