Chapter 867

As night fell, the meaning of the name "fog moon court" was really displayed in front of the dark haired wizard.

The tide recedes, and the calm sea is full of overturned droplets and waves; The silver moon is hanging in the sky, and the midnight when the floating clouds are dispersed is quiet, comfortable and clear.

The light water vapor in the daytime steams up at night and turns into a girl's close gauze, which is transparent but not exposed; The water mist condenses but does not disperse, which brings the fragrance of flowers and leaves in the secluded forest, and also shrouds in the air of the fog moon court.

There was no torch in the fog moon court surrounded by the tree house; But almost every "street" is separated by a distance, there is a tree gathered by fireflies; The faint light is like stars, which decorates this "Tulle" with bright pearls and jade.

Light wind waves, rolling the fragrance of flowers between Pearl yarns; The cloudless night reflects the bright moon pouring silver.

This is what can be seen in any town, fortress or country. There is no need to outline the thrush and rouge, just like the beauty of natural tranquility.

Suffocating.

Looking at the deep midnight coast in the distance, the black haired wizard felt the peace at the moment, and then slowly turned his eyes to the cloud canopy tree in the center of the settlement.

Early tomorrow morning, Luca will report the situation of the imperial mission to the Elven elders gathered in the fog moon court from all directions of the ancient wood forest.

The fastest distance from the morning star forest to the fog moon court is four days, which means that I have four days to collect intelligence, understand the truth behind everything, and find out the reason why the Ancient Wood Forest Elves are so united.

Luca's words made it clear that the elves of the morning star forest - or at least some of them - were very dissatisfied with the current situation.

If you can't stop it, the war will surely start in this ancient forest... No matter who, he must gather the elves of the whole ancient wood forest for an important purpose.

The elves located in the West Sag have only the east to attack.

With a slight sigh, Loren jumped off the branches of the tree house and walked along the "street" of the fog moon court.

There was not much sound, and there was almost no human figure - except for the cloud canopy trees in the center and some dense forests outside, there were not even night patrol guards in the settlement.

In such a large settlement, the lax guard is simply outrageous.

Yes, this is the end of the ancient wood forest. Except for the beasts and elves in the forest, it is impossible for "outsiders" to appear. Extra precautions are very unnecessary. They may not even think of the need for night patrol.

But it's just convenient for yourself.

The cold moonlight slanted on the exit of the alley. The black haired wizard leaning against the wall quietly lurked in the shadow, took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

High level spell, spiritual horizon.

The transparent and invisible ripples, like drops of water dripping into the ancient well, spread to the whole fog moon court with him as the center.

After three years of training, this spell is as skilled as eating and drinking water for black haired wizards.

The most important thing is that there is a mentor Dalton who constantly helps to improve - while maintaining the original level as much as possible and minimizing the escape and residue of void force.

This is not only to alleviate the load brought by the spell itself, but also because the demon hunter is different from the night watchman. Almost all the enemies he faces are monsters corroded by the void; In their eyes, too strong void reaction is almost the same as fighting openly.

Two war dancers with long guns walked through the alley and talked and laughed at the wind from time to time;

In the tree house behind the wall, an elf mother is comforting her child who has just fallen asleep. Next to her is her husband who has been busy on the sea for a day. He will be busy tomorrow. He is so tired that he has already fallen asleep;

On the cloud canopy tree, the elf soldiers guarding the settlement were motionless, and their empty left hand kept touching the oak pendant on their neck, showing a trace of doting in the bottom of their eyes;

Everything, panoramic view, clear and audible.

The fog moon court, which was originally beautiful like a picture scroll, has vitality in an instant.

Ancient wood forest, the elves here, do they really understand what they are going to do next?

Vaguely recalling what Luca said when he came, the black haired wizard couldn't help shaking his head.

The next second, when the two war dancers turned and walked into the alley, his figure had disappeared in the alley.

Under the dim moonlight, the black haired wizard kept leaping along the branches - the settlement of Elves will never lack trees and tree houses of all sizes; Row upon row, surrounded by tree tops and branches, is simply a natural ladder.

In this way, he quickly crossed most of the fog moon court and approached the cloud canopy tree in the center.

As the distance shortened, the number of war dancers patrolling around finally began to increase;

The expressionless black haired wizard kept pace, kept his eyes closed, focused, and guided himself by his spiritual vision.

It is not like "seeing" or "hearing", but pure "feeling" to get.

Walking through the alley, walking through the street, stepping over the eaves... No elf and dancer noticed the figure of the black haired wizard.

Because they didn't see or hear.

Like a living "mime", the fog moon court elves who "cooperate with the black haired Wizard" passed him again and again, and even only two or three steps away recently.

But across a tree wall, they were unaware of it.

The dark haired wizard didn't stop until he was close to the cloud canopy tree.

A war dancer in front blocked the only entrance.

The wary war dancers seemed to feel something. They stared at the alley in front of them from beginning to end.

Lauren, who was hiding in the lane, kept his face unchanged, his curled body was motionless, and his figure completely fitted with the shadow reflected by the branches above his head.

After half a minute, the war dancer shook his head and walked to another alley.

The dark haired wizard remained motionless.

Sure enough... In just more than ten seconds, the war dancer who handled the entrance had turned back and looked at it like a hunter who smelled the prey.

After another full minute, the wary wardancer finally hesitated for a moment before leaving with another returning wardancer patrolling the alley.

Sure enough... Even if we relax, we will remain absolutely vigilant in the most critical area of the settlement; There are not one but two guards at each entrance, one patrolling and one monitoring, and there is no blind area that can not be seen in turn.

But with the blessing of "spiritual horizon", their every move was under the gaze of Loren; Careful walking can avoid their line of sight.

Out of the alley, Loren walked into the cloud canopy tree like a passer-by walking at night.

Climbing up the treetop, the dark haired wizard's mind echoed Luca's previous instructions.

"... although the habits are different, like the morning star forest, the top of the cloud canopy tree is the long house where the elders talk, and the second tree falling house next to it is the place where the distinguished guests rest and stay temporarily..."

"... the Azor spirit in your mouth, whether he is or not, or whether he likes the name, he must be there..."

"... no matter what you want to find, it should be the place you want to go most. If things go well, maybe you can really solve the almost inevitable war in your eyes..."

With a slow breath, Lauren, who frowned slightly, came to the door of the tree house.

Through the gap between the door leaf and the door edge, you can see the layout inside.

The room was small, but exquisite and not empty; On the wall facing the door hung a landscape painting painted on an oak board, decorated with flowers and plants on both sides, and placed several ceramic bottles. The floor was not mud or tree trunks, but carefully paved wooden boards; A long extinguished lampstand was placed on the small tea table next to the bed.

In addition, there is nothing superfluous.

On the bed, a thin and long figure lay on his side, exposing his back to the dark haired wizard, and faintly heard a faint snore.

He slept soundly.

Loren, who picked his eyebrows, gently pressed the "bright silver" behind his waist.

Yes, the other party is asleep now - even if he pretends to sleep and is very wary, Loren has enough assurance to run through his chest at the moment he gets up.

It's not difficult to have a mental calculation without a heart.

As long as you kill him yourself, all things, contradictions and disputes can come to naught - the imperial mission is far away in the morning star forest, and the elves in the fog moon court can't know who did it; Even if conflicts erupt, the spearhead will only point at each other, not the Empire.

Whatever the Azores Kingdom on the other side of the misty sea is planning, it will take at least a year to come and go.

His death can buy at least a year for the Empire and himself.

The only one who knows the truth is the morning star forest... Or Luca; For the safety of Morningstar forest and the whole eastern forest, he will never say it.

Or, rather, that's what he expected.

The death of Azores can give him a chance to change the United concept and idea of ancient wood forest; A war dancer who has been fighting against the invading ogres in the big tree wall for many years, his goal must be to recapture the Yongye forest settlement in the south, not to provoke a war with the Empire to Shenlin castle.

Killing him can't solve the problem, but it can at least eliminate the problem temporarily and strive for a year.

In a year's time, in terms of the current form of the Empire, the dispute between Brandon and Conrad has been less than a year.

At that time, Brandon will control the political core of the heavenly palace, and he and he can boldly complete the reform, suppress the arrogance of the Holy Cross Church, and concentrate all his strength to prepare for the invasion of the Azores Kingdom and the next plan of the "black cross" serlior.

Yes, just kill him.

Just kill him

"Hoo --!"

With a long sigh, the black haired wizard frowned slightly, and his eyes were a little complicated.

Hold the left hand of "liangyin" tightly and release it slowly.

It's not giving up, but I have too little information.

"... if you can't make a decision by your own will, can't independently judge whether something is right or wrong, and can't find the most favorable choice for your position... It can only be said that my apprentice is a loser..."

Mentor Dalton's words were still in my ears.

Today's self is no longer the self of the past, and what they have to do is no longer limited to completing a task or destroying the situation by means of violence.

But to thoroughly understand the truth, rather than blindly complete the task... Because you are no longer someone's chess piece.

No longer used by akhat II, no longer used by anyone... But to distinguish with their own eyes and find the most favorable choice for themselves and the people behind them.

The elf... Must live until the truth is fully understood.

Loren, who made the decision, got up slowly and walked carefully towards the top of the cloud canopy tree.

However, the moment he was ready to leave the tree house

"I'm here. Where are you going so late?"

Cold hair handstand -!

Youran, with some lazy words in the ears of the black haired wizard, is like a voice from hell!

Behind the door... Is the elf.

He's awake?!

Was he aware of his actions, or did Luca lie and deliberately seduce himself?!

In the first half of a second, countless possibilities flashed in the dark haired wizard's mind.

In the second half of a second, he turned quietly and pushed the door open without expression.

The cold moonlight poured in from the window. I could vaguely see the "Azor spirit" sitting idly on the bed and looking at himself calmly.

On the right hand side, lying quietly, was an Azores long knife.

He looked young, at best similar to Luca; His dark brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and his black long sleeved narrow robe made his originally thin body more tall and straight.

"I've always had the habit of going to bed late and tossing and turning. It's hard to sleep." the other party seemed to be explaining for Loren, and whispered, "besides, the midsummer moon in the fog moon court can't see the beautiful scenery at any time."

"Well, this unknown gentleman, obviously not an elf in disguise; excuse me... Is there such a suffocating scene on the midsummer night in your hometown?"

Silence, indescribable silence.

In the inexplicable silence, two people inside and outside the house looked at each other silently.

It was not until the dark haired wizard walked into the room and gently sat down in front of the bed of the "Azor elf" that the tranquility was broken.

"No."

"Then you might as well enjoy the moon with me - this annual midsummer moon is complete only tonight." a happy smile appeared on the Azores' face: "Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Meade, Meade Lai... Ah, just call me Meade."

"Then, Lord Meade," Lauren coughed twice, cleared his throat and hesitated for a moment before he said:

"Are you... Crossing the misty sea and coming here from the court of the eagle king?"

"And you?"

The smiling Meade opened his mouth slowly and looked up at the cold moon in the air. The cold silver light sprinkled on his face:

"Did you come to kill my assassin at the order of the emperor of the sakran Empire?"