The silver Pegasus restrained its wings and pressed its face against the window. The elf lady on the horse's back was wearing her dark green robe, with a haggard and anxious face.

Cyril quickly jumped from the bed and ran to the window. Just as he pushed open the window, the elf lady outside the window had reached out and grabbed his arm: "Same tribe, hurry up, follow me."

"What's the matter?" Cyril wondered.

"There is something wrong in the forest, and there is no time to explain now..."

Upon hearing this, Cyril stopped asking any more questions, immediately turned over the window and landed on the back of the Silver Pegasus. The gentle and beautiful creature then took two steps back, then jumped out into the air, with its huge and soft wings spreading, and fanning them and taking them into the sky.

Outside the door of Cyrill's room, the mage lady wearing a rather exposed pajamas was lying on the door, and at this time she stood up silently and pushed open the door.

She looked at the empty room and was silent for a moment. Then she took out her robe from the space storage and wrapped it on her naked body. Then she patted her hands gently, and the magic shock spread towards the corridor like ripples. Before too long, footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Alina hurriedly ran over and saw the mage standing at the door of the Marquis' room. She was a little surprised and said, "Miss Mia, you don't want it..."

"Mr. Wei has left for something." Mia's voice was extremely calm, "Alina, send an order to convene generals and hold a military meeting."

"Now, Mandelkesburg...no, the entire territory of Amasil is entering a state of war readiness again."

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The Silver Pegasus flew amazingly fast with the blessing of Cyril's wind. The Elf Miss sat in front of Cyril, her arms tightly wrapped around the Pegasus' neck. Even with Cyril's open position, this speed made her feel extremely nervous.

"At this speed, we can reach the edge of the forest in less than an hour." Cyril estimated the distance and spoke, "So...what is the problem with the elves? Is the Black Forest expanded? Or..."

Misha has basically not been in Siliki for the past few months, she resides in the Deep Forest Council, acting as the middleman for Amasil and the Forest’s message.

Almost every piece of information from the elves was passed through Misha's hands, and the information about the forest that we have obtained now also comes from Misha.

He put his hands on Misha's shoulders, and the heat coming from his palm was like a cardiac agent, temporarily passing his control over the wind to Misha.

Misha finally adapted to this speed and stood up and replied: "The spreading speed of the Black Forest is still not controlled, but the elves seem to have found its source. Gru has led the elite into the Black Forest, and I think it should be possible to make progress."

"But the problem lies in the mountain range where the Yingpu clan lives."

"Mountain... vein?"

Cyril of course still remembers the mountains where the elves' Eagle Pu clan lived, the three future elves, and the walking clan of Jinyang Aris lived in this high section of the mountain system located in the middle of the continent, connecting the quiet and heavy ridges, and controlled the top Pegasus Knights among the elves.

The "shooting technique" of the Mufeng Festival is a competition on the hilltop of the Yingpu clan.

"Yes." Misha continued, "Do you remember what was recorded in the previous news? The distribution of magic cracks that suddenly appeared in the forest, including two particularly huge cracks, located in the mountains of the Eagle Pu clan."

"These two fissures have been in a state of extreme unstable state, and just yesterday, one of them suddenly expanded and a crack emerged from the fissure..."

Misha seemed a little unbelievable, but she still uttered the word with difficulty:

"The dragon."

"Dragon?" Cyril cried out in dismay. The impact of this word is too strong. Even if he had fought one-on-one with so many gods, he still couldn't control himself when he heard the name "Dragon".

Although the year name of the past 1440 years was "Year of Dragon Roar", there was no sound of dragon roar in both the game and in reality. In [The Road of Race], even twenty years after the game time, there was no trace of a giant dragon.

But now, at the tail of the Yin and White Year in 1441, these creatures that had been hidden for a long time with the seal of the "Dragon Domain" have suddenly appeared again.

If anyone in this civilization era might have seen a dragon, there would undoubtedly be only two people.

One is the founding emperor of Osaint Emma, ​​Valentine I, the "Dragon Knight". After all, he is named "Dragon Knight". Although it is only rumor, Osaint Emma people all advocate that he had ridden a giant dragon; however, according to the analysis of later scholars, the one he rode was highly likely to be a flying sub-dragon with high bloodline concentration.

The other one is La Rochelle's founding king, the ancestor Upton Lehman.

It is said that he once entered the Dragon Realm, conquered the dragon with his body as a mortal, and obtained a set of divine weapons equipment called "Dragon King Divine Power". A considerable reason for La Rochelle to get rid of the oppression of Aosaint Emma was due to this powerful "Dragon King Divine Power".

The activated "source necklace" that Cyril now hangs around his neck is also brought out from the Dragon Domain by his ancestor Upton Lehmann.

"Are you sure that's... a dragon?"

"According to books left by the Deep Forest Council, the giant dragon was covered with dark green scales, and the resonance of natural elements was extremely high. It should be an adult green dragon. After drilling out of the magic crack, it immediately flew into the territory of the Black Forest. The elves failed to capture their subsequent movement trajectory."

"A giant dragon..." Cyril took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then continued, "But even so, it's not so serious that you need to come and report it, right?"

"No." Misha shook her head, "The problem is very serious. Several magic cracks riots riot at the same time. We re-studied the distribution of magic cracks and found that it could circle a large area with an area with a large surface area, nearly two mountain ranges. If you carefully observe its distribution, you will find that the surrounding environment has begun to change due to the influence of the magic cracks inside."

“That is,?”

"These magic cracks are connected in series with each other, and it is very likely to replace the original mountains with a brand new environment."

"These two mountains are important pillars of the Elf Defense System. They extend to the edge of the forest. If they disappear, they will cause the original natural barrier to disappear by nearly 80%, and the road to Osaint Emma will be a smooth road-"

"Hiss." Cyril took a breath. He took the drawings handed over by Misha and looked at the distribution locations of the magic cracks. As Misha said, the two mountains can be said to be an important pillar of Amasil's natural barrier towards Osaint Emma. Two large elves clans and at least seven large forest monster race settlements are all distributed on the front line of these two mountains.

If everything is really as speculated by the Deep Forest Council, it will be the worst news for Amasil, who is worried at this time whether the Osaint Emma will break into the forest.

"No matter how you say it, you have to go into the forest to see it."

While the two talked, Amasil's large area of ​​land had been crossed by him. The silver pegasus neighed with a hint of horses, signaling the two people on the horse's back that the forest was already close to their feet.

Valley City.

This city, which was founded between the canyons, has many unique urban defense facilities compared to when Cyril came more than a year ago. The tall trees are like long walls that stretch across, connecting the city wall with the cliffs above it, turning them into natural barriers, blocking them from here.

Such a tall tree wall is essentially a more three-dimensional city wall, divided into three sections: upper, middle and lower sections. The elves are proud of the archers distributed on the tree wall in the middle, that is, the city wall with the height of the city wall and the height of the cliff. The upper section of the city wall is guarding the elves' war weapons. Tree people stand there, with countless huge logs and stones piled up around them - they are throwing players that are stronger than the giants.

Valley City, as the last elves heavy city leading to Amasil in the direction of Osaint Emma, ​​is already fully armed.

Cyril and Misha did not stay outside the city. They flew straight into the city, and after being tested by the Elf Guards, they headed straight to the tree of life in the center of the city.

“Where are we going now?”

“The meeting room of the Deep Forest Council.”

The huge round table hall is where the conference room is located, located at the high section of the Tree of Life. The silver pegasus landed directly on the nearby tree branch. The two jumped off the horse. Misha held her deep forest council token and walked all the way without any obstacles. She soon walked into the space inside the tree.

The solid wood corridor was filled with guards, and in this deep environment, there were constant quarrels coming from the end:

"Anyway, we can't leave the forest, this is our last..."

"If you want to leave, you can leave. Can you take the Tree of Life? Without the Tree of Life, do you think we can still have a foothold?"

"This is the last gift given to us by the great Nora, and it is our root!"

Misha seemed to have not heard the quarrels. She strode to the wooden door at the end of the corridor and pushed it open hard. What was exposed in front of the two was a scene of an elf elder pulling his beards and pulling his collars between each other, and fighting each other.

When everyone heard the sound of opening the door, they stopped their movements and looked straight at the door.

The elf lady Misha with long hair was disguised, and the young half-elf Marquis following her.

"Marquis Amasil is here." Misha walked straight into the door with a stern face. The two elves who were tying their beards at each other awkwardly let go of their hands. They were the patriarch of the Eagle Pu clan, the Skywalker Isido, and the patriarch of the Qingsong clan, and the "deep roots" Grover.

Misha walked around the round table, then found a position and sat down slowly. "By the way, the Marquis was already in the extraordinary realm, and in the previous battle, he defeated the extraordinary people of the Aosaint Emma people by one against two."

Her words made the already awkward members of the council even more at a loss. At this time, they once again showed the tacit understanding of the natural family. The elders of the forest council who were resistant to scratch and quarrels all the time began to sort out their appearances, and then sat back to their seats, and even the unicorn licked their beards again.

"Marquis."

Cyril looked at the members of the Deep Forest Council in front of him. No one was present. If only the elders were present, then after the two dwarf elders were missing, the Heart of Tree Irandal had a subconscious effort to seek breakthroughs, and the execution of the White Song clan and the Chibo clan who betrayed the forest last year, the number of people present was pitifully small.

"What you quarrel," he paused and said, "I've heard it almost all outside the door."

Then the elves in front of them looked embarrassed again.

This young marquis is not a fool. It is enough to prove this when he told the elves to become Amasil's solid ally, not to mention that he was the leader of last year's Fengfu Festival.

However, they did not cover up their own remarks when they quarrel. They only needed a few words, and it was not difficult to infer the content of their remarks from them.

"So... Elder Grover, what you hold is that the elves should choose to leave the forest and find another source?" Cyril's eyes fell on the patriarch of the Qingsong clan.

"Uh, this..." Grover wanted to argue, but under the eyes of the young man, he felt that he was incomplete and every inch was seen through by the other party's gaze. In desperation, he could only grit his teeth and admit:

"I don't mean that, I just put forward an idea. If the Dragon Realm really chooses to replace the forest and cover our residence, then leaving is undoubtedly our best choice."

"I still have the same point of view, Grover!" Isido, who was standing up and shouted, "Without the Tree of Life, we will only continue to decline downwards. Without the natural elemental supply of the Tree of Life, without the favor of Nora, what is the difference between elves and humans outside? We may not be as good as them!"

"Our talents and our power will fade away because of the loss of the tree of life until the favor of the elves inherited from Nora completely dissipates and becomes a mediocre race!"

"If you are willing to accept this reality, then you should accept it. Take your clan out of the forest--oh, by the way, don't forget to ask your clan for the opinions of your tribe. Maybe they are not as backbone as you, but choose to stay in the forest?"

Isido sarcastically, and every sentence stimulated Grover blushed like a human in his forties or fifties. He almost wanted to slap the table and stand up, but seeing Cyril beside him, he didn't take action in the end, but just snorted coldly.

"I just put forward the idea. If the Shenlin Council vote fails to pass, of course I will choose to support the idea of ​​passing."

"But Isido, did you make any useful suggestions?"
Chapter completed!