Moon Elf Race

Taros, Catherine, Dylin, and Olivier passed the twelfth floor of the Graveyard of the Gods and were able to proceed to the thirteenth floor.

"Were there no treasures on the twelfth floor?" Before heading to the thirteenth floor, Olivier asked.

"Haha, Olivier, was it? The treasures of the twelfth floor are all on us. Kill us, and you can have them. Do you still want them?" Mokli laughed.

"Then forget it. There are too many of you. Hehe." With that, Olivier was the first to enter the thirteenth floor.

Taros and the others followed closely behind.

As for Cesar, O'Brien, and Rutherford, the three of them had already left the entrance. Once Taros and the others went to the thirteenth floor, they did not have the nerve to remain with Mokli's group.

The twelfth floor was so vast that it would be difficult for anyone else to find them.

"So this is the thirteenth floor?"

Unlike the bare and utterly empty twelfth floor, the thirteenth floor was a vast forest. Towering trees stretched as far as the eye could see, an endless sea of woods with no end in sight.

Such an environment was extremely dangerous.

On the twelfth floor, even though divine sense could only extend a thousand meters, the naked eye could see much farther than that. Here, divine sense could only cover a thousand meters. To Deities, a thousand meters was nothing, but forests were ideal for hiding and ambushes. If someone attacked them by surprise, they could very well lose their lives.

Taros, Dylin, and Catherine all disliked encountering such an environment.

"The people on this floor are definitely stronger than those on the twelfth floor, and the terrain is more complicated, making it even more dangerous for us. Flying through the air would make us too conspicuous. We'll travel through the forest. Everyone be careful. Let's move out," Taros said.

The forest was thick with thorns and tangled weeds, without the slightest trace of a path. Fortunately, all four of them were Deity-level experts, and the vegetation could not harm them.

They advanced cautiously.

At times, Olivier wanted to simply reveal his strength and fly overhead. He believed there probably would not be any High Deities who understood fused Laws on this floor.

They hacked a path as they moved forward, remaining vigilant at all times. Their progress was extremely slow.

Several thousand miles away from Olivier's group of four.

Two armies were locked in battle. One side consisted of handsome, beautiful Moon Elves; the other was made up of the grotesque Orc Race: Kobolds, Orc-Pigs, and the like.

Both sides numbered tens of thousands. Even the weakest were at the sixth rank. All manner of magic and battle qi burst forth, creating a spectacular sight. Above the two armies, dozens of powerful experts hovered in the air, including Deity-level experts and Saint-level experts.

"Rashid, a thousand years ago, your Orc Race and our Moon Elf Race agreed to divide the territory equally and not invade one another. You have unilaterally broken that agreement. His Majesty the great Moon Elf King will surely punish you!"

Carl, the Moon Elf Race's leading Deity-level expert, angrily rebuked him.

"Carl, let our Beast God deal with the Elf King. It is precisely the Beast God's decree that our Orc Race must unify the entire continent. Your Moon Elf Race can either submit or be exterminated. Hahaha!"

Rashid did not care about the Moon Elf King in the slightest.

The Moon Elf Race and the Orc Race had lived on this continent for thousands of years. A thousand years ago, the two races had often gone to war. But ever since the Moon Elf King and the Beast God reached an agreement not to invade one another, the two races had not fought any large-scale wars for a millennium.

A thousand years ago, too many members of both races had died in the wars, leaving each side with only several tens of thousands of people. Their strength was evenly matched, and continuing the conflict would only lead to mutual destruction.

Furthermore, there were other Deity-level experts from various races on the continent. Some had submitted to the two races, while others roamed the continent freely. The Moon Elf King and the Beast God feared that if both sides entered a Desperate Struggle, other Deity-level experts would take advantage of the situation. Thus, they reached an agreement and called a truce.

After a thousand years of development, both races had recovered their strength, and their populations had grown past a million. With so many people, friction was unavoidable, and the long-standing grievances between them were finally ignited.

Most importantly, it was said that the Beast God had successfully made a breakthrough. That was the true reason the Orc Race had started the war.

Olivier's group of four traveled for ten days before arriving at a village of the Moon Elf Race.

"These people resemble the Elf Race from the legends. The strongest are only at the Saint level, while the weakest are at the sixth rank." After observing from afar for a while, Catherine spoke.

"This thirteenth floor really is strange. There's actually a race living here, just like a human village," Olivier added.

Wasn't the Graveyard of the Gods supposed to be filled with danger? How could an Elf Race with such low strength live here so peacefully?

"From what they were saying, there should be another race called the Orc Race. It seems the two races are about to go to war," Dylin said as well.

"Let's first find a Saint and ask. He should know something about this place. Then we can make plans," Taros said.

Very quickly, they captured a Saint-level expert.

With silver-white hair, a handsome face, and an elegant bearing, the Moon Elf Race was exceptional in every respect. Olivier had once been rather confident in his appearance, but after comparing himself to this elf, he realized they were not even on the same level.

"Catherine, you aren't from the Elf Race, are you?" Olivier noticed that this elf's hair resembled Catherine's, along with the same natural aura.

"Don't be afraid. We came from the outside world. We brought you here only to learn about this place." Catherine did not answer Olivier's question. Instead, she addressed the Saint-level elf.

The Saint-level elf had been cultivating when he was suddenly brought to an unfamiliar place. Looking at the four people before him, every one of them was unfathomable and carried an aura similar to that of Elf Envoys.

Deity-level experts.

The Saint-level elf was stunned. Four Deity-level experts at once.

"You'd better be honest. Otherwise, we'll kill every elf," Dylin threatened when the Saint-level elf remained silent.

"My lords, whatever you wish to know, I will certainly tell you," the Saint-level elf hurriedly said. It was only some information; there was nothing wrong with telling them.

"Tell us which Deity-level experts are here and who the strongest one is," Olivier asked.

After the Saint-level elf explained, the four of them understood the situation on this continent.

The continent was mainly inhabited by the Moon Elf Race and the Orc Race. Each race had more than ten Deity-level experts, and their strength was evenly matched. Among the Elf Race's Deity-level experts, from weakest to strongest, were Elf Envoys, Elders, and the Moon Elf King.

Judging by Deity-level strength, Elf Envoys were Low Deities, Elders were Mid Deities, and the Moon Elf King was likely a High Deity.

In addition, there were more than twenty other Deity-level experts on the continent. Two of them were roughly as strong as the Moon Elf King.

The continent's four greatest experts were the Moon Elf King, the Beast God, the Wind God, and the Wolf God.

"My lords, our Moon Elf Race has always been very friendly toward all Deity-level experts. I am only a Saint and do not know much. If you require it, I can take you to meet His Majesty the Moon Elf King," the Saint-level elf said.

"Taros, should we go meet the Moon Elf King?" Dylin transmitted mentally.

"I think the Moon Elf Race is a peace-loving race that reveres nature. They should not make trouble for us. Besides, they are currently at war with the Orc Race and will not casually make enemies. Furthermore, we are bound to face the four greatest experts here eventually. It is only a matter of time."

Olivier transmitted mentally.

"Fine. Then let's go meet the Moon Elf King." After thinking for a moment, Taros spoke.

"In that case, we'll meet your Moon Elf King."

Taros said to the Saint-level elf.