Netheril Glory Chapter 1318: Palace and projection

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This is a city nestled in a forest. The verdant trees shade the bright sunlight. The quiet early morning seems to be able to hear the whispers of insects, and the humid air seems to speak of peace and tranquility.

It is different from most cities in that at this moment there is a semicircular lilac magic shield covering the entire city’s sky, although the hazy halo that slowly flows with the energy flow seems to be in Telling a mysterious and beautiful atmosphere, but in fact the existence of this city undoubtedly represents the deepest tragedy belonging to a race.

Yes, here is the Eternal Forest. This city shrouded in the Divine Divine Sky is the Elven King’s Court in the Everlasting Forest... or this is a world very different from the former Elven King’s Court, because in today’s world The elves' laughter and laughter have long been absent from the city, and only a piece of ubiquitous despair and sorrow remains on this land.

Perhaps in a sense, the elven race of the Faerun plane has reached the edge of destruction, after all, the sudden outbreak of the plague in the eternal forest can’t continue to spread. There is no meaning to be stopped. More than 90% of them The elves have already lost their lives because of the terrible epidemic of "legends from "destroying whispers". The other elves who have survived are also destined to only endure the life of fear in the shelter of a divine sky. They trust the most. High priest "Aikal" is almost the only savior of these remaining elves.

Undoubtedly, in the eyes of the remaining elves, their Mr. Aikal is indeed an uncompromising "kind camp professional", know that the "pious" lord is a **** of life High priest, he is the most pious believer in the goddess. He possesses the power of the lunar moon level and masters many powerful divine arts. It is said that even a long time ago, Ms. Seciona clearly stated that Ekal was " "The most trustworthy" powerful elf, such a legend can solve the unscrupulous "little plague" sooner or later, right?

Hope in desperation is really too important. The survivors who shrank in the court of the elves believe that their high priest is running for the salvation of the elves of the entire Faerun plane, and their goddess of life is still Will spread the glory of goodness to the entire eternal forest.

They believe that a conspiracy derived from evil will extinguish the dust, just like the darkness of night will be completely counted by the glory of Mira and Chicasa.

But.........

The facts and most people’s imagination do not seem to be the same, because while the few millions of elves who are still working hard to pray and find a way to solve the plague, they obviously have no trust in the "pious" lord As they imagined, "exhausted all thoughts" to find a way out for the elven king's court.

In fact, at this moment, Aikal not only did not "exhaust all his thoughts" as most people imagined, he also sat on the table of an empty and splendid palace and enjoyed a delicious fruit pie.

Mr. "Call of Life", who is leisurely, comfortable, confident, and full of success, is like a young king tasting his breakfast. However, compared to the hustle and bustle of ordinary palaces, there are no waiters in his hall. There is only the golden floor engraved with static patterns and the gemstones on the ceiling. The only one here is... The holy priest in white robe and a man in black robe...mysterious guest.

Among the fragrance of the fruit pie, the early morning atmosphere is really quiet.

"Don’t you try the home-cooked food that has just been released? Mr. Bai Ye, although the newly hired chef is still just a young girl, but her skill in making fruit pie is really remarkable, I personally think it is still Very flavorful."

Controlling the divine power, a hot fruit pie was placed in front of the black robe man opposite the dining table. The smiling aristocratic etiquette shown by Aikal was meticulous.

It must be admitted that this fruit pie looks really delicious. The hot jam is mixed with the pulp. The sweet and sour plums alleviate the trouble of pure sweetness, and the delicate shape The round pie pie is fragrant and sculpted with delicate drawings.

It’s just that the expressionless black robe guests don’t seem to have the leisure to taste the food. They haven’t waited until the slow and floating fruit pie approached themselves. The so-called "hometown food" has been pushed by the thrust of magic. Pushed aside.

Obviously, the man in the black robe sitting at the table and staring at the priesthood is the Punk...projection from the Hatak Plains.

"I don't need anyone to help me change my surname, Mr. Aikal, and is the surname of Baiye not removed from the records of the elven king's court?"

"It used to be ~IndoMTL.com~ But then I restored it. Although there is no precedent for removing the surname from the Elven King's Court, the rule is that the dead are alive, right? I think those Too old and rigid "rules" should have been abandoned by the times, so I have restored the surnames for you and your family and your mother."

"Oh, got it."

"........."

Chat is never easy, and it’s even harder to find a suitable topic. For example, now, with Punk’s very casual word “Oh, I got it”, the atmosphere in the grand palace Immediately became embarrassed.

Isn't it **** dead?

"Okay, it seems that you really don’t care about your surname, alas, I’m really superfluous. Next, let’s talk about the business, then please ask Mr. Destruction Whisper to come and visit it below What is the purpose? Is it to trade magic resources?"

Seeing that the caster really doesn’t care what family and surname, and the somewhat helpless "pious person" is really no way, but fortunately, the thing that can be worth the projection of an "evil mage" is still quite limited. of. Therefore, Alcal can understand the reason why Punk visits itself without much thought-it must be that the other party does not know where to get the magical resources. This is the magic resource that wants to trade the goddess of life.

Talking about business is like talking about business. At this time, it is no longer fun to play emotional cards with your hometown or family, not to mention that the Lord of Life at this moment is really suspicious of the "collaborator" in front of you. It is really as sentimental and absolutely cold-blooded as the outside world rumored, so.........

The next negotiation looks destined to be a non-moisturizing interest confrontation.

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