The western end of the Witt continent.

The endless sea of ​​forests and towering trees everywhere is the territory of the Holy Elf Empire.

In the Elf Empire, forests and seas are not a special landform, but a common landform.

The country's forest coverage rate is almost 100 percent.

In the deepest part of the forest, there is a giant elven city called Dretangsen, built in the upper middle layer of the forest.

In the Elvish language, "Gerson" is pronounced as blessing, so the name of the capital means "Dretan's mortal blessed place".

It rains a lot in the forest, and it always rains endlessly.

Even on sunny days, the sky is filled with thick clouds, making it difficult to see the endless blue sky.

This day was like usual, another cloudy and sunny day.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~"

Suddenly, a long and powerful roar broke the tranquility of the forest, startling a flock of birds like a dark cloud.

Immediately afterwards, a huge dark green creature with a length and width of more than 20 meters rushed out from a thick "cloud mountain" and swooped down towards a towering tree at least 500 meters high in the forest below.

The giant was moving so fast that thick white vapor even appeared around its body.

At the same time, the giant itself also emitted strands of emerald green light, which not only wrapped its own body, but also merged with the white water vapor to form balls of gorgeous emerald green light mist.

"Huh~~~"

Amid the sound of violent airflow, the giant creature swooped down above the tree canopy, began to slowly slow down, and finally landed on a huge branch with a diameter of more than 15 meters.

As the giant creature became still, the light mist slowly dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the giant creature.

It was a dark green, large lizard with wings.

Oh, no, in the continent of Witt, this should be called a flying dragon, or a green dragon.

It has a ferocious, huge head covered with a pair of sharp rune dragon horns.

Dense, dark green dragon scales that lighten and darken with breathing, with natural runes growing on them.

The muscles bulge all over the body, creating a streamlined body that is visually explosive.

The most peculiar thing is that on the chest of the giant flying dragon, there are two extra rows of huge air holes in the windward position.

As he breathes, his mouth opens and closes, making a whistling sound.

After the green dragon came to a complete stop, it slowly squatted down. The dragon scales on its back bulged like an exploded pine cone, and it retreated to both sides like a living thing. Finally, two elves emerged from it.

It was Brian and Sissi who had been on a diplomatic mission to Veran and the Glorious Empire some time ago.

The two elves jumped off the dragon's back one after another. After landing, Sissi turned around and left with a cold face.

Brian spread his hands helplessly.

He gently patted the green dragon beside him, took out a palm-sized emerald green crystal from his cloth bag and handed it to him.

"Irrelos, thank you very much for your help. This is my reward to you."

The stone floated up automatically and flew into the green dragon's huge mouth. Then the dragon made a deep but gentle human voice.

"Brian, you seem to have upset Sissi."

Brian spread his hands and said, "She is just like that. Even a small matter like a feather can upset her. It's as if the whole world owes her something and has to coax her and give in to her."

"It didn't matter before, but this time it was a serious matter. I was a little tougher in my attitude, so she ignored me."

After saying that, he added: "I guess she won't pay attention to me anymore in the future."

The green dragon Irillos said: "I remember that you liked her very much in the past and tried your best to please her."

"Aren't you going to comfort her?"

"No need, it's better to ignore me, it will save me a lot of time and energy."

The green dragon shook his head and said, "Brian, it seems that you have completely grown up. This makes me very happy."

"But in the long and dull years, we still need to find some fun, and Sissi is a good source of happiness."

"When she's not talking, her beautiful face always makes people happy."

Brian still looked nonchalant: "Yeah, but only when we're not talking."

"Also, in the human world, beauty is the least valuable thing, because humans have developed amazing transformation techniques."

"Those short-lived species are really troublesome." The green dragon shook his head with a look of disdain.

“Okay, let’s not talk about her anymore, I have to report the situation to His Majesty.

The green dragon spread its wings and said, "Goodbye, Brian of the Traudlins family."

Instead of flying away, it folded its wings and walked slowly towards its nest in the trunk of a giant tree, along the green corridor in the sky formed by the huge tree trunks.

After Brian watched it go away, he also walked along the spiral steps on the huge tree trunk towards the higher and denser tree canopy.

Ten minutes later, he arrived in front of a huge tree house.

This tree house is not only large, but also very high, more than 400 meters above the ground. There are a lot of clouds and mists surrounding the tree house, so it is also called the "White Cloud Palace".

The amazing thing is that the tree house was not carved, but was created naturally.

All the furniture, vines, and even the elegant fragrance in the house all grow on trees.

There were no guards at the door of the tree house, only rows of soft branches covered with leaves hanging down.

Brian stood on the circular platform of the tree houses, crossed his hands over his chest, and respectfully performed the erudite salute unique to the sun elves towards the door.

"Good day, Your Majesty Osella."

"Clatter, clatter, clatter."

The branches at the door retreated to both sides like long snakes, making way for the way forward.

A gentle, slightly old voice came from the house: "I'm on the balcony on the second floor, Brian."

Brian was very familiar with the layout of the tree house. He immediately walked to the middle of the house, followed the spiral staircase all the way up, and after passing through the archway, there was a semicircular wooden balcony with a radius of fifteen or sixteen miles.

There is a round table and several benches on the balcony, and above them are dense shade-providing branches, many of which are hung with ripe fruits.

The amazing thing is that although they are from the same branches, the fruits they grow are all colorful and in different shapes.

When Brian arrived, one of the branches moved and handed a juicy melon into his hand.

The melon fell automatically without Bryan having to exert any force.

Brian was thirsty, so he ate it with relish.

At the same time, branches went around behind him, building a temporary small rattan chair on the ground behind him.

"Take a seat, Brian."

One of the benches slowly turned around, revealing a blond old man half lying on it.

The old man's appearance was equivalent to that of a human in his early fifties. There were some wrinkles on his forehead, but his golden hair was still thick, and his pair of blue eyes with gold patterns were still bright.

He was wearing a dark green robe made of a very strange material, like cloth and leaves.

This person is Osella, the sun god of the Holy Elf Empire.

Elves have always had legendary power, but they just haven't had stable legendary power. But the appearance of legendary crystals has made up for this shortcoming.

The reason why he could maintain such a high legendary level without feeling any pressure was naturally because the elves possessed the tenacious soul unique to the immortal species.

The powerful sun god patiently waited for Bryan to finish eating the melon.

"Brian, I see anxiety in your eyes. Is something going wrong?"

Brian nodded slightly and began to report his experiences in the Natural Alliance and the Glorious Empire.

After he finished speaking, he whispered, "Your Majesty, when I left, the young duke was already preparing to be crowned as the co-lord of 'Aaron-Veland'."

"He's a lot tougher than we thought."

Osella's expression did not change, and his tone was calm: "He is indeed an outstanding mortal."

"What does he have to say about the three captured tree warriors?"

Brian shook his head: "I don't know, because I can't visit him."

"Otherwise he will definitely capture me and use me as a political bargaining chip against the Glorious Empire."

"But I am sure that the three tree warriors are alive and not tortured, but their freedom is restricted."

Osella nodded: "It's good to be alive. Just treat it as an experience outside."

He then asked: "Why did the glorious fleet in the Gilded Strait retreat for no reason?"

"It's also unclear, but from some indirect information, it seems that Duke Weilan showed a powerful war weapon to the Glorious Empire, and the latter was not confident in resisting and was forced to retreat."

"A powerful weapon of war?"

Osella's hands clasped on her abdomen flicked lightly, and she sighed, "These short-lived creatures really love to mess around. They always like to come up with something so powerful that even they themselves can't control it."

"Just wait and see. These guys will one day be destroyed by their own creations."

Brian didn't know how to comment on this.

After all, for an elf, he is still quite young at less than a hundred years old.

In terms of time experience, he was far inferior to the elf elder in front of him who had lived and been awake for nearly three thousand years and existed for nearly seven thousand years.

So he asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"Of course, we have to find a way to make these short-lived species return to their original simplicity, so that they don't create something that can't be resolved and make life miserable for everyone."

Osella looked matter-of-fact.

Then he continued, "But the power of the short-lived species is indeed growing rapidly, and there are a lot of them. If we confront them head-on, we will suffer huge losses."

After thinking for a while, he said, "General Buck across the sea is also a restless guy. He likes fighting and has recently developed an army with good combat effectiveness."

"Rest for a few days, then go to the Storm Continent across the way and discuss cooperation with General Buck."

Brian was startled. "Your Majesty, General Buck is restless and cruel and mean. What if he turns around and attacks us?"

Osella grinned and suddenly raised his hand.

A branch immediately responded to his action and placed a strange round plate half the size of his palm in his hand.

"This is the Seal of Truth left by Druitan. It has recently begun to respond to my call."

"Lord of Truth, our clan's patron saint, His Majesty Dritan, told me that he will return soon."

Brian was stunned: "How recent is recent?"

The elves' "recent time" is a very broad concept. One year is considered recent, as are ten years. In some extreme contexts, even a hundred years is considered recent.

Osella thought for a moment and said, "Judging from your Majesty's tone, it should be in the medium to near future, about five to ten years."

"This long journey of five thousand years has greatly improved your strength, wisdom, and knowledge, and has successfully broken through to the ranks of powerful gods."

"Even General Buck's master is no match for Your Majesty."

"So, Buck will honestly carry out the contract unless he wants to die."

This news made Brian happy, as he certainly knew what "powerful god" meant.

This is the classification of power intensity by gods and demons, with each level divided into 3 levels.

They are 'Weak, Weak, Ordinary, Excellent, Powerful, Great, Supreme'.

According to this classification, mortal legends can only reach the top two levels.

For example, Duke Vilan is considered a weak god, and Osella, the sun god in Legend 5, is a weak god.

Of course, the situation of mortals is different from that of gods and demons, so this is an inappropriate analogy.

Dritan was originally a medium-level god with a strength of Legend 10. Now he has broken through to a great god, which means he has a power higher than Legend 12.

In comparison, the master of Demon General Buck, the Devouring Demon King Norma, only has the power of Legend 11, and is only an excellent divine power.

There is a very strict hierarchy between gods and demons, and the weak will never take the initiative to provoke the strong.

But soon a trace of uneasiness emerged.

"Your Majesty has returned to lead us to continue to rule this world?"

Osella nodded: "Yes, this is the Druitan plane, it naturally belongs to Druitan."

"Those short-sighted, short-lived species are nothing more than parasites of the plane. They will eventually be cleared out."

After saying that, he saw that Brian's face did not show ecstasy, but some worry. He was stunned: "Brian, what are you worried about?"

Brian gritted his teeth and spoke out his disrespectful thoughts: "Your Majesty, it has been 5,000 years since Your Majesty left."

"Five thousand years is indeed a long time. I am afraid that Your Majesty today is not the same as Your Majesty in the past."

"So, I'm worried that this may not be a good thing, but may be a disaster."

Gods and demons are essentially non-human void beings that can change roles at any time.

Osella naturally understood, because he had similar thoughts before, and even now he had similar concerns.

But he has figured it out.

"Brian, we don't really have a choice but to accept it."

Osella pointed at herself and then at Brian.

"Your and my bodies and souls were all created by His Majesty. His Majesty has countless ways to control us."

"So, the only way to maintain a trace of our own free will is to completely obey His Majesty."

"After all, the power above Legend 12 is a force that mortals like me can never contend with."

Brian understood and sighed softly, with a look of obedience on his young face: "Your Majesty, I understand."

"very good."

Osella encouraged him, "Work hard, young man. Even a strong man like His Majesty Dritan needs loyal apostles in the mortal world."

"You are a young man of great talent. Druitan has noticed you easily. He will surely give you the highest honor."

(End of this chapter)