Moon Elf Race

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

"Are there no treasures on the twelfth floor?" Olivier asked before heading to the thirteenth.

"Haha, Olivier, is it? The treasures of the twelfth floor are all on us. If you kill us, you can get them. Do you still want them?" Mokli laughed.

"Forget it then, there are too many of you. Hehe." After saying this, 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 his group headed to the thirteenth floor, they had no intention of staying behind with Mokli and his companions.

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

"Is this the thirteenth floor?"

Unlike the twelfth floor, which was barren and empty, the thirteenth floor was a vast forest. As far as the eye could see, there were towering trees everywhere—a boundless sea of forest with no end in sight.

Such an environment was extremely dangerous.

On the twelfth floor, even if one's divine sense could only radiate a thousand meters, the naked eye could see much further. Here, divine sense was still limited to a thousand meters—which meant little to a god-level expert—but the forest was perfect for hiding and launching sneak attacks. If someone ambushed them, they could very well lose their lives.

Taros, Dylin, and Catherine were all reluctant to encounter such an environment.

"The people on this floor are definitely stronger than those on the twelfth, and the environment is complex, making it even more dangerous for us. Flying in the air makes us too big a target; we will travel through the woods. Everyone, be careful. Let's move out," Taros said.

Inside the forest, thorns and wild grass grew in abundance, leaving no trace of a path. Fortunately, all four were god-level experts, so this vegetation could not cause them any harm.

They moved forward cautiously.

At times, Olivier felt like revealing his true strength and flying above, but he believed that there shouldn't be any Highgods who had fused laws on this floor.

Clearing a path while moving forward, and maintaining constant vigilance, their progress was extremely slow.

Thousands of miles away from Olivier's group of four.

Two armies were engaged in battle. One side consisted of the handsome and beautiful Moon Elf Race, while the other was the hideous Orc Race: Kobolds, Orc-Pigs, and the like.

Both sides had tens of thousands of soldiers, with even the weakest being at the sixth rank. Various magic and battle qi bloomed, creating a spectacular scene. Above the two armies, dozens of experts stood in the air on each side, including both god-level and Saint-level experts.

"Rashid, a thousand years ago, your Orc Race and our Moon Elf Race agreed that both sides would occupy half the territory and not infringe upon each other. You have unilaterally broken the agreement; the great Moon Elf King will surely punish you."

Karl, the god-level expert leading the Moon Elf Race, rebuked him angrily.

"Karl, the Elf King will be dealt with by our Beast God. It is the will of the Beast God that our Orc Race shall unify the entire continent. Your Moon Elf Race must either submit or face extinction, hahahaha."

Rashid did not care about the Moon Elf King at all.

On this continent, the Moon Elf Race and the Orc Race had lived for thousands of years. Before a millennium ago, the two races often engaged in war, but ever since the Moon Elf King and the Beast God reached an agreement to refrain from mutual aggression, the two races had not seen large-scale warfare in a thousand years.

A thousand years ago, the death toll from the wars was so high that both sides were left with only tens of thousands of people. Since the two races were evenly matched, continuing the fight would have resulted in mutual destruction.

Furthermore, there were other god-level experts of different races on the continent; some submitted to the two races, while others roamed the continent freely. The Moon Elf King and the Beast God feared that if they fought to the death, other god-level experts would take advantage of the situation, so they reached an agreement to cease hostilities.

After a thousand years of development, both races had recovered their vitality, with populations exceeding a million. With such numbers, friction was inevitable, and the long-standing grievances between the two sides were reignited.

Most importantly, it was rumored that the Beast God had successfully broken through, which was the true reason for the Orc Race starting the war.

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

"These people look like the legendary Elves. Their strength is at most Saint-level, with the lowest being sixth rank." After observing from a distance for a while, Catherine said.

"This thirteenth floor is truly strange. A race lives here, just like a human village," Olivier added.

If the Graveyard of the Gods was filled with danger, how could such low-level Elves live here so peacefully?

"Judging by what they said, there should be a race called the Orcs, and it seems the two are about to go to war," Dylin also noted.

"Let's find a Saint-level expert to ask; he should know the situation here, and then we can make plans," Taros said.

Soon, they captured a Saint-level expert.

With silver-white hair, a handsome face, and an elegant temperament, the Moon Elf was excellent in every aspect. Olivier, who had always been confident in his own appearance, realized upon comparison that they were not on the same level.

"Catherine, you aren't from the Elf Race, are you?" Olivier noticed that the Elf's hair was very similar to Catherine's, combined with the same natural aura.

"You don't need to be afraid. We are from the outside world. We brought you here just to understand the situation," Catherine said, ignoring Olivier's question and asking the Saint-level Elf instead.

The Saint-level Elf had been cultivating when he was suddenly brought to a strange place. Seeing the four people before him, each of whom felt unfathomable, he noticed they possessed an aura similar to the Elf Envoys.

God-level experts.

The Saint-level Elf was stunned—four god-level experts at once.

"You had better be honest, or we will slaughter every last one of the Elves," Dylin threatened, seeing the Saint-level Elf remain silent.

"Four lords, I will tell you everything I know," the Saint-level Elf said hurriedly. It was just some information; there was no harm in telling them.

"Tell us, what god-level experts are here, and who is the strongest?" Olivier asked.

Through the Saint-level Elf's explanation, the four of them understood the situation on this continent.

The continent was primarily inhabited by the Moon Elf Race and the Orc Race, each possessing over a dozen god-level experts, with the two sides being evenly matched. The god-level experts of the Elf Race, from weakest to strongest, were the Elf Envoys, the Elders, and the Moon Elf King.

Based on the strength of god-level experts, the Elf Envoys were likely Lowgods, the Elders were Midgods, and the Moon Elf King was very likely a Highgod.

In addition, there are over twenty other god-level powerhouses on the continent, two of whom possess strength comparable to the Moon Elf King.

The four strongest individuals on this continent are the Moon Elf King, the Beast God, the Wind God, and the Wolf God.

"My four lords, our Moon Elf Race has always been very friendly toward all god-level beings. I am merely a Saint-level expert and do not know much, but if you four lords 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 his voice.

"I see that the Moon Elf Race is a peace-loving race that reveres nature; they shouldn't make things difficult for us. Besides, they are currently at war with the Orc Race, so they wouldn't want to make enemies unnecessarily. Furthermore, we will inevitably have to face the four strongest beings here; it is only a matter of time."

Olivier transmitted his voice.

"Fine, then we shall go meet the Moon Elf King," Taros thought for a moment and said.

"Since that is the case, we will meet your Moon Elf King."

Taros said to the Saint-level elf.