The sunlight filtered down from the gaps between the leaves of Dream Oak, spreading a layer of broken gold on the ground.
Garos didn't wait long.
When the light and shadow between the tree crowns turned from golden to dusk, with the rustling sound of the trees, the branches and leaves parted to both sides, and Seroel walked back on the thick branches.
There was a little moisture remaining on her scales, which glowed with a moist sheen in the light that filtered through the gaps in the leaves.
He probably took a shower under a spring or waterfall somewhere.
The dry scales she mentioned before were not entirely an excuse.
"I've kept you waiting for a long time."
Her tone was casual, and she shook the water droplets on her wings as she spoke.
"Nausir Elf said a lot of beautiful nonsense, but less than 30% of the really useful information."
"These Elf are always like this. They can't tell the difference between small talk and serious business. If you talk to him about information, he will first talk to you about the weather for three minutes, then spend five minutes praising the luster of your scales, and then start talking about serious business. Halfway through, he starts to lament the shortness of life and the passage of time." Seroel stopped on the thick branch opposite him.
Her wings were folded close to her back, her tail hung on the edge of the branch, and the tip of her tail swayed slightly.
After complaining, Green Dragon took out a roll of bark paper, placed it on the branch between the two, held one end with the tip of his claw, and pushed it in front of Garos. "All the information about meteorites that can be sorted out is here."
Garos lowered his head and glanced.
The bark paper is densely marked with locations, power affiliations, known information, etc. The handwriting is scrawled but clear.
There were even a few simple topographic maps drawn on it, marking the territory of Rage Beast Lord and the distribution of Orc's garrison. Several possible infiltration routes were also marked with different colors of tree sap. The amount of information was much greater than he expected.
"Did you write these yourself?"
Garos asked.
Seroel raised his chin reservedly, with a hint of pride in his tone. "Of course, I personally sorted and summarized this information. How do you feel?"
Garos looked at it carefully again, then nodded.
"Well, it looks good. Even more organized than talking."
Seroel's tail slapped on the branch, making a muffled sound, and she snorted, "I also spoke in a very organized manner, but you won't be happy that she didn't dwell on this topic. Her tone was slightly restrained, with a bit of seriousness.
"One more thing."
"Elf's messenger from Nausir wants to see you."
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his gaze.
He doesn't like to hide his head and tail, so when he came to Orotara, he didn't cover his whereabouts too deliberately.
When cleaning Rage Beast, due to the pursuit of efficiency, there was not much restraint. Any experienced Tracker can see the traces left by the battle.
Moreover, Elven Moon of Nausir hangs high in the sky.
In addition to its own lethality against Immortal Life, this imperial creation is recognized for its ability to monitor the entire Orotara. It is famous in itself, and it is not an unknown dragon.
Elfs found his arrival not surprising.
"Why do you think the Elf messenger of Nausir wants to see me?"
he asked.
Seroel tilted his head and thought for a moment, narrowed his emerald green eyes, and gathered his thoughts.
"Most likely I want to win over you."
Her tone was firm and she said:
"If it's an ordinary Crown Rank, Elf won't care too much."
"Nausir Empire has been standing for so many years, and they have seen a lot of geniuses and strong men. In their eyes, the average Crown-Rank Legendary is worthy of attention. Just make a note in the Archive Hall, and that's it."
"But Crown Rank, who can compete head-on with Destiny Rank, is another matter."
"Olotara is not at peace now, natural disasters are sweeping across, and the orcs are also expanding outwards. Although the elves have a deep foundation, their combat power at the destiny level is limited after all. Their own destiny strongmen have to guard key nodes. A foreign aid who can fight is very attractive to them." "It is impossible for the elves not to know about your deeds in Atlan."
She started counting them one by one.
"Killing Archdemon, destroying Floating City and Abyssal Rift, subduing Destiny Rank humanity... These achievements are dazzling enough for Destiny Rank, and they deserve to be treated seriously."
"What's more, you still have a lot of room for improvement."
Her eyes fell on Red Iron Dragon's mutated visor and stayed there for a moment.
"Moreover, you are not afraid of Fury Curse. I didn't tell them this, but if they analyze it themselves or learn about it from other channels, they will pay more attention to you."
Garos nodded slowly.
This judgment is consistent with his own speculation.
"That is to say."
He said, "Nausir wants me to fight for them, against Orc or Rage Beast, or both."
In Atlant resisting Demon, in Orotara fighting against Orc invasion and Calamity danger, I, a naturally evil Red Iron Dragon, have truly become the savior? Garos thought in his heart.
Seroel nodded. "It's almost like ten."
Garos converged his thoughts, thoughtfully, and his eyes fell on the bark paper in front of him.
The complete meteorite is in the hands of three parties, Elf, Orc, and Rage Beast Lord.
Rage Beast Lord is the most direct target, but there are variables with Orc. The movement at Hunt is slightly louder. It is impossible for Orc to not react. If there is a chance to get the meteorite from Elf, it is much safer than snatching it by hand.
The empire is difficult to talk about, but it is not impossible to talk about it.
The key is the price tag.
"I think," he raised his head, "We can talk to Elf."
Seroel's eyes flashed.
"You want to negotiate to get the meteorite?"
"It doesn't hurt to try." Garos said, "Since Elf takes the initiative to see me, it means they want something from me."
"In this way, there is a possibility of a transaction. I don't necessarily have to agree to their conditions, but I can at least listen to what price they can offer. If the price they offer is suitable, the transaction can be negotiated. If it is not suitable, I can think of other options."
Seroel thought for a while and nodded.
"That's fine."
She stood up and stretched her wings. When the wings spread, they brought up a gust of wind, blowing the surrounding branches and leaves.
"Then go to the council hall. Elf Messenger is still waiting for news. I will ask my family to inform him that the formal meeting will be arranged in the council hall." "Let's go."
Seroel turned around and led him through the layers of branches and leaves.
The meeting hall of Emerald Royal City is on the lower side of Dream Oak, located at the root.
The roots of this tree are very unusual.
The rhizomes rise from the ground and are as thick as hills, intertwined with each other, forming a natural dome.
The surface of the rhizome is covered with fine moss, showing different shades of emerald green, glowing slightly, as if something alive is breathing slowly. The conference hall is under the dome of this rhizome.
The interlaced rhizomes form a natural support structure, and the thick lateral roots hang down from the dome, like arch ribs in some ancient building. No artificial carving or reinforcement is required.
The strength and toughness of these roots themselves are enough to support the entire space.
Garos followed Seroel through the layers of branches, leaves and roots to the meeting hall.
The air here is filled with the aroma of moist wood, mixed with some indescribable sweetness, like the smell of flowers blooming in the middle of the night. The temperature is lower than in the canopy, refreshing and cool.
Seroel goes straight to the main seat.
The rhizome began to squirm as she came closer.
Countless tiny roots rose from the ground, intertwined and stacked with each other as if they were alive, and swelled into a huge throne in a few breaths. The back of the chair rose high, and the top spread out to both sides, like outstretched dragon wings.
Seroel turned around and sat down on the throne.
Her size is not small, but it looks just right against the throne. The rhizome slightly adjusted its shape the moment she entrenched itself, perfectly fitting the curves of her body, with every part of her back, abdomen, and tail being supported.
"Garos, please sit down too."
Green Dragon Lift one front paw and tap lightly on the ground on the right side of the main seat.
The rhizome also began to squirm and quickly swelled into a seat.
The shape is simple and the lines are strong, conforming to the body shape of Garos.
Although it was from the side, Garos's body was majestic and majestic, much larger than Seroel's throne, so it could not be ignored. Garos was not polite, walked over and occupied it.
The roots support his abdomen and side ribs in just the right position, allowing him to maintain a relaxed posture without losing his majesty.
Later, other giant dragons arrived one after another.
All are Legendary Realm.
After entering the meeting hall, they looked at Red Iron Dragon for a few times, then took back their eyes and sat down on the seats on both sides.
They should have been arranged by Seroel to listen, or to act as witnesses.
Seroel now has a queen-like posture and temperament, noble and indifferent. Her neck is straight, her eyes are looking straight ahead, and her breathing is slow and even. She is completely different from the way she talked with her head tilted on the canopy before.
She made no intention of introducing these giant dragons.
Red Iron Dragon didn't ask either.
The waiting time is short.
Less than ten minutes later, there were slight footsteps at the entrance.
A Elf walked in.
His skin was pale golden, glowing with a honey-like luster under the green light of the meeting hall. His long silver-white hair was spread behind his shoulders, bound by a few small gold rings to prevent it from being scattered.
He was wearing a suit of gold armor, and his face was extremely delicate. The proportions of his facial features were just right, and there was no flaw to be found. His beauty transcended gender boundaries, and words like handsome or beautiful were not accurate enough.
All I can say is, it is pleasing to the eye.
Legendary Realm.
Garos's eyes stayed on Elf for a moment and made a judgment.
The aura of this Elf is not particularly strong. It is probably in the high-level ranks among the Legendary Realm and is still some distance away from Crown Rank. However, the aura is very stable and the foundation is solid. You can get up on your own.
Moreover, his racial identity is more important than his strength.
Sun Elf.
Garos knows this race.
Not only Nausir, but also Sun Elf has a very high status among the Elf clans in all plane worlds.
They are born into the Elf royal family, with ancient blood and long inheritance. They occupy an important position in the Elf family's political, military, cultural and other systems.
The bloodline of Sun Elf can be traced back to one of the oldest ancestors of the Elf clan.
It is said that their ancestors once received blessings under the oldest sun, and the light golden color on their skin is the mark of blessing. In the decision-making level of the Nausir Empire, the proportion of Sun Elf is much higher than that of other Elf branches.
Sending a Sun Elf as a messenger is sending a signal of importance.
Elf walked to the center of the meeting hall and stopped about three hundred meters away from the two giant dragons.
He first faced Seroel and performed the standard Elf etiquette.
"Emerald Royal City's guardian, Greenwild's monarch, Dream Oak's wise man, Seroel's majesty."
Elf's voice is clear and sweet, and every syllable is pronounced clearly, as if reciting an ancient hymn.
"Your brilliance is like an evergreen vine, growing more and more prosperous over time."
"The last time we saw each other at Nausir Silverleaf Hall was six seasons ago. Your scales are still as bright as emeralds, and your eyes are still as clear as morning dew in the forest."
Seroel's eyes twitched.
She glanced at Elf, then slowly closed her eyes.
It was obviously not the first time Elf had dealt with Seroel, and he was not surprised by her attitude. He was probably used to Green Dragon Queen's reaction. He straightened up with a smile, and then turned in the direction of Red Iron Dragon.
At first glance, Elf saw the vein patterns on the dragon's mask, the unique expression between Rage and calmness, and then the mutated scales and thorns.
Sun Elf's breathing stagnated for a moment.
However, his expression did not change at all and returned to normal the next moment.
Nausir Empire's cultural upbringing allows him to precisely control his facial muscles and prevent any rude emotions from being revealed. "Red Emperor Pale Star's reputation can be heard as clearly as distant thunder even in the depths of Orotara's dense forest."
Elf still has the tone of reciting poetry.
Not hasty or slow, like a stream meandering through the forest.
"In Nausir's Archive Hall, we have recorded many of your deeds in the Atlant Continent."
"Those recorders used the most exquisite words to describe your battles and used the most gorgeous words to praise your strength. But after seeing it with my own eyes today, I realized that words are ultimately pale."
"Your appearance is more convincing than any description."
Red Iron Dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not interrupt these beautiful nonsense.
To be honest, he heard a lot of compliments.
From Atlant to Orotara, from humans to dragons, there are various words of respect for him.
However, this is the first time it has been so beautiful.
The arias, modifiers, layers of metaphors and praises are not meant to please, but more like some deep-rooted expression habits. Garos doesn't care about false fame and praise, but these words still make him feel relaxed and happy.
It's like listening to a beautiful tune. Even if you don't understand the meaning of the lyrics, just listening to the tune makes you feel comfortable.
And he knows that Nausir Elf likes to talk like this, and it is not hypocritical.
The culture of Nausir Elf is like this. In their view, directness is a kind of rudeness, and simplicity is a kind of poverty. True education is reflected in how to express the simplest meaning in the most elegant way.
If a Elf talks to you in plain language...
Either he feels that you are not worthy of his effort in choosing words and sentences, or he is too angry to care about parenting.
Red Iron Dragon listened quietly.
He waited until Elf's voice fell before he spoke.
"Elven Moon has illuminated Orotara for countless years, turning the wild land into fertile soil for civilization. The knowledge collected in the Archive Hall is more precious than any treasure. The decisions made in the Silverleaf Hall affect the fate of Orotara."
"Nausir's name, I have also longed for it for a long time."
Red Iron Dragon said calmly.
Why did you learn Elf's speaking style?
Green Dragon, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, glanced at him, his emerald green pupils flashed between the eyelids, and then closed his eyes again. Opposite him, Sun Elf was slightly startled, and then his smile became softer.
"It is also an honor for me to talk to you. However, although this conference hall is magnificent, it is not as suitable as Silverleaf Hall in Nausir for entertaining distinguished guests." He followed Garos's words and said naturally:
"If you are willing to move to Nausir, the empire will welcome you with the highest standards."
"The dome of the Silverleaf Hall is inlaid with thousand-year crystals. At night, it shines like stars hanging upside down. There are many Elf who would like to talk to you in person, The scholars of Sage Council want to discuss the mysteries of heaven and earth with you, the generals of the legion want to hear your personal account of Atlant's war, and the royal family simply wants to see the grace of Red Emperor Pale Star."
The tone is sincere and the invitation is unabashed.
Red Iron Dragon shook his head slightly.
"Thank you for your kindness."
"However, my time is limited and I will not stay in Orotara for long. I have specific things to do when I come here this time. If there is a chance, I will make a special trip to visit Nausir next time."
Elf showed no displeasure, just nodded slightly.
"Then I will explain my purpose of coming."
He put away the topic of the invitation, and his tone changed from a melodious chant to a slightly more formal solemnity, but still maintained an unhurried rhythm. "Although it is regrettable to lose the opportunity to talk freely in the Silverleaf Hall, the mission itself will not change because of the location."
"Nausir Empire, hopes to form an alliance with your Aura Kingdom."
He got to the point.
"The changes in the world are becoming more and more intense. The shadow of Calamity is covering every land. No race can face this catastrophe alone. Human beings cannot, Dragon Race cannot, and Elf cannot."
"In addition to Calamity, the threat of Orc is also increasing day by day."
"The Deity they believe in has given them a fanatical will to fight, driving them to continuously expand outward. Every time Orc's legion appears, it will leave scorched earth and ruins on the earth. We have dealt with them countless times, negotiated, compromised, and fought. The result is that only fighting can make them temporarily retreat."
"Nausir has been resisting Orc and fighting Calamity. This is our responsibility and our honor."
"However, our strength alone is limited after all. Calamity's influence is getting stronger and stronger, and Orc's legion is also constantly putting pressure on us. If we hold one line of defense, pressure will appear on the other line of defense."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Garos, his pale golden pupils full of sincerity.
"If Aura Kingdom can join us, if we can have strong people like Red Emperor Pale Star on our side, our power against Calamity and Orc will be greatly enhanced."
"Nausir never treats its allies badly."
"You will receive the empire's full support, resources, intelligence, technology, trade priorities, and access within Nausir's sphere of influence... As long as it is within the empire's capabilities, we can negotiate."
Garos After listening, he shook his huge head.
"My foundation is Atlant Continent."
"My people, my kingdom, everything I spent years building, are in another land."
"It is not a wise choice for Aura to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to join Orotara and bleed for Nausir in the gap between Orc and Calamity."
"For Aura, the responsibilities and risks of this alliance far outweigh the benefits."
He simply refused.
It is impossible for Garos to drag Aura Kingdom, who is far away from the Atlant Continent, into a war that does not belong to them for the benefit of Nausir. After rejecting the alliance, Red Iron Dragon changed the subject slightly.
"Your country should understand my concerns. There are many inconveniences and problems in a cross-continental alliance. However, maybe we can change the way." Sun Elf looked up at Red Iron Dragon with an inquiring look in his eyes.
Under the gaze of Elf, Red Iron Dragon said slowly:
"I cannot bear to have my people involved in the war, but I also sympathize with the difficulty of Orotara's life. Therefore, Nausir can follow the ancient and traditional method and entrust me to fight alone, as an individual, not in the name of the Aura monarch."
Hearing these words, Sun Elf nodded quickly.
"Thank you for your mercy. The Empire is pleased to undertake the commission."
Nausir originally values Red Emperor itself, not Aura Kingdom.
From the intelligence point of view, although Aura Kingdom is developing rapidly, it is an emerging force after all. Its background and size are limited, and its performance on the imperial-level battlefield is limited.
The real value is Red Emperor Pale Star himself.
A Crown Rank that can compete head-on with Destiny Rank and has great room for growth.
If Red Emperor could be entrusted to fight alone, it would be more practical than forming an alliance with a kingdom far away on the other side of the continent.
Garos nodded his huge head and said, "Since it is a commission, let's talk about the reward. What can Nausir give me in exchange for my participation in the battle?"
Elf's mouth corners rose slightly.
The time has come to negotiate the price, and the price is exactly what Nausir lacks the most.
"The Empire has countless treasures."
"Weapons, armor, power itself, or some secret knowledge, we have it all."
"Whatever you want, you can ask directly."
Garos bluntly said, "I am interested in meteorites, complete extraterrestrial meteorites, the kind that carry Fury Curse."
Elf's mouth froze for a moment, obviously not expecting this answer.
"Meteorite..."
"What you want is Calamity Meteorite?"
he asked again.
"Yes." Garos said, "A complete meteorite, as the price for me to fight once for Nausir, appears in the Destiny Rank-level war and takes on Destiny Rank-level opponents for you. This transaction is not a loss for you."
Elf was silent.
What do you want this for?
Looking at some of the features on the dragon that looked like Rage Beast, he realized that this was probably not a coincidence. This Red Emperor could use the power of meteorites? Or was he already infected?
Elf didn't take the liberty of asking.
He said, "You are right. A Destiny Rank-level war support in exchange for a meteorite is not an imbalance in value. It can even be said that the empire took advantage."
"But..."
His tone became cautious.
"These meteorites are of great significance to Nausir. The sages of the empire believe that it is unwise to rashly hand over meteorites to others for use or destroy them. The Fury Curse of meteorites will contaminate everything around them, and once a complete meteorite falls into the hands of the wrong person, it may cause uncontrollable consequences." "Therefore, the empire has very strict control over meteorites."
"The complete meteorite must be discussed by the parliament, evaluated by Sage Council, and weighed by many parties before a decision can be made. This is not something I can promise."
Red Iron Dragon looked at Elf with far-reaching eyes.
"I'm not in a hurry."
"You can take my request back to Nausir and let your council discuss and weigh it. They have their procedures and I have my patience." "However, there is one thing you can tell them."
"If Nausir wants to entrust me, this is the only trading method I am interested in at the moment. Other treasures are not what I want for the time being." Ju Dragon Language was calm, but there was no room for maneuver in his words.
Sun Elf opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else.
At this moment, Green Dragon Queen, who had been concentrating with her eyes closed, swayed her wings slightly, bringing up a breeze. Then, her eyelids slowly lifted, revealing her emerald green pupils.
"Orc's front is right in front of you."
She glanced at Elf casually and said, "Bloodskull, broken bones, Blacktooth... The war totems of several large tribes were erected at the same time, the Shaman of Orc are worshiping Deity, the soldiers are sharpening their weapons, and the footprints of scouts have appeared within the border."
"The size of the legion this time cannot be underestimated."
Cantum is called an empire, and it also has an empire scale, but in essence it is a union of many Orc tribes, with some large tribes as the main ones, and the Deity faith as a link, uniting many large and small tribes.
Elf was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. "That's true."
Before requesting an interview with Garos, the envoy had already talked with Seroel.
The purpose is to let Greenwild Kingdom fight and jointly deal with this Orc offensive.
"This war will not be a small friction."
Green Dragon Queen stared at Elf, and his tone became sharper.
"Orc will go north, attack Nausir's defense line, and try to tear apart your territory. The scale of this war is not comparable to the previous skirmishes."
"I suggest you seriously consider Red Emperor's conditions."
"A meteorite that you basically have no use for is left gathering dust in a warehouse, and someone has to be guarded to prevent it from polluting the surrounding environment. If it is replaced by a being equivalent to Dragon of Destiny to participate in a frontal war, Nausir will make a profit at any time."
"What's more, the war will not wait for your parliament to discuss it slowly."
"When Orc's legion shows its fangs, and we want to ask it to take action, the price may be more than just a meteorite."
Elf stood there with a thoughtful look on his face.
His eyes moved back and forth between Seroel and Garos, and finally settled on Red Iron Dragon's steady eyes.
"The next war will be a tug-of-war."
He spoke slowly, talking about important things, his tone less recitative.
"The frontal battlefield is handled by the legions of our empire. There is no doubt about this."
"Greenwild Kingdom, Giant Kingdom, and other allies' main tasks are to defend the flanks and fill gaps in the defense line."
"The war will not end in a short time. According to our previous deductions, if there are no accidents, it will last for at least two months. During this period, any additional strength will be precious."
He paused for a moment, then faced Garos and bowed slightly.
"I will report your conditions to the parliament truthfully."
"I will do my best to explain the value of this transaction to the council, using a dangerous item that we cannot use in exchange for the battlefield support of a Destiny Rank level powerhouse."
"But I have to tell you frankly, I can't make any promises."
"The decision-making process of the parliament cannot be controlled by me alone."
Garos nodded his huge head.
"That's enough."
He said, "I'm waiting for news from you."
Elf straightened up, touched his chest with his right hand again, and bowed to Seroel and Garos respectively.
"Then, please allow me to take my leave first."
He raised his head slightly and chanted for the last time in a Bard-like tone. "May the moonlight shine on your road ahead, may the green leaves protect your territory, may what you ask for come true."
He turned around and walked out along the passage he came from.
The golden Nausir armor flashed twice in the moss light, then was swallowed up by the shadow of the passage and disappeared into the depths.
Seroel stood up from the throne.
She stepped towards the exit and hooked the tip of her tail towards Garos, signaling for him to follow. The other dragons also stood up and left through different passages. "Let's go up there to bask in the sun. After staying in here for a long time, the scales are getting dull."
The light gradually changed from turquoise to golden.
When they returned to the canopy of Dream Oak, the sun of Orotara was approaching the horizon.
The entire tree crown was dyed a color between golden and orange, like a flame burning quietly among the branches and leaves. The sea of trees in the distance was undulating, showing layered silhouettes in the sunset.
Seroel found a particularly thick branch and stopped on it.
Red Iron Dragon is beside her.
They were quiet for a while, watching the sun sink little by little toward the end of the sea of trees. In the distance, a flock of birds returned to their nests, circling a few times above the tree crowns before settling among the branches and leaves.
"You know Elf better than I do. Do you think the council of Nausir will agree?"
Garos suddenly asked, his voice breaking the calm.
Green Dragon thought seriously for a moment, and his eyes fell on the distant skyline.
"Elf is an immortal species just like us, and has a different sense of time."
"A human businessman, if you tell him that a batch of goods has to wait for half a year, he will feel that this is a very long time. For humans, half a year is a growing season and a few tenths of life. He will rush, become anxious, and feel that time is wasted."
"But if you tell a Elf the same thing, he will think it's okay."
"Half a year is just an insignificant fragment in his long life."
"Moreover, although we Dragon Race also live long, we will sleep deeply, sleeping for decades or hundreds of years at a time. When we wake up, the world has changed. Sleeping will cut time and make the long life rhythmic."
"But Elf doesn't need to sleep."
"They spend every sunrise and sunset soberly, every spring, summer, autumn and winter soberly, all year round, over and over again. This continuous perception of time makes their sense of time much slower than ours Dragonkin."
"A Elf said wait a moment. It may be an afternoon, a month, or even a year."
Red Iron Dragon nodded slightly.
He can understand this.
"So, Nausir's council has always been very boring."
"It's not because they mean it. In their perception, taking several months or even one or two years to discuss something is not considered slow at all. They feel that this is a careful weighing and responsibility for every detail."
"However, the war will force them to speed up."
"The rhythm of the war is beyond their control. The battle lines are changing, casualties are increasing, and every delayed day has to be filled with the lives of Elf soldiers. At this time, their sense of time will be forced to adjust."
Seroel thought for a moment and concluded:
"Nausir Council should be unable to reach a conclusion before the war actually begins."
"They will discuss it over and over again, weigh it again and again, and evaluate various possibilities."
"It will not be until the war begins, gradually intensifies, and the number of casualties begins to rise. At that time, the speed of discussions in Parliament will become faster, and they will find that the details that were repeatedly weighed are no longer important in the face of a real crisis."
"When the time comes, the possibility that they will finally agree to the entrustment conditions is extremely high, and you can even add some more conditions.
Garos nodded. "You are right."
His gaze also fell on the distant skyline. The sun had mostly set, leaving only the last small arc of light on the horizon. "However, I cannot place my hopes entirely on the Elf council. Whether they agree or not, that is their business." "My business is to get the meteorite and achieve what I want."
"While Orc and Elf are about to start a war, the two sides are attracting each other's attention. This is also the best opportunity for me to Hunt Rage Beast Lord. Orc's main force is pressing on the front line, and the alert intensity in the south will inevitably decrease. This opportunity cannot be missed."
Seroel's eyes flashed.
"Reasonable."
She said, "During the war, Orc's main forces are on the front line. You can take the opportunity to go to the south."
The voice paused slightly, and Green Dragon looked at Garos.
"There is one more thing I want to tell you in advance."
"In the case of Rage Beast Lord, the help I can provide is limited. Greenwild Kingdom needs to prepare for the next war. There are some things that cannot be separated from me."
"I can give you information and route suggestions, but if it's a head-on battle, I can't get out."
Garos turned his head and looked at Green Dragon.
The last light of the setting sun shone from the side, outlining a golden edge on her emerald green scales.
As the monarch of the Greenwild Kingdom, Seroel has responsibilities that he must bear.
Garos tapped his chin. "Well, this is my business. I will solve it myself. You can just focus on your business."
He thought for a while and then said, "If you encounter trouble during the war, you can ask me for support."
Hearing this, the tip of Seroel's tail was slightly raised.
She tilted her head, with a narrow smile in her eyes, "Nausir can't afford to ask Red Emperor to take action now. What do I have to pay if I want you to take action? If it's too heavy, I can't take it out."
Red Iron Dragon said, "Just give yourself."
The wind passed through the canopy of the trees, causing thousands of leaves to make a fine crackling sound.
After a few breaths, Seroel looked away.
"... It sounds like I am cheap."
Her voice was not loud, she muttered in a low voice.
Then she turned back and her eyes fell on Garos again.
"Okay."
"Remember what you said, I won't be polite."
The sunset continues to set to the west.
The last ray of sunlight disappeared from the gaps in the tree canopy, the sky gradually changed from orange to deep purple, then dark blue, and the first stars began to emerge on the dome, sparse and cold.
Above the sea of trees, Elven Moon hangs high, and the light shines on Orotara.
Under the sea of trees, everything is silent.
Nocturnal animals begin to wake up, and unknown birdsong and insect sounds can be heard in the distance.
And on the distant land, the legions of various countries are gathering. Nausir warriors are lining up under the moonlight, Dragon Race family members of the Greenwild Kingdom are preparing in the forest, and Giant people of the Giant Kingdom are sharpening their weapons in the hills... The soldiers are like a forest, and the camps are continuous.
This war is about to break out.
PS: The lottery results have been posted in the book circle.