Caroline lay on the soft bed behind the carriage, staring at the small poisonous giant spider that had just hatched from the egg.

The intensification of magic allowed the spider egg to hatch quickly. The newly born little spider was only the size of a palm, and his eight eyes were blinking, making him look a little cute.

However, it doesn't look like its mother at all. Its body is as dark as ink, and its limbs are outlined with deeper black, which has a strange beauty.

Cyril was not worried that this little poisonous giant spider would hurt Caroline. Caroline's magic ensured that the spider would exist as her subordinate.

He was still thinking about the "old grandfather" hiding in Caroline's body - perhaps he should be called Tris, the god of death.

The words from this god are really thought-provoking.

He has not come into contact with these "gods" once and twice. Danya, Nora, Yurira, Isis, and now Tris, have more or less obtained something from them.

Among them, one of the questions that Cyril has been thinking deeply is that these gods are very clear about what the ultimate danger faced by this world is, and thus pulling Cyril from another world to solve the problem.

But they all like to play riddle people, and no one is willing to explain it directly.

Nora, Yurira, and Tris, who is now living in Caroline's body in a strange way of dwelling.

Will they deliberately conceal the information of the final boss and make it more difficult for the "braves" they summoned? Obviously, this will not be the case.

That's only one reason.

They cannot mention this "final boss", and at the same time they must leave enough time to allow those who are now selected to have opportunities to grow.

Cyril and Caroline, and the third and fourth gods who may exist, stood at this point in 1441, but had already taken a look at the danger decades later.

He simply put away these messy moods and devoted himself to the exploration of the path to advance to extraordinary things.

One and a half later.

The carriage stopped in the city of the Qingsong clan, in the valley city.

The last time I came here, I was to participate in the elves' Fengfu Festival, and this time Cyril was able to directly participate in the highest meeting of the forest, in the Deep Forest Council.

Several people got off the carriage and left the extra things in the residence prepared by the elves. Then they rode the Pegasus provided by the elves to the venue of the Deep Forest Council.

The elf messenger who accompanied him was Cyril's old acquaintance.

One of the three golden heroes of the future elves, the Eagle-Pu clan, the walking sun, and Aris.

"Adrien, my dear ally—"

Aris opened his arms and threw a fiery embrace at Cyril: "Nora is on it, I hear your achievements in the Kingdom of Man, it is admirable."

His words were full of sincerity and no exaggeration. The elves were closely related to the Amasir people, so they naturally knew the beginning and end of the Amasir civil war.

And anyone who can regain a city with his own strength will admire him.

"When you have time, come to Mandelkesburg for a drink, Ciali's fruit wine is excellent." Cyril smiled back.

"Haha, I've heard of it a long time ago. When I went to meet Jenny, I slipped into Adler's city to drink, and it was Siliki's fruit wine - I said, when will you lead the trade route to the Elves?"

"Aris, the biggest obstacle to trading with the elves is always transportation - as long as you are willing to provide Pegasus, there is no problem." Cyril replied with a smile, "I heard from Memphira that she tried to exchange Pegasus with you with the silver deer, but you all refused decisively?"

"Memphira, this guy..." When Aris heard this name, he couldn't help but itch.

The Congye clan is far away in the Ellekin Jungle. Young heroes before the elves are indispensable to compete with each other, and Memphira could only rank in the middle.

Who knew that after going to the north, this guy was promoted to professional level and became the leader of the young elf with Gru in one fell swoop.

Because of this, Aris has been scolded by elders in the clan for a lot, probably the rhetoric of "other people's children".

"Ah, in this way, Memphira is progressing rapidly at the professional level. I heard that she had a private fight with Gru, and narrowly defeated Aris with one shot. You can be left behind by others." Cyril saw Aris' pain point and took the blame to get the wrong and said, "Why would you rather bring your Pegasus Knights to my Ciliki and give you some special exercise?"

"You know, I'm a lot of professional level in Siliki, and I can't count them at all—"

But these jokes made Aris really start to think deeply. After a moment, he replied: "This matter... I will go back and propose it to the patriarch."

"This is the issue of the Deep Forest Council this time." Cyril shrugged, "The further cooperation between the Elf and Amasil is imperative. The question is nothing more than how deep the cooperation is."

"You mean..."

"It seems that your elders have not planned to let you participate too much in the dispute between La Rochelle and O'Saint Emma. Obviously they do not understand how serious the situation is." Cyril sighed, "Let's go first."

While they were chatting, the elves had taught the rest of the people how to ride a Pegasus, and then the Pegasus flapped their wings after a brief sprint and took them high above the forest.

The meeting was held in a secret cave among the mountains. Cyril could not even call out the name of the mountain where the cave was located, highlighting a secret.

Pegasus landed on the platform in front of the cave. Cyril jumped off the horse and saw several elves of nature priests patrolling the entrance of the cave. As the host of the Deep Forest Council, the Natural Temple would of course be present.

Under the guidance of the elves, they entered the cave, and after passing through the long corridor, they stood on the ground that felt like solid wood.

Although we are deep in the cave and without the light of open flames, the entire space is still bright and in a comfortable atmosphere of light - whether it is a leaf or a stone, the bright green thing embedded on the wall above our heads, providing the light in the cave.

In front of me is a huge round table, which seems to be made of a complete piece of solid wood. When you look closer, you can see the rings of the annual rings on it.

Several figures had already sat at the table. Except for the attendees in the Temple of Nature, the rest were seats for the elders of the Deep Forest Council.

Among them, the elves occupy four positions, and the rest are a unicorn, a tree man, a centaur, and a dwarf.

Compared to the last Deep Forest Council, this time there were two elves and one dwarf - one of the two elves was the patriarch of the White Song clan who colluded with the Osaint Emma people and tried to destroy the Mufeng Festival, Upton.

Now the Bai Song clan has been disbanded, and the original tribe members have been assigned to various elves. The Temple of Natural God took over their Tree of Life and made it a public land.

The other elf who was absent was the patriarch of the Congye clan.

"Heart of Tree", Elandal.

Cyril's heart was slightly shaking. Although he knew that the extraordinary level would not be able to succeed in a day or two, he couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw that Irandal was really absent.

Gugou

"Sit down, the half-elf who came to Amasil, the owner of the Mufeng Crown."

A gentle voice came from the other end of the round table. The owner of the voice was wearing a dark green robe with silver patterns, which was the outfit that Cyril had seen on the final day of the Fengfeng Festival.

The High Priest of the Temple of Nature, Thramanda.

In terms of status, it is on the same level as Harbor Temple, the bishop of Yuanchu Church.

Cyril bowed to him, then pulled away the chair and sat down. Naturally the priests brought other chairs and let Cyril's entourage sit behind him.

His eyes inadvertently swept across the missing dwarf's position. Before he could say anything, he heard Seramanda speak first:

"That was the seat of the Tielinault, but he was absent."

This is obviously not a pleasant news. The elves and dwarves have never dealt with each other, but Cyril can't see any gloating from the elves' faces-

Instead, it was a heavy expression.

The remaining dwarf who came to the scene, the Bringold dwarf in the north - it is worth mentioning that the dwarfs of the Deka Mine, which now become the pillar of Siliki's industry, come from the same source as the Bringold dwarfs.

Therefore, the representative of the dwarf present with a gray beard with a swollen rosaceae smiled at Cyril when he came in.

"Is the Tielinault absent?" Cyril frowned.

The Tielin Nord family, in terms of geographical distribution, is located in the easternmost part of the Deep Forest Parliament camp and is active near the Nora Corridor.

Due to the past slave trade of Osaint Emma, ​​the forest did not like Osaint Emma people, so it moved a large area away from the mountains on the east side of the Nora Corridor and moved to the west side near La Rochelle.

The Iron Nord family is equivalent to the first threshold to face Osaint Emma, ​​and it also controls the most powerful line of defense: the peak of the Nora Corridor.

“Is no one able to contact them?”

"No reply has been received yet." The Bringold Dwarf said in a muffled manner: "We have sent representatives to their camp to investigate, but we will not get any results for a while."

"Tellinnold, tsk, who knows if they turned against the Osaint Emma people?" Finally, an elf spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of aggressiveness: "As long as those Osaint Emma people give enough chips, it is always easy for dwarves..."

Before he could finish his words, the Bringold dwarf roared dissatisfiedly: "Grover, I warn you!"

"Are I wrong about what I said? Tiejing Vanluntien Bringold?" Grover, the patriarch of the Qingsong clan, had no intention of being afraid of fighting, stood up and shouted.

"But the last time I turned against the people of O'Saint Emma, ​​you elves - look at the vacant position next to you, you won't forget who this position belongs, right?" The Bringold Dwarf was sharp-tongued and not like a dwarf.

Grover's face immediately became extremely ugly. He slapped the table hard and wanted to say something, but he heard a gentle bell ringing in the middle of the round table-

"Ding~"

The two immediately stopped their argument.

Seramanda held up one hand and held a ringing bell in her hand. After both of them were quiet, she said slowly:

"I think our young Marquis should not be happy to see these boring jokes of you - Grover, Bringold. You have been arguing like this for decades. Should you take it?"

The two of them stared at each other, then sat down honestly, unable to see the tension just now.

Then Seramanda put his hand back on the table, looked at Cyril gently, nodded and said:

"Then, Marquis Adrien, you can tell your purpose."

The eyes of the elders of the parliament were all focused on Cyril.

He nodded, and Seramanda gave him enough face and allowed himself an outsider to control the right to speak on the round table of the Deep Forest Council, so he naturally would not miss this opportunity.

"The first point I want to say is that from now on, I suggest that from the Elekin Jungle to the Corroe Jungle, and along the Adelaide Sea, all the Tree of Life tribes will enter a state of war."

"In the state of war?" An elf elder immediately made a rebuttal voice: "In the state of war means that the radiation range of the Tree of Life has been completely contracted, which will cause instability in the forest area..."

"Elder Abna, I have already written the specific matters in the previous letters sent to the Deep Forest Council." Cyril interrupted him directly, "If you think the forest can block the advance of the Earth Dragon, then I don't think it's okay to not shrink the defense."

The Tree of Life tribe enters a state of war, which means that the Tree of Life will be too many to be used to recover the power that covers and nourishes the forest to strengthen regional defense.

Chapter 13. If the power of the tree of life is too scattered, the protection of the forest will be very weak and will be more likely to be broken through.
To be continued...