Chapter 135 The Messenger From the Green Forest

"Is that black dragon making any movement again?"

In the northern part of the dark forest, in the center of the elven city shrouded in a super large barrier, in a palace made of several giant green trees, there are forest elves gathered one after another.

They sat on exquisite rattan chairs with leaves still growing on them, frowning and discussing.

"The dark forest was made a mess by the descendants of the black dragon. I don't know how many monsters died in the hands of those monsters. We should have driven away the black dragon long ago." The younger male elf elder spoke.

"Fighting between monsters is a natural way. However, the power of the black dragon's followers is getting bigger and bigger, and we in the Green Forest should also think about how to deal with it. If the black dragon doesn't bother us now, it won't bother us in the future. Definitely." An elf elder said calmly.

"The Crimson Nest appeared a few days ago and launched a war in the eastern part of the continent. The behavior of the black dragon may be related to the Crimson Nest. If this is the case, we in the Green Forest must not ignore it.

Thousands of years ago, the crimson disaster that swept across the continent caused heavy losses to our clan, even the leader."

An older elf elder sighed.

His words made several older elders remain silent, with angry looks flashing in their eyes.

Thousands of years ago, the Green Forest Tribe was still a large elf tribe with legendary elf powerhouses.

But during the Crimson Disaster War that swept across the continent, the legendary Elf King was defeated by the legendary green dragon ‘Clayville’ under the Crimson Mother, and was then eaten alive.

Clavier not only ate the legendary Elf King, he also killed and ate thousands of forest elves.

You must know that it is extremely difficult for forest elves to have children. A forest elf couple may only have one or two children in their lifetime. In addition, forest elves only reach adulthood when they are 110 years old. It is extremely difficult for the group to expand. Thousands of people were killed and injured at one time, which is already a heavy loss. It will take at least hundreds of years to recover.

After thousands of years of development regardless of world affairs, the number of forest elves in the Emerald Forest now exceeds five thousand, including those who are dying of old age and those who have just been born.

However, as long as the forest elves reach adulthood, they can basically practice the professions inherited by the ethnic group to an advanced level. This is a natural talent in their blood. Many forest elves even practice two professions at the same time, one as a melee and the other as a spell caster. , or archers, and this also resulted in the high-end combat power of the forest elves being very powerful.

The Black Wing Lair has never provoked the Green Forest because it was afraid of the power of these forest elves. Even now, if it is not necessary, Black Wing Lair does not want to launch a war against them for the little territory of the Emerald Forest.

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

A young male elf pondered for a long time and suddenly spoke.

His speech shocked the elf elders present, some of whom were in disbelief.

"Feng, do you know what you are talking about?" an elf elder scolded.

The young elf named ‘Wind’ nodded seriously with a serious expression, “Elders, I am not joking.

Nowadays, there are no legendary strong men in our Emerald Forest. The strongest one is the Great Elder, but he barely has the pseudo-legendary combat power. Now that the Crimson Mother is born, the continent will definitely be in turmoil. As long as our Emerald Forest survives, In this land, it is inevitable to get into a fight!

How many people do we have now? How many advanced and master-level elf warriors do we have? If we continue to actively create enemies for ourselves for unclear reasons, how many elven warriors will die? "

When Feng said this, some elven elders fell into deep thought, while others were still angry and wanted to refute, but Feng ignored them and continued to talk to himself,

"Being kind to strange creatures is something you should do when you have spare power. If you don't have spare power, you won't even be able to protect the safety of your own people, and you will still talk about eradicating evil, saving creatures, and saving the continent. , then isn’t this cruelty to one’s own people?

The dead elf warriors also had wives and children. "

The elven elders who were originally annoyed and wanted to refute, after hearing these words, wanted to refute, but found that they seemed unable to refute, and finally choked out a sentence,

"Their wives and children will also feel that their fathers who sacrificed their lives for kindness and justice and to save living beings are great."

"Really? Then they are really ruthless." Feng said calmly, scanning the elf elder with his eyes.

"Is it something to be proud of that even one's closest relatives can lose their lives so easily and so calmly?

I would rather they cry and tell their father not to participate in the war or save lives, for no reason, just for the sake of a peaceful life for the family. "

The atmosphere in the palace was silent.

The great elf elder sitting on the main seat spoke,

"Do you have any objections to what Feng said?"

Most of the elven elders kept silent. Those who wanted to refute sighed and stopped talking when they saw this scene.

"It seems that everyone has acquiesced." The great elder stroked his neat and slender green beard, looked at the wind, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Feng, let me leave this matter to you. Go to the Black Wing Lair, meet the Black Dragon King, and reach an alliance."

"Don't think about it anymore. That is a black dragon that seems to be old. Although I don't know the specific strength, it is probably not weaker than you, the great elder. If the wind is gone, if it is in danger." An elf elder hesitated.

Before the great elder responded, Feng spoke up. He said confidently,

"Thank you for Elder Som's concern, but according to my observation, this black dragon lord is not the other evil black dragons. Moreover, I will also carry a teleportation item. Once I encounter danger, I will escape immediately. With my strength, it is not a problem to just escape."

As soon as this was said, all the elf elders nodded and thought it was feasible.

Feng is the most talented young generation in their Emerald Forest. Normal forest elves barely enter the advanced level at the age of 110, and it is difficult to enter the master level in the next one or two hundred years. Feng is now 120 years old and has reached the 16th level. He is also practicing two professions at the same time. Another forest shooter profession has also reached the 15th level. The main profession is the most difficult wind whisperer in the Emerald Forest.

His strength is stronger than many elders present.

You should know that the age of the elf elders present is no less than 300 years old, and the highest great elder and several others are more than 1,000 years old.

The average lifespan of ordinary forest elves is 800 years old. If they break through the master level, they will increase their lifespan by hundreds of years. The eldest elder and several other oldest elf elders are basically at the age where they can die at any time.

The Verdant Forest attaches great importance to the alliance with Blackwing's Nest.

Feng left the Verdant Forest that day and headed for the Blackwing's Nest territory alone.

When he arrived at the border of Blackwing's Nest, Feng felt something in his heart, so he held his breath, became invisible, and hid high in the trees.

Soon, a team passed by below.

Ten fully armed goblin warriors over two meters tall, each leading a black wolfhound over two meters long, seemed to be patrolling.

The wind whisperer profession made Feng very sensitive to the breath, and even without any spells, he could accurately sense the strength range of creatures weaker than himself.

"Goblin warriors are level five and six. Wolfhound beasts are level three and four." Feng watched this scene silently in his heart.

This kind of monster team, let alone him, can be easily dealt with by ordinary adult elf warriors.

However, what made Feng feel solemn was

A few years ago, the monster team patrolling the border of Blackwing Lair was only composed of a mid-level monster warrior as the captain and nine low-level monster warriors as the assistants.

And at that time, there was no wolfhound beast with a keen sense of smell.

It has only been a few years? The changes are so great.

Feng didn't think that Blackwing Lair was guarding against their Verdant Forest, so they sent these elite warriors in the human kingdom all year round to do the boring and hard work of patrolling.

"The strength of Blackwing Lair is expanding too fast." Feng's heart tightened slightly, and he was a little worried.

After the patrolling goblin team left, Feng continued to sneak towards the inner circle of Blackwing Lair.

He was an envoy this time, and he could naturally inform those monster warriors and let the monster warriors lead him to Blackwing Lair, but Feng wanted to observe the most real situation of Blackwing Lair with his own eyes. If the monster warriors took him, perhaps the real situation would be difficult to detect.

Although he wanted the Green Forest to form an alliance with Blackwing Lair, that was when Blackwing Lair was at least in a neutral camp or chaotic neutral.

If Blackwing Lair was evil, Feng would not agree to the alliance.

As he went deeper into Blackwing Lair, Feng was secretly frightened.

Along the way, he encountered more than ten monster squads, and all of them had the same configuration as the first monster squad.

What does this mean?

It means that in Blackwing Lair, intermediate monsters are very common, so common that there are patrol squads of at least more than a hundred intermediate monster warriors in just one direction.

An adult forest elf warrior can easily deal with a patrol squad, but if there are ten, the elf warriors of advanced professions can only flee.

While thinking, Feng finally touched the core territory of Blackwing Lair - Monster City.

Looking at the city wall that was a hundred feet high, Feng, who was hiding his body and breath, was a little surprised, but not too surprised. After all, the buildings of the Emerald Forest were built on giant trees that were hundreds of meters high. In terms of majesty and style, they were not inferior to the Monster City. And in terms of exquisiteness, they were much better.

Emerald Forest was a city that took a thousand years to build. With the hard work of the forest elves, it is not an exaggeration to say that it was meticulously carved. You can even see all kinds of exquisite carvings on any building in the Emerald Forest.

There was a second-ring spell engraved with the Eye of Detection at the gate of the city.

Feng noticed it, but he didn't care. He entered the Monster City with a few light flashes.

The Eye of Detection couldn't see Feng's hidden body either.

This is the horror of the Windtalker profession. This profession is a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, which can be said to restrain most ordinary spellcasters.

Walking on the black stone street of the Monster City, which is more than a hundred meters wide, looking at the various shops on both sides of the street, and the various monsters and humans coming in and out. Feng felt a little shocked.

Although the Verdant Forest is majestic, grand, and beautiful, it has always been deserted. After all, the population is there. How can a city with thousands of people be lively?

But this does not shock Feng. After all, he has traveled to the human world for a few years when he was an adult, and he has seen a lot.

What shocked Feng was that monsters and humans of different races can live together harmoniously.

Can you imagine a troll licking his face and bargaining with a goblin pitifully? Just for a pig beast roasted leg.

Can you imagine humans and evil gnolls walking out of the tavern arm in arm, boasting about their proud experiences?

Hey, that's a bit outrageous.

After an hour of wandering in the Monster City, Feng felt both complicated and happy.

The complicated thing is that the city built by a group of monsters is better than their noble forest elves. This is actually controversial. After all, not every forest elf likes this kind of lively and noisy atmosphere.

But he was really happy, because after Feng's field investigation, he was sure that it was impossible for a chaotic and evil black dragon to let his followers develop such a city.

"It's time to meet this black dragon lord." Feng made a decision.

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

The guards were startled and subconsciously raised their weapons, but soon calmed down and recognized Feng's race.

"Are you a forest elf in the north?"

"Yes." Feng nodded, and then told his purpose.

The guards heard it and did not dare to neglect it, and quickly contacted their superiors.

Soon, after a series of inspections, Feng finally entered the Black Castle. Under the guidance of the Dragonborn maid, he met the Black Dragon Lord.

In the empty center of the Dragon Pond, there were a few small piles of wealth - this was the tax collected recently from the Monster City.

A black dragon with an oppressive body was closing its eyes, and the magic light around it was flickering. Obviously, it was studying spells.

"Master, a messenger from the Emerald Forest has come."

The black dragon slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in his huge dragon eyes. What's going on? The forest elves sent messengers to meet an evil black dragon?

Are you sure it's not a night elf?

"Let him in."

Wudi was very curious about what the forest elves could have sent messengers to.

Feng was led in by the Dragonborn maid and saw the legendary existence mentioned by countless monster warriors in the Monster City. ——Black Dragon King.

"Your Majesty the Black Dragon, I am the messenger 'Feng' from the Emerald Forest."

After a few seconds of silence, Feng greeted in a somewhat dry tone.

There was no way. The size of the black dragon in front of him was simply too oppressive. Even though he had known for a long time that the black dragon that could rule the Blackwing Lair would definitely not be a weakling, when he actually saw it, the thrilling feeling was something no one could imagine.