Under the bright moonlight.

The bustling city scene was like a scroll, clearly occupying the vision. At this moment, Brian could not hide his inner surprise no matter what.

Since he had explored the Tower of Wind Song and learned where the crazy Ogasla was hiding, he had come to the outer area of ​​Mis Zorno and tried to learn from the specific location of Everiska from the elves expeditionary force.

However, what made him feel incredible was that at this moment, Mis Zhuono had long been completely renewed, like a new city.

Brian stood on a platform built on an ancient oak tree, overlooking the elves capital that was restored by the elves wizard through magic.

A dazzling purple magic halo gushed out from the ground, as if rows of lamp pillars were lit up, completely illuminating the slightly empty elf capital. The light columns shone on the mirror-smooth dome, and then refracted in all directions, causing the entire city to float with purple light.

The street view of this city, completely shrouded in a magical atmosphere, is incredibly bright. Several ancient oak trees are straight into the sky. The base of the oak tree is made of pure white rocks. A neon-like violet halo surrounded by the slightly floating branches and leaves of the oak tree, making people feel like they have entered a dreamy state that combines nature and magic.

Even the various strange flowers and plants blooming in the garden emitted a burst of rich fragrance of nature, which made Brian almost dizzy, or, what made this feeling was a strong magical pulsation in the air here.

From this we can see how successful the Elf Expeditionary Force from Yongju Island was.

They conquered Mess Zorno, cleared all the strongholds of the Demonic Elves and many Drow Elves family in the ruins, defeated the army of the Dark Trade Network, and completely destroyed their base camp Santiel Fort on the Moon Sea, so that Bozor, a voter of the Dark Monarch Bann, had to lead the remaining power to retreat to the Raven Fortress north of the Dragon Ridge Mountains.

The victorious elves expeditionary army not only rebuilt the ruins of Mis Zhuono, but also the Mis Locks that once guarded the city were gradually restored one by one.

Let this glorious city full of artistic beauty be as dazzling and beautiful as a gem on a necklace.

Just then, a slight sound of footsteps came from behind Brian.

The voice of the visitor's speech sounded at the right time, and it should be a nearby elf guard. He said respectfully: "His Excellency Brian, the celebration has begun."

"I get it." Brian nodded slightly, and the elf guard tried to leave.

This so-called celebration refers naturally to the revival and reconstruction of Mis Zhuono from Yongju Island.

Although Brian did not participate directly in this operation, and even did not participate in the most intense battle against Santiel Fort, the base of the Dark Trade Network, during his exploration of the Tower of Wind Song, he helped the elves clean up many demon elves and wandering devils, as well as the black blood people who believed in the hunting god Mara and were rooted here.

So for the elves, Brian's unintentional actions also brought great help to the elves to rebuild Mis Zorno.

Of course, even if he did not clear out these monsters, he could still gain their respect.

Because in this operation, in addition to the elves of Yongju Island and Cormanso, the valley and the Kingdom of Cormier also sent reinforcements.

As the Duke of the Kingdom of Cormier, even if Cormanso is a proud elf, he dare not underestimate his identity as a middle-class legend.

Brian naturally couldn't be interested in the celebrations held by the elves.

He just looked from a distance and left quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

The entire celebration is nothing more than the ceremonial deceased and the elves who were killed when Mess Zhuono was destroyed, because they were unable to throw themselves into the arms of the elf Lord Kerrellon Larisian, and they turned into ghosts and stayed in the world.

Then there are words of encouragement, the so-called deceased has passed away, and the living should live optimistically.

When the last part of the celebration began, Brian just looked at the graceful figures of the female elves dancing gracefully and left the singing and dancing party.

The reason why he stayed here was mainly because Mis Zorno's champion Ilsey Vili promised him that the next day, he would arrange for him to take him to Everiska.

Brian returned to the tree house hanging above the tall oak trees, and sat alone in front of the window. The dark black sky was cut into pieces by the naturally formed window edges of the oak trees, and stars scattered around the bright crescent moon, just like the rippling golden glow that appeared on the lake under the sunset.

I have to say that Mis Zhuono's night is beautiful and quiet, and it is simply unbearable to breathe.

This made Brian wonder what kind of beautiful scenery would it be if the Enoak Desert had ushered in the lush and green day, and he stood on the floating city and overlooked the land of the Arcane Empire.

Thinking of this, he looked into the distance.

Sure enough, I saw it.

In the shadows shrouded by huge maple trees and oak trees outside the city of Mess Zhuono, countless hazy and glowing elves wandered unconsciously in the forest, constantly repeating their actions during their lifetime.

"They will be redeemed, and one day the people of Avando will return to the arms of the gods Sidrien."

A pleasant female voice came into the room without any warning and smiled: "I wonder what the Duke of the Guardian of the Kingdom of Cormier is thinking when he looks at these ghosts?"

Brian looked in the voice, and a slender figure turned his back to him and appeared in his sight.

Although it was just a back, the beautiful curves that were too close to the upper body were unconsciously attracted by his gaze from his flexible and plump shoulders, which meandered straight to his slender waist.

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"Looking at these homeless elves, I think at least they have a chance to salvation, and the innocent people of the Naseril period would not be so lucky. If one day, when the Enoak Desert is restored to a verdant plain and forest that is suitable for living, I wonder how many people will remember how many Naseril's bones were buried on this land. What do you think, Ms. Slinsi?"

The mysterious magic goddess voter, who suddenly appeared in his room, really surprised him a little, and he couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of the other party came here.

Moreover, from Slinxi's words just now, Brian guessed that the other party might have found a way to redeemed the elf ghost, that is, how to quickly grow and sprout the seed of the soul tree that the Queen of Yongju Island gave to Ilsey Vili.

If this is true, then the purpose of her coming here will be a bit intriguing.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Brian was still a sentimental person." Ms. Slinch turned around gracefully, her eyes were bright like gold foil, but her smile was a little cold. "This made me wonder, what exactly is your goal?"

Brian couldn't help but look at Ms. Slinchy who was walking over.

When they met the Magic Net Realm, they often had a soft smile and a gentle face, compared to Silinxi, the magic goddess voter at this moment seemed to have become a different person.

Her facial features are dignified and beautiful, like an ancient beauty in the book. Her long sapphire hair was carefully curled up, which made her look a bit like an iceberg beauty, and she had a bit of a cold-eyed temperament.

But what surprised Brian was that her sexy clothes had nothing to do with the cold and dignity.

Of course, Slinxi's outfit in the Magic Net Realm is also very sexy.

Brian can still remember her at that time in a deep impression.

Especially, it only wraps under the round and firm breastplate, and the flat and tight abdomen, the eye-catching vest line outlines, making the slender waist feel an inner sense of power and explosive power.

At this moment, Silinxi took off her sexy breastplate that she usually likes and changed into a violet robe with a special style.

The collar of the robe is very low, and you can clearly see the proudly large peaks, wrapped in the ultra-thin black gauze inside, revealing faint white skin, delicate and silky, with an attractive luster.

The hem was boldly slit to the buttocks, and the white and slender legs were displayed generously.

Even though Silinxi was cold and stern at this time, her sexy outfit that perfectly showed her figure still added a bit of feminine beauty.

"Ms. Slinchy, your clothes today make you look more beautiful than usual." Brian, who recovered from a brief loss of consciousness, did not answer her questions, but instead joked: "I have to admit that it is also a pleasant thing to wear clothes that show your charm occasionally."

"It's so rare, is this just showing charm?"

Silinxi leaned against the table and chair with her hands in her arms, looked at Brian disdainfully, and said, "In the past, Mis Zhuono, there are more elf witches who are more coquettish than I wear."

As if she recalled something sad, she sighed silently, looking directly at Brian with beautiful golden eyes and said, "It is not a gentleman's purpose to distract the lady's question. Do you think so, Mr. Brian?"

"I have never claimed to be a gentleman." Brian looked at her, and then deliberately looked back and forth with unscrupulous eyes.

The female elf's hair was bathed in the soft blue moonlight and magical stars, making her beautiful shoulders seem to be covered with silver luster. He smiled indifferently, "Just seeing Ms. Silinxi's stunning appearance, any normal man would feel it."

"Since you asked directly, what do I have to hide? Besides, this is not a secret worth hiding." He said in an indifferent tone:

"As a descendant of Neseril, my goal is naturally to recast the glory of the Arcane Empire and turn the vast Enoak Desert into a verdant green field, that's all."

That being said, the casual expression on Brian's face clearly felt that it was more like perfunctory words.

"Great ideal." Slinxi nodded slightly, and his expression of serious evaluation obviously did not think that Brian's words were perfunctory.

She held the pair of weapons and right elbow with her left hand, and her other hand slightly lit her white lotus petal-like chin, looked at Brian with a deep look, and asked tentatively, "At the beginning, when we were fighting against the ghost prince Rivalan, you didn't get the essence of the thirteen ancient shadows. As far as I know, there is also one-third of the shadow clergy. With your current ability, you might be able to use this power to be a god."

"If we win the confrontation with Miss Lost in the next action, you will also have two-thirds of the shadow clergy in your next action." She said in a stunning manner:

"At that time, you can use the power of the Shadow Clergy to let Goddess Mistera help you get involved in the Shadow Demon Website of Miss Lost. If the Gods are successful, it will not be a natural thing to restore the Enoch Desert. Otherwise, why did the Supreme King Terramante choose to be loyal to Ms. Lost? Isn't it just that she wants to use her power to achieve her goals."

As if he had thought of something interesting, Silinxi chuckled again:

"If you really succeed in becoming a god, don't forget me. How about you let me be your voter at that time?"

Demonic?!

Brian was really shocked by Slinch's words. Unexpectedly, she could consider this problem that she had never even thought about.

This made him realize immediately that if what Srinxi said was true, it would not be impossible for him to rely on one-third of the shadow clergy in his hand to enthrone the gods, and then use the help of the magic goddess to get involved in the Shadow Magic Network.

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But this was not Brian's choice. If he had really planned to take the path of becoming a god, he would not have chosen to give the divine power in his body to Fairy Mizuze Silvali.

Brian looked at Silinxi vigilantly. Although the other party had a cold expression of being a stranger, he noticed the flash of tension in his bright golden eyes, as if no matter what choice he made, it had a profound impact on her.

He shook his head and said in an unprecedented calm tone:

"The enthronement of God is not attractive to me. Although the gods have powerful powers that transcend mortals, in my opinion, such power is not a power that ordinary people will never reach without the help of the enthronement of God."

When he said this, he couldn't help but recall the Iolham who had completely cut off contact with Naserel. The other party might have already discovered how to improve again after reaching the advanced legend.

"Don't underestimate God, Brian, the power of the gods is not as simple as you see." Slinxi shook his head slightly and said solemnly, "Do you think that by killing one of the Thirteen Ancient Shadows and the Ghost Prince who has obtained one-third of the Shadow Clergy, you can evaluate the power of the gods by yourself?"

"No!" she said, "The fundamental reason why you can win is to rely on the power of Goddess Mistera. Only gods can deal with gods. This is not a false statement. It is still in the main material world where divine power is severely restricted. If it is in the outer plane, even a demigod, killing you will be as simple as crushing an ant."

"Of course I know." Brian nodded indifferently, turned around and looked at the deep starry sky outside the window, and said calmly:

"But you have to know that when the flock moves as a whole, the sheep in the middle will never be able to figure out the situation and can only follow them. Only the sheep on the edge can see the surrounding situation clearly. However, the sheep on the edge is very dangerous and can easily be eaten by wild animals. Therefore, only those on the edge of danger can see the real situation of the world."

"Nevertheless," Slinxi retorted:

"The sheep on the edge will still try to squeeze into the depths of the flock while walking, because everyone is willing to blindly follow. After all, the safest thing in the world is to let themselves disappear from the majority, as if they are like others, they will appear sociable and safe. This is a characteristic of all species."

"Including the gods?" Brian turned around, looked straight into Slinch's golden eyes, and asked in a slow and firm tone.

"I admit that you have a high vision and strong strength, and your growth rate is even a bit sensational, Brian."

Facing Bryan's amazing quotes, Slinxi still remained unchanged and sighed softly:

"Perhaps, you can really reach the level you want. But even if you really reach that level, so what? You are always a mortal. No matter how strong you are and how long you live, you still have to follow the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness and death. The gods are immortal. Even if thousands of years of time are not much to the gods. As long as there is faith, you will still have a chance to resurrection even if you are destroyed many times. In this way, even if you surpass God, what does it mean? Although the meteor is bright, its light is only for a moment, and the glory of the stars is with eternity."
To be continued...