The day when Zhang Zhengfan came to the Western Fortress, it was at least more than 30 days.

This has been a long time for both Gurik and Moodier to feel a little embarrassed. Zhang Zhengfan did the Western Fortress a great favor. There was the Griffin Knights in the front, and the flooded Dias in the back, and he did not hesitate to help the legal professionals in the Western Fortress to train. In addition, Zhang Zhengfan has no shelf, has a humorous and easy-going temperament, can talk to anyone, and does not have the proud stinky temper of the elves, so now in the Western Fortress, if Gurek and Moodier are the eldest and second, then Zhang Zhengfan can be said to be a well-deserved third.

Gurek and Moodier saw all this in their eyes and remembered it in their hearts. I always feel that I have received Zhang Zhengfan's kindness. Therefore, for such a slow reaction to Ori City and the Elven Sanctuary, both of them were a little dissatisfied in private.

The tradition of the tribe is that the strong are respected. Isn't it a bit too child's fun to ignore such a great god and ignore it? Although the two of them also want Zhang Zhengfan to stay in the Western Fortress, they definitely not in such a disrespectful way.

The two of them contacted Orry City twice through the magic teleportation array. The most violent Mudir almost opened his mouth to scold his mother, but the feedback from Ori City made the two of them a little confused: "The Sanctuary has a bad temper, and the chief is coordinating!"

What's the bad temper in the Sanctuary? The two discussed for a long time, but they were still confused.

But what should come always comes, and early this morning, the belated tribal team finally appeared at the gates of the western fortress near the emerald canyon.

After forming a team, Gurek and Moodier welcomed the group into the city. At the same time, Zhang Zhengfan was immediately notified.

When Zhang Zhengfan and Tinivea entered the hall of the Western Fortress, the atmosphere in the hall was a little solemn.

"Your Excellency, Your Highness Tinivevia, I have come to introduce you. Gurik stood up and walked up to Zhang Zhengfan, and said sullenly, "This is the wise man of Orry City, Elder Guita. This is the president of the Orry City Mage Guild, Lord Holkesh. The ...... "Grek paused"...... This is the Legion Commander of the Elven Sanctuary, the second generation of His Excellency Elven Mst. "As for Moodier, an old acquaintance, naturally there is no need to introduce him.

After the introduction, Gurek turned his head to look at the few people present and said, "Everyone, this is the first generation of ancient elves from the Misty Forest, His Excellency Zhang Zhengfan and the guardian of the Western Wilderness, His Highness Tinivevia. ”

Although he was a little puzzled about how Gurek, who usually had a big voice, changed his temper today, Zhang Zhengfan didn't think about it in his heart, in fact, he couldn't think of it at all with his political IQ. So he smiled politely and greeted the few heads introduced by Gurek.

Tinivea, on the other hand, frowned, glanced at the people in the hall with dissatisfaction, and then said, "This is the person you have come to greet the sails, do you want to insult the sails?"

Zhang Zhengfan "chuckled" in his heart, and hurriedly went to Latinivevia's hand, and said in his heart: "I'll feed my mother, why do you dare to fool around anywhere!"

In fact, Zhang Zhengfan is not to blame, because he is a grassroots from the bones, and he has zero political experience, plus he doesn't know anything about the world, so it is natural to bring his previous cognition into his current life. In his opinion, the wise man of the tribe, the president of the mage guild, and the chief of the elven legion of the holy realm, what level does this have? This has to be a provincial and department-level cadre in his own era, right? For a person who has seen the principal the most, cadres of this level have formed a group to greet him, and this face is bigger! Therefore, he naturally thought that Tinivea was playing with the young lady's temper again.

But ...... actually?

With Tinivea's words, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became awkward. Gurek was already panting. Moodier's face was as black as carbon.

The two orcs, Gouita and Holkesh, looked even more depressed, and only the commander of the Sanctuary Legion, Mster, still looked arrogant and looked at the sky.

"This ...... This matter ......" Gurek gritted his teeth and wanted to speak, but his face was red and he didn't say it, and finally stomped his foot and said to Mst: "Your Excellency Mst, you can say it yourself. ”

Even if Zhang Zhengfan is sluggish, he feels it a little bit at this time, and thinks to himself, what's wrong with this good end?

"Your Excellency Zhang Zhengfan. Mst was not polite, stood up and walked in front of Zhang Zhengfan, and bowed slightly: "I am the second-generation elf Mst from the Holy Domain. ”

"Hello, may the sun shine above you. Zhang Zhengfan nodded, looked at Mster who walked in front of him, he was a head taller than himself, his body was vigorous, he was wearing a robe made of gold silk on a red background, and the magic runes appeared and disappeared on the robe, faintly circulating, and it was a good thing at a glance. Zhang Zhengfan said in his heart: This should be the Mster mentioned in the diary of the unlucky elf West. Don't say it, if you don't know how old this guy is, you really think of him as a middle-aged handsome guy! This style, this temperament, this figure, then there is really nothing to say.

When Zhang Zhengfan looked at Mst, Mst was also looking at Zhang Zhengfan.

To say that although Zhang Zhengfan and Mster are both elves, there is indeed a difference in their appearance. Compared with the athletic Mster, Zhang Zhengfan is thinner. It feels like a thin noodle with a pencil in front of you. And Mster's hair is blonde, and Zhang Zhengfan's hair is white blonde. Compared with Zhang Zhengfan, Mster is slightly older. But who here doesn't know that Zhang Zhengfan is much older than Mt!

And the legal professionals present could still feel the difference between the two more subtlely. It's the elements around the two of them. The magical elements around Mster are self-contained, faintly isolated from the flow of elements between heaven and earth. However, the elements around Zhang Zhengfan are extremely natural, and the flow of magic power is even more regarded as nothing to Zhang Zhengfan, just running around Zhang Zhengfan's body, unimpeded. Compared with the magic elements around Mst, the magic elements around Zhang Zhengfan are more lively and smart. Although Mster wore the battle suit that he had become famous for, the surging robe. But the magic elements around him were not as much as half of those around Zhang Zhengfan. And Zhang Zhengfan is still wearing a black cotton robe that is so ordinary that it can no longer be ordinary.

As the so-called layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway, where do these two people stop, even the president of the Mage Guild, Khorkesh, is in a cold sweat. The magic elements in this hall were all attracted by the two of them, faintly forming two large and small magic power vortices, what realm do you have to reach for this ability? Mther, needless to say, that is a well-known signboard on the continent! The peak of the ninth order, the strength is close to the holy level. The combat experience is even more unmatched (nonsense, as an elven mage who has been fighting on the front line for thousands of years, can this experience be bad!), and it is said that he once singled out the Holy Rank Dragon without falling behind.

Zhang Zhengfan, that's not bad! When saving the red dragon Tinivevia, he killed the Knights of Saint Laurent, and the Knights of the Alliance Griffin in front of the Western Fortress, the fire melted the Tianling, and flooded the city of Dias.

Thinking of this, the people in the hall couldn't help but tremble their legs, and said in their hearts: The arrogant and smelly temper of the elf clan is famous all over the world, and if these two break down and fight later...... , don't you say that you want your own life?!

"Your Excellency Zhang Zhengfan, I would like to ask you a few questions on behalf of the Elven Sanctuary. Mster said slowly with a calm face.

"Just ......" Tinivea was not happy again, and was about to interject directly.

"Vivier, this is our elf's business, you let him finish talking. Zhang Zhengfan held Tinivea's hand tightly and shook his head at Tinivea.

"Hmph!" Tiniveia looked at Zhang Zhengfan's expression, her mouth pouted, and she looked unhappy, and she stomped heavily and stopped talking.

It didn't matter if she stomped her foot, the hall shook directly, not only did the roof begin to fall dust, but even the ground paved with huge stone slabs immediately had a crack more than three feet long.

Everyone in the hall suddenly tightened their hearts again, Mom, I almost forgot about it! There is an eighth-order dragon here! At the same time, he glanced at Zhang Zhengfan even higher, thinking to himself, the dragon clan's arrogant and explosive stinky temper has to be aggrieved in this hand?

"I'm sorry!" Zhang Zhengfan smiled at Mst: "What's the problem, excuse me!"

Mster glanced at Zhang Zhengfan deeply, and then said, "When our mother left the Misty Forest with the five Mahatma to create a new elven homeland, she faced the siege and interception of the alliance and fought bloodily. Four Mahatma have died on the battlefield, may I ask, did the Forest of Mists help at that time?"

"No!" Zhang Zhengfan struggled to recall the memory of the ancient tree of war, and shook his head regretfully.

"Mother did not hesitate to spend all her magic power to integrate into the ancient tree that gave birth to us, the second generation of elves. Mahatma Omant, in order to protect the Mother Tree and protect us newborn fragile children, when the Bloody Alliance of 200,000 troops fought with the Horde reinforcements in front of the Sanctuary, did the Forest of Mists come to your aid?"

"No!" Zhang Zhengfan regretted again.

"Mahatma Omon died in battle, incarnated into an ancient tree of enchantment, and supported a piece of the sky in the Sanctuary. When the 40,000 troops of the three tribes of the tribe defend the sacred domain and protect our elf clan, will the Misty Forest of the same root and clan help?"

"Or ...... No. Zhang Zhengfan is no longer regretful, but ashamed.

"For thousands of years, my elven clan and tribal brothers have fought bloody battles, fighting to resist the invasion of the Alliance, and they have died without complaint. When we hold our heads high, laugh at life and death, carry the immortal banner of the elven race, and rewrite the glorious glory of the elven race, has the Forest of Mists helped us in the slightest?"

"No ......" Zhang Zhengfan was completely out of confidence, and said in his heart: "Isn't the first generation of elves all dead, if you want to help, you have to have the ability to help!"

"At the beginning of the creation of the Sanctuary Grass, my elven people carried their shoulders and built a home of their own brick by brick. At this time, can the Misty Forest help again?"

"The mother tree is seriously ill and dying, and our second-generation elves are traveling thousands of miles, looking for a life-saving solution, and when there is no way to ask for heaven and no way to tell the earth, can the Forest of Mist help?"

Zhang Zhengfan shook his head ashamedly, thinking: West has been to the Forest of Mist, but unfortunately, the first generation is dead, and this unlucky child is also dead.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, what has the Forest of Mists that Your Excellency represents doing in the past thousands of years?"

Zhang Zhengfan wondered, but then he figured it out, he was in the name of the first generation of elves, or he came out of the Misty Forest, although he is now alone, but you don't represent the Forest of Mist, so who represents it?

"I ...... I've been asleep for thousands of years. Zhang Zhengfan couldn't wait for a crack in the ground to get in. Whose name is not good, why should he be the name of the first elf!

"Then why doesn't Your Excellency keep sleeping?" Mster glanced at Zhang Zhengfan deeply again, and said slowly with an expressionless face: "Although the Misty Forest and the Elven Sanctuary have the same sect and roots, they have one vein and two branches. But when my mother left the Misty Forest, the Misty Forest never came to her aid. The holy realm of today, whether it is good or bad, dead or alive, naturally does not need to be cared about in the Misty Forest. Since people haven't been in touch for thousands of years, they don't have to do so in the future. So, Your Excellency doesn't have to come to the Sanctuary, we can't afford to wait!" After saying that, Mster turned around and walked back to his seat, sat down steadily, and no longer paid attention to Zhang Zhengfan and the trembling Tinevia beside him!

The atmosphere in the hall fell to freezing point for a while!

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