Since the era of Night Demon, many people have missed the scenery on the moon. The evidence is that paintings and poems with this theme have never been cut off. Even in modern times, when most of the documents before the Great Migration were lost, many works about the moon were still retained. ↗

Unfortunately, after actually setting foot on the Fierce Moon, Neola realized that this strange existence that had been hanging in the sky was not as beautiful as the poets and painters imagined.

The thin air is comparable to the top of the Western Land Cliff. Even with the physique of Neola's third-turned sword master, there is a faint feeling of chest tightness here.

And this is just the beginning.

The environment is so desolate that it is comparable to the Gobi... No, at least there are some drought-tolerant weeds in the Gobi, but there is no vegetation here when you look around.

If it weren't for the cave they walked out that was obviously not formed naturally, but was made by the hands of intelligent creatures, he would probably feel that there is no life on the desolate moon.

The only thing that can be called amazing is probably the sky that is far more magnificent than the quiet moon, with blue as the background and colorful huge planet.

That is where humans originally lived.

"His Excellency Patna, do you really think it's okay to implement the 'Shenmu Plan' so early?"

Neola held his sword hilt a little anxiously and asked Anlun Patna, one of the three current leaders of the Pavilion Master, one of the most noble bloodlines among the seventy-two nobles in the Xianshi era.

"I always feel that the creatures on the moon are untrustworthy..."

"The demons of the abyss are not trustworthy either, but wizards and witches can gain enough benefits from them. The same goes for those monsters on the moon."

Anlun Patna turned around and looked at Neola and said coldly.

But the abyss demons have at least one contract to restrain...

Neola complained deeply in her heart.

As if seeing through Neola's resentment, Anlun Patna frowned and said in a deep voice: "And our 'Shen Wood Plan' can no longer be dragged on."

Unlike Neola, the descendants of the peripheral nobles, Anlun, as one of the inheritors of the nobles of the Ge Laohui Yuanzu, naturally knew more and more detailed situations.

The matter of the Pavilion Masters was indeed a bit unauthorized. First, it sowed the relationship between the Mage Association and the King's Council, and made some stupid kings start to deal with the magicians. Then it forged some evidence to pull the Pure White Church into the quagmire. For a moment, the entire eastern plain was in a chaotic dispute.

However, there are many talented people and strangers in this era. With the usual wisdom of magicians, the chaos did not last long before it gradually stabilized.

So in order to allow everyone's eyes to continue to focus in the quagmire and ignore other things, the upper classes of the Pavilion Council made a foolish decision - they actually began to assassinate the monarch of the small country!

If the original sow discord was exposed, and the King's Parliament could laugh after a little punishment based on the principle of protecting the shortcomings, if it was exposed, I would probably be the King's Parliament to attack the cabinet minister.

It’s not a big deal to be naughty about a dog, but if the dog dares to bite the owner, then there will be no second ending except turning into a pot of fragrant meat!

Although the assassination of bionic demons that the Pavilion Master had spent decades to cultivate at the beginning was very effective, in recent days, only nine of the twelve bionic demons came back safely, while the other three were missing their whereabouts...

This is an extremely dangerous signal. Maybe the King's Council or the Mage Society will catch them. Once they get information directly from them, the only thing waiting for this organization is that the disaster will come!

It is because of this that the Pavilion Master Council suddenly started to operate with all its strength in the past few days. Not only did it temporarily fall into chaos through various methods such as terrifying attacks, disrupting prices, and spreading cults, but it also seized the Fierce Moon Key that the forest elves had coveted for a long time - this is the most important part of the Shenmu Plan!

But even so, the situation of the Pavilion Master Council is not optimistic now. It can only be seen whether the subsequent Shenmu plan can be successfully completed.

Of course, this kind of inside story cannot be said now, except for the decline in morale, it has no effect.

"Your Excellency Patna, those guys are here."

After walking a while in the Gobi Desert, Neola awakened Anlun Patna, who was still thinking about something.

The guys he mentioned refer to the natives on the moon, a humanoid creature with a very different appearance from an elf, but with green hair and bronze skin.

In fact, compared to forest elves, this creature is more like an underground drow elves.

They were all world trees born on the Fierce Moon. However, when they were born, they were polluted by the power of the Lord of Plague and became monsters with a much crueler and more violent personality.

They call themselves blood elves, while the Ge Laos call them wilted elves.

The elves have a weak reproductive ability, even if there is a world tree. In the past century when the moon was sealed, it has not created a country's population out of thin air...

The language of the withered elves is somewhat similar to that of Russian. However, it sounds more sharp and harsh. The language belongs to the ancient elves. Fortunately, the group of people from the Ge Lao Association have been prepared for their own sake to let the followers translate what they said just now.

In fact, it was because of an unintentional magical divination that they received information from Feiyue that they would not know that there was such a strange race and the elves holy world tree on Feiyue.

"They are saying hello to us..." the translator translated with some uncertainty.

"Tell them that there is no need for these empty things." An Lun raised his hand and planned to skip the polite stage: "I just want to ask, are they ready for the things they had agreed to at the beginning?"

The withered elf didn't know if he understood An Lun's words, so he started to silence.

"He is asking us for water and cloth..."

A lot of cold sweat broke out on the translator's forehead, and it can be seen that the other party's words should be more than that, but from his own standpoint, some not-so-good words were translated.

The withered elves do not need to eat, but the water on the moon is very scarce, and the gorgeous cloth, which is completely different from the simple leaves, has become what they love.

"Tell them that we naturally bring things, but we can only trade when we see what they promise."

Anlun waved his hand and said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a few monsters that looked like tree people slowly walked slowly with a sense of terrifying pressure... (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!

PS: The line failed to press, and for some reason I couldn’t get on the otz just now...
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