Arad's crooked savior

From the White Sea to Chongquan, from Chongquan to Qianhaitian, every piece of soil in the God Realm has traces of the life of the people in the God Realm, and belongs to the living area of ​​human beings.

Even the land of the price of mechanical civilization, because it is on the same continent and close to several large cities of human beings, it is impossible to give it up for nothing and give it to the monsters.

The reconciliation faction represented by He Mo Ni was in trouble when facing this problem. They really couldn't solve the problem of living space, and therefore became one of the reasons for the pro-war faction to mock them.

Are we, the Five Elements Race, going to give up one of the three continents? !

Absurd!

"What are the opinions of the hermits?" Ai Luo looked at his leader He Mo Ni.

The leader's illness has recovered, but the sickly and delicate temperament on her body seems to be born with it. I feel pity for her. She is worthy of being the leader who is known as the most beautiful woman in Chongquan.

He Mo Ni and the navigator are best friends, and they have a close personal relationship. Can we get some information from her?

The hermit is still the top fighting force and will to move forward in the God Realm. The ideas of the navigator can affect many things and influence the will of the God Realm to a certain extent.

He Mo Ni gathered her long skirt to her knees, held the harp, and sat elegantly on a neatly broken wooden stake. Her boots were tightly attached to her curvy calves, and her knees were bare. She joked:

"There is already a sad thick barrier between me and Fulin."

Fulin is the nickname of the navigator. Since the navigator broke through to the realm of the transcendent, as the fourth hermit in the God Realm, she naturally caused a huge sensation and became the headline of the news in various parts of the God Realm. Her popularity remained high.

The secret information about the navigator was also dug out, including her name, age, body data, her several public battle records, her merits to the God Realm... all of which were published in the newspaper, using gorgeous length and words to describe.

The navigator, Ergon, and Kelton did not attend yesterday's meeting, and their attitudes towards the monsters were unknown.

"What are your opinions?" He Mo Ni rested her elbows on her knees, her palms on her cheeks, and looked at the God of Mist and Ye Lin with interest.

She had never seen the God of Mist in the God Realm before, and the reason why she knew his appearance and made accurate guesses came from Lord Ergon's description.

The two most recognizable features of the God of Mist are his youthful appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, and his beautiful and crystal blue hair like the essence of the ocean.

Now there are two big figures in front of them, and the opinions of the God of Mist and the adventurer can also determine the future direction of the God Realm to a certain extent.

The God of Mist used his slender fingers to tease the divine beast Nafu. He was silent for half a minute, and after thinking for a while, he came up with the answer and said:

"I have seen that since the siege war broke out in Mist Mist, there have been monsters everywhere in the God Realm, fighting each other, bleeding, and killing each other, continuing the hatred for more than a thousand years."

"Yes." He Mo Ni nodded slightly, her straw-colored hair gently falling, and sighed:

"According to incomplete statistics from the Wandering Association and the Star Turtle Library, tens of thousands of people have died in the war, including ordinary people, practitioners, and several origin-level masters. This is a tragedy."

Half of the deaths of origin-level masters occurred during the encirclement and suppression of the evil seed, when the dead but not dead earth guardian betrayed and attacked.

The "one" that makes up the word "wan" seems insignificant, as small as a wild grass on the grassland, but behind each "one" is a family tragedy.

I often hear from newspapers and other people that a tragedy happened to someone somewhere. I may feel some sympathy, but after a while, I will forget it completely.

Only when tragedy hits me will I understand that the words of others and the description of one or two sentences in the newspaper are an unbearable weight for a family.

"My opinion is that if there is a perfect way to solve it and reduce the misfortune of more people in the future, I advocate reconciliation with the monsters."

The God of Mist clearly expressed his opinion on the monsters... Ye Lin was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He was a little surprised that the God of Mist gave his attitude directly, but this was a good phenomenon.

It means that the personality of the God of Mist is becoming complete. She can make rational judgments based on her own cognition. It also means that she is still the God of Mist with gentle and kind character and compassion for others.

"Your kindness makes me convinced, and I have more confidence." He Mo Ni stood up and bowed slightly.

Muse, Camilla and others beside him were all confused and in the dark.

Who is she? What special identity does she have? Why does Lord Hemoni respect her so much?

Hemoni smiled and said nothing throughout the whole process, and sat back to her original position to rest.

She was not sure what the current state of the Mist God was, why he was with Ye Lin, and what the "fiancée" just now meant. She always felt that there was a story.

So for the time being, she would be a riddler who was hated by others and maintain a sense of mystery.

"Lord Hemoni, hey, who is she? She is beautiful but strange..." The lively band member Bala came closer and sat next to her leader.

Now even the innocent Mu Ya vaguely noticed the identity of the blue-haired girl.

"You will know." Hemoni took a piece of candy from her pocket, stuffed it into Bala's mouth, and squeezed her eyebrows at her.

"Tell me now." Bala acted coquettishly.

"No~"

Everyone rested for about a quarter of an hour and began to deal with the pollution in Hanxi Valley.

The corpse of the monster was burned and purified, and then He Mo Ni led the arrangement of the purification magic circle studied by Yue Na and Mo Mei.

The light came on, and with the star words sinking into the depths of the earth, the polluted veins of Hanxi Valley regained their spirituality. Ye Lin also took action to restore the environment, and the earth returned to its original appearance. The dry stream continued to nourish life.

"It's a powerful magic circle, and the pollution has been purified." Camilla exclaimed.

"Have you all rested well? We have three things to do next." He Mo Ni drew everyone's attention. She is the leader of Meilun Zhiyun, and naturally shouldered the responsibility of a leader.

"The second thing is that we need to support the second source of ground pollution as soon as possible. The members of Meilun Zhiyun and some of the beasts are monitoring there, but they haven't taken action yet."

"The third thing is to find Largo. He is a natural monster. He will be the key to our reconciliation with the monsters. I will ask Lord Xiaoyu to predict his location."

Everyone present nodded in agreement and approved of He Mo Ni's proposal.

Of the five monsters, Ursula is a fallen monster protector, Yaksha was beheaded, Mahnava was arrested by Ye Lin, and was appointed by Smila to become the second agreed slave. The most mysterious monster is still very mysterious. It was also the one who stole Fend's body and almost ate the soul of Cladis.

"Lord He Mo Ni, what's the first thing?" Muse asked curiously.

"The first thing, of course, is to clean up the battlefield."

The specialty of Hanxi Valley, Han Tie Yinmu, is a spiritual material with wood attributes. It has a wide range of uses. It can be used to make pianos and bows. It is better than ordinary wood and is expensive in the market.

However, since the Cold Stream Valley is close to the Awakening Forest and belongs to the realm of hermits, the number of cold iron silver wood is not too large, so it is a material that is prohibited from being cut down at will, and the annual output is limited.

Now, due to the battle to eliminate the seeds of evil thoughts, many cold iron silver woods have been destroyed, some of which are broken, and most of the materials are still retained and can be recycled.

It costs money to maintain the operation of an organization!

When everyone was recycling the cold iron silver wood, Ye Lin approached the God of Mist. When he hesitated and hadn't spoken yet, he saw her looking back and smiling, looking at him, and whispered:

"What should I say, blame you for turning into the sun without permission and lighting up my whole world?"

Ganzhe was stunned, and it seemed that there was a tingling current running through his body. He didn't raise his hands or put them down, and his feet were slightly raised and put down, as if he was at a loss, and the expression on his face was indescribably "shy".

Xiaoyu made a "tsk tsk" sound. Ganzhe was like this, and he was clearly teased.