Huh? Are they all real?

In the faraway place, in the pure white temple.

The only beautiful goddess who reached the end of the pure white road was looking into the distance quietly.

That was the direction of the holy tree.

It was also the land of the elves.

Behind her was her king who had been silent all the time.

It was the only different color in the entire pure white temple.

He was a warrior from the wilderness. Even after becoming the spouse of the pure white goddess, he still used the armor he brought from his hometown.

Lion and gold were the main colors of his armor.

Plus his huge double swords that were almost the same size as a normal person.

Almost just one glance, just his figure could make countless well-known warriors and knights lose their fighting spirit.

"The elves are too strong, and the return of the Eternal King is far beyond my expectations."

The pure white goddess, with her back to her king, expressed her sorrow.

Before this, people had almost no knowledge of elves.

They just subconsciously felt that they should still have some strength, but most of them were just like that.

But now, everyone knows what elves really mean.

The long ears are still the former overlords.

Especially at the moment, the return of the Eternal King is a sign that the elves will undergo earth-shaking changes.

"That ancient king, I, you, and everyone in our country, almost grew up listening to his stories."

"The dead myth has returned to reality from the cemetery."

"I feel very uneasy."

"After all, the elves are too exclusive to us foreigners."

The elves are famous for their xenophobia, so the powerful elves make almost everyone feel uneasy.

For the pure white goddess's narration, her king just listened quietly, just like all the time before.

He knew very well that he only needed to listen.

"So, I must hold the equal, no, I must hold the card that surpasses them!"

"My majesty, we must be ahead of time."

Hearing this, the White King, who had been a silent listener, finally made his own moves.

He stood up from the steps and slowly walked behind his goddess.

In front of his towering body, the pure white goddess, who was already a perfect nine-headed body, was set off like a petite girl.

Noticing the king's approach, the pure white goddess also leaned on him.

"Thank you for always knowing what I need."

The goddess closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth, and suddenly realized more.

She raised her head slightly and said:

"My majesty, are you going over?"

The towering giant just nodded slightly in response.

After a short pause, the pure white goddess also said:

"I understand, it is indeed only you who can make me truly at ease, my king, please bring me victory, as always!"

In the depths of the Seven Hills.

Behind the tightly closed door.

The seal applied to the wellhead has been eroded by more than half of the nameless blood.

And this time, the speed of blood dripping has obviously increased a lot.

A butterfly gently flapping its wings may cause a devastating hurricane.

Not to mention the return of a king? ——

And in the Sacred Tree Forest.

Since the conversation with Roselorian.

Morn has not found anything.

However, Roselorian clearly stated that she hated the Holy Tree.

Because the Holy Tree took her away from her.

Even though everything was going well now.

Moon was still worried.

Moreover, he had no idea how to ease the relationship between the two sides.

Or rather, Moon had a way, but it was too early.

He was only at Sequence 8.

For the only solution he could think of, this was barely the beginning.

Moon finally reaped the fruits of his own actions, and this was just the beginning.

He had not yet tasted the real bitterness.

In his bedroom, Moon seriously thought about the current direction.

First, he needed to use Roselorian's help to advance to Sequence 7.

Then, he needed to find a way to ease the relationship between the Holy Tree and the Shadow, at least so that they would not really fight while he was away.

Finally, he had to speed up and become a god as soon as possible!

Only by becoming a god could he truly take the first step to solve all this.

But becoming a god is really not something that can be done in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Moon sighed deeply.

There will be no problem with his promotion. But how to ease the relationship between the Holy Tree and the Phantom, Moon was a little at a loss.

Thinking about it, Moon saw himself in the mirror.

Slowly, Moon suddenly had an idea.

Should I "die again"! ?

No, no, if I die in front of them again, they will definitely go crazy.

However.

I am the key to the opposition between the Holy Tree and the Phantom, and at the same time, this also means that I can be the bond between the two of them.

Just give them a reason to work together!

Then they can put aside the opposition and choose to work together, at least before solving this problem, they will not think about how to leave only one.

So, I can't die, but I can't continue to live in front of them like this.

'Then! '

Looking at himself in the mirror, Moon slowly stood up.

'I have to be half dead! '

Moen's eyes widened suddenly.

The way to salvation has appeared!

But immediately, a new problem appeared in front of Moen.

The Holy Tree is easy to say, she is definitely willing to help him.

But how can he deceive the shadow? !

And how to create a problem that requires the two goddesses to work together to solve it? !

The moment this idea came up, the huge extraordinary knowledge reserve in Moen's mind gave countless solutions.

But in the end, they were all rejected by him one by one.

The shadow is his deputy, and she is also a real goddess. At the same time, she knows many secrets of the immortals.

Many of the methods he can think of can't stop her at all.

And the method that can definitely stop her.

It's too dangerous.

For example, the monument valley where the eldest sons sleep is the highest mysterious gathering place that Moen can think of in this world.

So many years have passed, even Moen himself is not sure what happened inside.

But Moen remembers that he relied on this to kill the guy Sals.

Even Morn just tricked him into the Monument Valley.

The second generation Lord of Prophecy, Sals, who once served the real eldest son, died there in such an unclear way.

Morn dared not let the shadow be related to the Monument Valley.

He just wanted to pull out the precious development time, not to chase his wife to the crematorium.

So what to do?

While thinking, Morn took out the pocket watch with a flash of inspiration.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, when Morn took out the pocket watch.

Morn seemed to feel that the pocket watch in his hand seemed to be half a beat slower.

It was as if it realized that there might be a bad black pot waiting for it.

Such a discovery made Morn look at the pocket watch carefully.

But after a moment, Morn, who found nothing, could only shake his head.

It might be an illusion, the pocket watch is still the same.

In short, Morn has thought of a very good way-he is going to disappear!

And he has to lead his disappearance to the human alliance!

This is the safest and most reliable way at present.

After all, I am really in the Human Union, and I am only here occasionally.

In this way, even directional divination can provide favorable assistance.

Because I have really lived there for twenty years, I can definitely provide enough mystical guidance.

Even Shadow's spy in the Human Union - Ms. Lily is under my surveillance!

The only question now is, how should I operate?

Why would the dignified Eternal King be "taken" to a foreign land by an unknown force under the care of two goddesses?

After a brief thought, Morn raised his mouth again.

There is a good black pot.

Greenland area!

There is definitely something hidden in that place.

And it is most likely related to this place, even if it is not actually.

Anyway, as long as Ms. Lily finds this place, she and Shadow will notice that this is a strange place that had problems before the crossing began.

And this place is likely to be related to the evil god's road such as the plague path.

Since it is related to the evil god, the disappearance of a king is not too strange, right?

As for the question of whether the end plague has died long ago. That's not a problem. Anyway, the uniqueness of the plague path is still unknown.

So isn't it normal that the evil god of the End Plague revived in a foreign land and reached out to the Eternal King of the adjacent dual paths?

Plague, life, and nature are three adjacent paths.

And as the Eternal King, I am the first in the dual paths of life and nature.

Even if I am not now, I still have a thousand connections with these. The most important thing is that if I am controlled, it is equivalent to having the capital to negotiate with the elves.

Ah, even if it is my own frame-up, the more Morn thinks about it, the more he thinks that if the guy of the End Plague is still alive.

He will probably do this.

"I am so smart!"

Morn, who had a general idea, couldn't help but raise his mouth.

The best thing about this is not only that it can ease the relationship between the two goddesses, so that they can focus their energy and attention on the untouchable but somewhat expected foreign land.

Even if it is really related to the End Plague, it doesn't matter, it's a world away!

And I was not really captured by Him.

I can contact the Holy Tree, the Shadow, and the Golden Flower Lords who can also accept prayers at any time.

Then there is an additional benefit - that is, the elves will do their best to investigate the problem in Greenland.

At that time, no matter here or there, there will be someone to help me investigate this matter.

It's really killing two birds with one stone!

However, this is just a rough idea. If you want to implement it perfectly.

You still have to think about it carefully.

The Holy Tree must be informed, then what about Trapolis?

No, he can be used as a backup means, otherwise, if the Shadow finds out about the problem, it will be troublesome.

In great excitement, Morn tried to call the Holy Tree.

"Yuktrasil!"

However, the Holy Tree did not answer.