Rush rust...
The towering trees of eternal life are whirling by the moist breeze, carrying a few fragrances of grass from the lake.
Life is a song.
Survival and continuation are the fundamental instincts of life.
The fear of death is engraved in the depths of the memory of every life. It is the deepest self-awareness that has survived from the single-cell period and the long and cruel competitive evolution environment.
Following the self-instinct of life, the Fengling Clan Senate did its best to beautify this group of human saviors to the people and meet all their needs to prevent the possible destruction of the Fengling Clan.
However!
Black Fantasy is an ordinary wizard stationed in the Holy City of Eternal Tree. He hid in the human world like a sewer rat in the human world, searching the Holy See. He has not been able to enjoy the convenience brought by the power of witchcraft as he is now, and is respected by people, doing whatever he wants in the free sunshine.
Moving forward in the realm of spiritual suggestion witchcraft, he had a corrosive scar on his right face forever, and his skin seemed to be old and rotten bark. It was when he was young, when he was accidentally discovered by a missionary in a secret laboratory and was eroded by the divine power of light summoned by prayers.
For this, he paid the price on his right face.
In the Stars Land, the so-called dark world is nothing more than a group of human heresy who claim that this place is never their home, trying to destroy all human heresy who regard the Stars Land as their home.
His dispute with the Holy See is a disagreement of faith!
"Hmph, it's just a kilogram of watertight. You've been dragging it for a week. Is this your attitude towards the Savior?"
The wine glass in Black Fantasy's hand exploded with a "pop".
He squinted his eyes, his voice gloomy and threatened: "If this matter cannot be done well, let the Desperate Shadow Great Witch King be disappointed, question the sincerity of your Feng Ling clan and the serious consequences, you must think clearly!"
The commander responsible for accompanying Black Fantasy is directly under the Senate, just like the faction.
Like most wizards stationed in Tianhu and Changsheng Tree City, the endless requests of black fantasy are like a water pump. Thousands of young wizards keep making various requests, which has made this already barren ethnic group after the Hundred Years War worse, and their vitality is getting exhausted, and even people's lives are in trouble.
It was like a small hurricane, and the commander was very angry.
Every day seemed to be suffering tremendously, but without the orders of the Senate, he did not dare to do anything, and could only find ways to satisfy the endless requests of the wizard.
But there is no doubt that the wind spirits of the Fantasy School are gradually awakening.
Even the gentlest Feng Ling is recognizing the true faces of these human beings. They are becoming more and more naked and unconcealing their ugly faces!
"I'm sorry, according to the Senate, there are too many saviors who need watermelon during this period. Even if the Holy City of Eternal Trees cannot provide more in a short period of time. We are doing our best to find a way."
He explained tactfully as if he was almost begging: "Just a month ago, the Great Witch King of Despair in your mouth raised us a demand of 100 kilograms of watertight, which is almost equivalent to the three years of storage in Changsheng Tree City. We can't produce more watertight."
Well?
Hearing this, Black Fantasy could have a look of surprise in his eyes.
100 kg!?
You should know that for the Feng Ling tribe, this kind of thing is like human tears, and it is already a lion's mouth that he wants 1 kilogram. As far as he knows, other wizards only ask for dozens of grams. The Great Witch King of Desperate Shadow actually opened his mouth for 100 kilograms?
He is truly worthy of being the Great Witch King of Despair!
After the surprise, a ray of reverence appeared in my heart.
Hei Huan said coldly, "This is your business. I will give you another three days. If I can't meet my requirements... Humph."
After the gloomy threat, regardless of the anger of the wind spirit, he looked at the team of wind spirits floating in front and continued for granted: "The opera performance yesterday is a bit interesting, let's arrange it for me later."
In the sun, he took out a goblet again, held it up gracefully, and replaced it with a brand new white tablecloth.
"yes."
...
The atmosphere of the elders of the Eternal Tree is becoming increasingly depressing and solemn.
Information from all over the country is constantly gathering.
In addition to the growing desires of the wizards, there is the power information that these wizards have, which is the most urgent thing for the Senate.
Every human wizard has extremely powerful terrifying power!
Only the most elite wind spirit warriors can barely compete with them, and those witch kings and great witch kings have the power to "destroy the world"!
The so-called rotten god also fell for it under the encirclement of these witch kings!
"There is no doubt that the leader of these human wizards is an existence named Capricorn, but judging from the information we have, although he has come to the immortal tree world, he has never officially appeared."
This is a veteran who represents the search and interrogation function. At the solemn and dignified veteran meeting, his voice was calm and tough, and he was unquestionable. During the Hundred Years War, he was the backbone of the Fengling clan.
"In addition, we have already mastered detailed information from the three great witch kings who are on par with him. According to the information from the Rotten Shata United Kingdom that has been submerged in the storm... Each of them has a powerful force comparable to or even over the Rotten God!"
The Senate represents Feng Ling, who is fighting function, and Feng's body is slightly stiff.
He is the most powerful warrior of the Wind Spirit Clan, but his previous veteran fell in the battle of the arrival of the God of Decay, which led to his taking office.
He knew better than anyone about the horror of the decay.
Because the power he possesses is no longer an ordinary power, but a realm called law.
It is like an invisible barrier, dividing creatures with its power into two different categories, the gap between ordinary and gods.
Even the most powerful Feng Ling clan, even if he is the most powerful, he has only barely touched the threshold of the law.
Perhaps in the eyes of those great beings who have mastered the power of the law, the difference between them and those monsters is like a monkey holding a wooden stick and a monkey holding an axe. Under the crushing of the power of the other air fleet, it makes me feel like I can face the illusion of being able to do anything.
But unfortunately, even God who has mastered the law has a more powerful God than him.
Perhaps in the eyes of those who master more powerful laws, the so-called gods in their eyes are just a group of lucky people who have made shoddy luck in mastering the lower laws.
"The appetites of these wizards are becoming increasingly difficult to satisfy."
The Feng Ling veteran who is responsible for resource dispatch functions was originally the most backbone member of the Fantasy Sect among the Feng Ling clan.
But now, he no longer calls human beings by the savior, but directly calls wizards. The disappointment exposed in it is self-evident.
These days, the senator meets almost every three days.
People are used to complaining about all kinds of bad news, but only one veteran is the opposite, that is, the veteran responsible for guarding the functions!
He said excitedly: "There is at least one thing. These wizards did not lie. Those storm ghost crows really helped us sincerely and eliminate the invading remnants of the Moluo. It seems that it will not take long before our immortal tree world can be unified again!"
"If this is not the case, even with us, the people will never be able to believe these saviors anymore, hum..."
Chapter completed!