Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Those races who don't have the courage to stand on the big stage of the final battlefield can basically be ignored. Even if they have any racial tricks, they can't make waves - they don't even have the courage to face the superiors, and they are not even better than using their brains in fairy tales. The human who has overturned the strongest god species.

For a moment, Rope suddenly felt that Xinke Nierbalen's words stopped.

He opened his blue eyes.

"What's wrong? Is that all the knowledge the elves have?"

"No..." Xinke Nierbalan smiled wryly.

"Sir God, the only remaining ones are the Flügel and the Dragon Spirit who haven't told you. The knowledge stored by these two races is really limited, and what I told you is only some information that everyone knows. No matter who it is. Abante Heim, where Lord Artesu sits, or the Dragon Cave in the Lava Mountains opposite the Roaring Crack, are not places we dare to touch..."

"But you even have detailed records of the fantasy species above the dragon spirit species."

"Because... the fantasy species don't have a leader, and most of them don't act in groups..."

Xinke Nierbalen said in a low voice.

——This is the root cause of the elves dare to break ground on the head of the fantasy.

"Furthermore, Lord God, maybe I'm ignorant... When did the fantasy species surpass the dragon spirit species?"

Xinke Nierbalen asked suspiciously.

"Either of the two dragon kings has the ability to annihilate the fantasy species independently, and even in the long-term records of the god Cainas, when the strongest dragon king "End Dragon" Hatirem [-] years ago did not die, that dragon The fine species also have the ability to kill the gods independently..."

The female elves immediately realized their gaffes and presumptuousness, closed their mouths, and stared nervously at the tyrannical spirits in front of them.

But Rope didn't care about Xinke Nierbalen's little slip of the tongue, he was thinking of other things.

Yes.

The so-called "God of Games" Tettu in the original book ranked the "Sixteen Races" not based on strength, but on the degree of adaptation to elves.

In the war of chaos, the unsorted present, even if the Phantasm is independent of the "Spirit Corridor" and has a high status, but purely in terms of racial combat power, it is not "the first race under the gods".

Otherwise they wouldn't have been intended to be used as nuclear weapons by the elves.

Skipping these little common sense-level intelligence, Rope asked again.

"Did you just say "two dragon kings"? "

"Yes, "Dragon" Regin Levi. "Yanlong" Aaron Leif.The two Dragon Kings were both in the Dragon Cave and did not move. "

"Haven't you heard of the conflict between the Ex-Machina and the Dragon Spirit?"

"Those unintentional iron lumps?...Cough, so far, I haven't heard the conflict between the Ex-Machina and the Dragon Essence..."

In other words, the war between the Ex-Machina and the "Yanlong" Yaronlev has not yet begun, and the so-called "fairy tale" has not begun...

No, it may not only be that the plot has not started, but the era I am in may have to move forward even more...

Basically, I got the information I wanted, and I couldn't ask any more questions. Rope didn't plan to stay anymore, and stood up from the seat woven by green grass.

The superiors are standing, and the inferiors of course cannot sit.

Xinke Nierbalen stood there with his head bowed, and did not do anything out of the ordinary.

"Pleasant exchange. Miss Hinco Nierbalien."

"It is my great honor to be called "Miss" by you..."

Xinke Nierbalen said.

"Are you leaving now? It's a pity, aside from your most expensive status, it's really a pleasure to communicate with you. If I didn't dare to disturb your itinerary, I really want to follow Kai The teaching of the god Nas, I will invite you to the capital for a banquet..."

"Haha."

No matter how true the words are, the most important thing is to sound good.

"Forest elves, a civilization built on nature and magic... It is indeed a good race."

Rope walked past Xinke Nierbalen and whispered in her ear.

"Do you sometimes feel that it is a pity for such a race to serve the god of nature who doesn't even show up when the "leader" encounters such a crisis...? "

Xinke Nierbalian's expression changed instantly.

But she still managed to keep her smile on.

"...I don't understand what you said. God Kainas is the creator of the elves that we serve. Of course, God Kainas has his own thinking about this approach. This is not a humble me. I can figure it out.”

"Yeah, haha."

Rope smiled and walked past the elf female and waved his hand.

"Then take it as if I mention it casually."

Bowing to send the gods away, the forest spirits let out a long sigh.

...how could you be content.

If the big leader of the goblin species encounters such a situation, the "God of Forging" Orkan will definitely not be stingy with his own strength, and come forward to save his most beloved child... That skunk was not only on the battlefield in the past. Once shouted their "Old Master" name, and then slashed with a spirit costume...

But when it comes to me... Kainas...

Originally, he didn't have much respect for his creator, but after this crisis of the gods, Xinke Nierbalen hated Kainas even more in his heart.

The gods and fantasy species left one after another, and the elf fleet regained its vitality. Hua Guanqing and the admiral of the Wang Ye fleet commanded the fleet and flew towards the capital of the elf.And the news of "the birth of a new god species", whether strategically or otherwise, will inevitably spread through the mouth of the elves, selling fear to other races.