"We have many enemies and few friends."

If you place a strategic map on the table, blue represents one's own side, red represents the enemy, and green represents neutrality, then Cyril believes that most of the dots are red, with only a small amount of green, and the two dots of the Ciliki and Congye clans are blue.

"The Congye clan dominates the Elekin Jungle and occupies a seat in a forest council. Naturally, the elves will not have much favoritism for it."

"Miss Misha is an Elf of Ashvan, but she is mixed with humans. This will also cause many Elfs of Ashvan, and Aris of the Eagle-Pu clan is an example."

"And we ourselves, Duke Amasil and the Osaint Emma are our hostile parties..."

Atsk arranged the enemy-to-me relationship in an orderly manner, and the heads of Siliki and the generals were listened to.

"Miss Misha, please tell me the process of the Mufeng Festival again."

"Okay, Mr. Angels." Misha stood up from the rattan chair and drew a circle in the air. The vines climbing on the beams drooped down, like a green board.

And her fingers continued to whisk on it, and as her fingertips jumped, flowers grew on the green board, representing the title number—

"First of all, at the Mufeng Festival, participants should strive for more 'Mufeng Flowers'. This kind of flower blooms every seven years and is under the control of the Natural Temple. If the party who gets the most Mufeng Flowers will finally get the Mufeng Flower Corolla."

"The Moon Festival... is a festival held in a simple way to win the joy of the great Nora. He hopes to see his descendants be able to ensure the inheritance of nature and prevent nature from fading. Therefore, the believers of Nora need to show their own strength."

Miss Misha clearly explained the purpose and reason of the Mufeng Festival, while Caroline had already frowned, then knelt on the chair, lay in Cyril's ear and asked in a low voice:

"Isn't the God of Nature a kind and gentle goddess? If you want to maintain nature, you shouldn't compete with whom you planted it? Why did you hear Misha say so scary?"

"Nora is not a kind and gentle goddess..." Cyril thought to himself, you, a little girl playing with skulls, had the nerve to say that others were scary, and replied: "It would be better to say that He is actually the top god in the Yuanchu divine system. The arrows He shot like falling meteors, the chariot He drove was like running wilderness, the people under His command seemed to be endlessly reproduced jungle, and His sword skills even transformed her insights into nature into it..."

"Do!"

A small wooden stick fell on Cyril's head. Cyril glared at the Atsk who had thrown it, but listened to the latter: "Lord, please do not affect Miss Misha's lecture."

So Cyril pressed Caroline back, and Caroline muttered: "If you want to farm, Miss Romanus will definitely not lose to others."

Miss Misha turned a blind eye to Cyril's inattentive listening, but instead smiled and said, "As the clan said, Lord Nora's skill is the core of the Mufeng Festival - archery, riding, tactics, and swordsmanship."

"Arrowing requires the contestants to pull out ancient relics, the elf bow Didus, shoot arrows from the top of the cliff, and through resonance with nature, it can hit the target hidden in the jungle."

"Riding requires contestants to ride unicorns to compete - of course, first of all, female elves have a very big advantage in this regard."

"Tactics are naturally a team battle, which is why the participants need fifty minions. All parties need to go deep into the Black Forest. Whoever can find the core that suppresses the Black Forest will be able to win Nora's favor."

"And the last item, swordsmanship, is the ultimate competition of personal force. This item limits the elves under 150 years old to participate in the competition."

"One hundred and fifty years old?" Atsk couldn't help but speak--this age is still too long for humans. Although human life span can be extended by breakthroughs in realms, a professional level can block many people for a lifetime, and the realm afterwards is even more distant...

However, correspondingly, these long-lived races take longer to grow - some scholars believe that this is a blood concentration problem left by the gods and people, but the "heavy people's blood" itself is difficult to conduct experiments, so further inferences cannot be made.

"Where is that half-elf?" Cyril asked.

"Half-elves are the same as elves." Miss Misha nodded, "Although both Clary and Ashvan elves have certain resistance to half-elves, this is a rule set by the Temple of Nature, so both are treated equally."

"The winner of the tactics will win ten Mufeng flowers, and the other three will get first, second, third, five, three, and one Mufeng flower. The winner will get twenty-five Mufeng flowers. The more Mufeng flowers you get, the more resources the clan can get, and the more blessings Nora will give."

As soon as Miss Misha finished speaking, she naturally entered the free discussion time. The people who were listening were already full of words, and the words of complaints or discussion resounded throughout the room for a moment:

"I think it's a mistake to participate in the Moon Festival. After hearing about these various projects, we are completely giving away points and there are no bonus points at all." Leonardo, who spoke - he didn't say anything joked, probably had a serious face under his helmet.

"No...I think there is still a chance..." Alina's face was tense, "Captain Memphira is one of the best shooters in the Congye clan. I think she should be able to win some points in archery..."

"Where are the Memphis?" Sher asked.

"Isn't she right there... Huh? Where is Captain Memphira?" Alina widened her eyes and looked around, but found that there was no sign of the captain of the Dawn Tour.

"Sister Memphira was taken back by that elder..." Caroline whispered.

"Then, that riding skill, I think Lord Lord has a good chance!"

"Although Adrien's riding skills are good, he is a man, and unicorns usually only favor women - you said Miss Misha is almost the same as having a chance." Leonardo poured cold water again, and then he compared two fingers, "Black Forest, we are completely unfamiliar with the elves, and it is definitely impossible to get the top ranking."

"With the final sword technique, limited elves, I, Sher, cannot participate. There is only Adrien left here. How much do you think he can win when facing a group of 150-year-old elves?"

"This point needs to be investigated. After all, we don't know the force of the elves of each clan." Rhode said in a deep voice, "In addition, if we are lucky, we may not be able to enter the first three sequences."

"But only the first place in tactics can get Mu Fenghua." Leonardo pointed the right way again.

This was a completely skin-changing competition, with the title of the Mufeng Festival that sounded leisurely. Atsk actually knew very well about the form of this competition - he had never participated in such projects when he was studying in Sorconan.

Cyril, who was born as a player, is more familiar with this. Such competitions are things that will be continuously launched with the update of the game version, such as union battles, individual battles, and camp battles. There are not many routines, and the depth is so deep that most people cannot grasp.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known that he would have traveled through time, he should have participated in the guild-related content in the game. Although he is not completely unaware of these open and secret struggles between "powers" that are equivalent to guilds, most of the knowledge comes from the battle reports integrated by game editors. In detail, only two or three ghost posts in the guild have been mentioned, and they have been deleted very quickly.

He listened quietly to the discussions of the team he had brought up, and basically they had finished their advantages and disadvantages.

"Leonardo, what do you think?" Cyril finally spoke.

Leonardo sat upright in the rattan chair, his fingers gently tapping the tabletop, and the iron armor made a "Doduo" sound, and his own voice was also low: "I think, maybe we should... give up the fight for Mu Fenghua?"

He did not notice that the elf lady who had just sat down had his fingers grabbed the rattan chair's grip. Before Cyril could express his opinion, he heard Atsk speak:

"Lord, I have the same opinion."

Cyril looked up at the two of them. One was a middle-aged wandering knight with a wide knowledge, while the other was a top student in Solconan with extraordinary vision.

"Speak on." He whispered.

Atsk cleared his throat and continued, "I think we should focus on suppressing O'Connor, O'Saint Emma, ​​and winning over allies."

"One of the important purpose of participating in the Mufeng Festival is to prevent the Cangyi Mage Group that will fly in later - no, or in other words, it is to relieve the pressure on Cangyi Mage, that we chose to come here."

"Whether it is making friends with the High Tour mage or making the O'Connor family realize the pressure that our Silicia has brought to him, and then letting Solconan send people to check and balance, it is all to resist the Cangyi Mage Group."

"so what?"

"With competition events, it is not difficult to suppress O'Connor and O'Saint Emma people. You just need to trip them up during the game, especially the tactics. The three of us who are also unfamiliar with the Black Forest basically rely on tactics and wisdom to compete..."

"Then the next question is how to 'make friends'."

Atsk said this, stopped speaking and looked at the young lord, but found that the latter's eyes seemed a little free, and he looked absent-minded, and called softly:

"Lord?"

"Oh, I'm listening." Cyril nodded as if nothing had happened, "Does Leonardo have the same idea?"

"It's the same idea," he said, leaning back, "but I can't speak as carefully as Atsk, so he'll say."

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Cyril stood up and glanced around the room, but saw Caroline playing with bones, Alina beating her fingers, Sher was whistling at the tree outside the window, and Rhode, the loyal knight, was not out of the way, just listening carefully at this moment.

He finally set his eyes on Misha.

The Elf Miss lowered her head slightly and grabbed the rattan chair's grip with her hands - she had been keeping this move for a long time, at least when Cyril snatched a glance before, she had been like this.

The difference is that at this time the latter erases the entanglement and anxiety on his face, and tries to maintain a calm expression as much as possible.

He took his eyes back and fell on Atsk again: "I have ideas about alliances."

"Then I'll do some extras later." Atsk nodded, then sat back.

"If you want to form an alliance, you need to be able to form a certain interest relationship with the other party, so that the other party can see the benefits from you before you can form an alliance with you."

"And obviously, we, Siliki, are basically not satisfied with this."

When he said this, he saw Atsk's face froze, but he could not refute it - after all, Siliki's military strength was not strong and his economy was not prosperous. Even if Cyril was willing to sign a trade agreement with the magic crystal, he could not transport the magic crystal to other elves clans, such as the Yingpu clan, where the road conditions were complicated.

"So, we can only be a disruptor here."

He stretched out his hand and pulled down a board made of vines from the beam, picked up a branch that would flow out of white juice with force, and began to write and draw on it:

"First of all, the enemy that most elves share, Ao Saint Emma, ​​is the place we can use the most. It is not complicated to operate. You only need to select clans that have direct competition with Ao Saint Emma and agree on the league before the game. Then all the interference we make to the Ao Saint Emma people during the game will become the plus point for the clan to us."

"But this is not guaranteed by the elves' hatred of the Osaint Emma people." Atsk argued, "It can be seen from the willingness of the clans to accept the Osaint Emma people that at least the Clary elves may have changed their minds of being completely hostile to the Osaint Emma people to a large extent..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a mysterious smile on Cyril's face:

"So, I made more preparations before - ah, calculating the time, probably it's almost here-"

As soon as he finished speaking, Schell, who was dazed at the window, suddenly shouted: "Ah, something has flew over!"

"Flying over?" Everyone was shocked and grabbed the window. Cyril squinted his eyes and saw a pegasus flapping its wings. A person was lying on the back of the horse, flying towards them crookedly. He could not hold on to the sky above the courtyard and fell out of thin air!

He was flying towards them crookedly, and then he could not hold on to the sky above the courtyard and fell out of thin air!

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Chapter completed!