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Along the way, rustling sounds came from the bushes on both sides from time to time. Although Werther was looking straight ahead, his keen senses told him that there were hundreds of people lying in ambush in the bushes, and he was clearly hostile towards them. However, he did not care at all. Firstly, he had been invited by Laglass, and at most he would just leave, and Laos would have to chase after him eagerly, hoping that he would become a Yang God with a perfect body. Even if the entire Elven race mobilized, it would still be difficult to win, but escaping was definitely not a dream.

Along the way, the elven buildings he saw were all directly constructed on trees. From time to time, a few elven children would rush out and look at Werther with curiosity. However, Werther did not dare to treat them as children. The long lifespan of the Elves also caused them to have an extremely long childhood. Although these kids were still considered children by the Elves, they might already be over a hundred years old.

After about half an hour, they finally arrived at the heart of the Elven Forest. From the moment he entered the Elven Forest, Werther could feel an extremely powerful life force continuously emitting mysterious undulations. This power was a completely flourishing power, the complete opposite of the destructive power of Necromancers and Underworld Gods. However, Werther also felt that the source of this power was showing signs of exhaustion, just like an old man who was dying late and could lose his precious life at any time. That must be the Ancient Tree of Life, Werther thought.

And when they truly arrived in front of the Ancient Tree of Life, even though Werther had experienced great storms and great waves, he could still be considered very knowledgeable and very mature. However, he was still greatly stimulated by it. In the middle of the forest, a towering tree had risen from the ground. This was a truly towering tree. It was hundreds of meters tall and hundreds of meters thick, and it was covered in green leaves. The green canopy was distinct, and it was divided into two layers. The only thing that could be felt about this tree was its majesty! This was the ancient tree of life that the elves viewed as the mother tree. On the trees, there were countless elven structures with unique styles, with many young elves playing around on them.

The female Elf who was leading them seemed very satisfied with Werther's surprise, as if her pride had been acknowledged by someone else. She said with a smile, "This is the mother tree of our Elven race. Every outsider would be very surprised to see her for the first time." Werther nodded. Suddenly, his body also radiated with extremely dense life energy. The fluctuations that fluctuated from the Tree of Life were exactly the same, only that it seemed stronger and younger. It was the Tree of Life in his body that had automatically reacted when it saw his mother and mother giving birth to him. The female elf looked at Werther in surprise and lost control of her voice. "Such rich life force!" There was no need for her to report. Powerful life fluctuations resonated with the Ancient Life Tree. The huge crown of the tree began to rustle, as if it was saying something.

At the same time, a pool of emerald brilliance appeared above Werther's head. A small but very straight Tree of Life emerged, its crown also swaying, as if responding to his mother's summons. The powerful undulations and resonance of power had already attracted the attention of all the Elves. Many of them stuck their heads out of their houses, looking at Werther and the Tree of Life above his head with half curiosity and half surprise. At this moment, several rays of light fell from the top of the Ancient Life Tree, revealing the figure within.

Of course, these were all elves, and all of them emitted a strong aura, and were all experts. The two people in the lead were Werther's old friends. One of them was the Elven Prince, Laegre. The other was the Elf Elder, Mud. When he saw Werther, a pleasantly surprised smile immediately appeared on his face. "Dear Werther!" You finally came! "Great!" It was clear that his smile had a hint of relief in it. Mud also looked pleasantly surprised. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Sir Roland, after so many years, you have really made us wait!" The elf girl at the side had a face full of astonishment. Not only did this human youth possess great power, he even knew the prince and the elders. This made her feel fortunate. Fortunately, she was not reckless.

Werther smiled. "Your Royal Highness, Great Elder, I am truly sorry. I have been busy with my training ever since we parted, and I have only come as I promised today. Please forgive me." When he said this, Legrass and Mudd looked carefully at his cultivation achievement. It didn't matter if they didn't look, but when they did, they were immediately shocked! Back then, when they broke up, Werther was still a little guy at the level of a Golden Warrior. However, in the short span of a few days, the two of them could no longer see the depth of his cultivation. It had to be known that the two of them were both Saint level experts, and unless they practiced some kind of secret skill or had strength far above their own, they would be able to deceive Saint level experts' perception. Mudd and Laglass looked at each other. Mudd said in a deep voice, "Sir Werther, have you reached that level already?"

Werther, of course, knew that he was referring to the realm of demigod, smiled and said, "That's true. The system of power I cultivate is different from the traditional system of power on the continent. Even so, the two of them still believed that Werther was being modest. Although they could not sense his true level of strength, but his deep and profound aura, as deep as the sea and as profound as the abyss, still made them firmly believe that Werther must have reached the realm of a demigod. It was even possible that he had already begun to attack the realm of gods!

Mu De bowed slightly. This time, he used the traditional etiquette of the elves and the etiquette of welcoming the most esteemed guests. He smiled and said, "I represent the entire elven race and I solemnly welcome you, esteemed Sir Vittloran. "Please come with me. My king is already looking forward to meeting you." Behind him, there were also a few elven elders, some male and some female, some young and some beautiful, some even aged. However, after seeing Mud's attitude, they were first surprised, but then immediately all of them bent down to give Werther their most grand welcome.

Werther accepted it calmly. It was not that he felt that this should have been the case; it was just that the first stage of the Celestial Sect of Wonders' mental cultivation was to train one's mind to be calm like water, to be unflustered and unflustered. Werther's cultivation base had already reached such a high level, so he wasn't affected by external things. Respect or curse, I'll just treat it as a cool breeze brushing past my face. With a thought, Werther first kept the Tree of Life floating above his head, and then, surrounded by the Elf Prince and a bunch of elders, he flew into the Elven palace at the top of the Ancient Tree of Life.

Entering the Elven palace, the decorations were very elegant. The entire palace was formed from the crown of the Ancient Life Tree. Werther had seen a lot. He had seen the City of Dawn, the City of Wargods of the Beast Race, the Lost War God Shrine, the Snow and Ice Shrine of the Northern Frontier, and also the city of Moradin that he had just left. These buildings either had a grand atmosphere or had a unique charm to them. If the most unique one was to be mentioned, it would be the Elf Palace. However, Werther wasn't here to enjoy the beautiful scenery. He gave it a quick glance and stopped, following the crowd to the Elf King's carriage.

Deep within the Elven palace, in a palace brimming with a natural atmosphere, Elf King Charles and his Queen sat on two thrones formed from tree branches and flower leaves, smiling as they looked at Werther. Although Werther was here to help the Elves solve the greatest crisis, he was still here to pay respects to the king, so he couldn't be lacking in etiquette. Thus, both parties exchanged a few words of greetings. Werther secretly sized up the Elf King and Queen. The Elf King was extraordinarily handsome, even as young as his son, Leblass. The Elf Queen also had a dignified face.

Suddenly, the Elf King opened his mouth and said, "This King is extremely grateful that Sir Werther was able to come as per the agreement." Werther said, "Your Majesty, you are being serious. This is something I promised you, so I will definitely do it." Charles was the Elf King, but Werther still called him "Your Majesty" according to human customs. Charles did not correct him and said with a smile, "Being true to your word is a character that every noble hero and hero possesses. Sir Werther, your character is enough to be called a saint." His unintentional sentence later on became the name of a saint whose name would resound throughout the continent. For the next hundreds of thousands of years, the title of "Saint Werther" would be constantly recited and sung.

Werther laughed, then said sternly, "Your Majesty, I just arrived from the Dwarves. Not long ago, the brave Dwarves destroyed the ambitions of the Kaiser Empire to control them. I'm worried that the elves will meet with the same predicament. " Charles' face changed as he said in a low voice, "There's actually such a thing!" Hmph, Adolf, that madman, seems like he can't sit still any longer. He actually wants to fight with the dwarves! "Mud!" Elder Mudd hurriedly bowed and obeyed. The Elf King ordered, "From today onwards, the number of Elf parties patrolling the forest will double! You will be the one to lead the three elders on the journey. If you encounter any suspicious situations, inform us immediately! " Mu De loudly accepted the order, then hastily ran out of the palace and gathered his men.

Under Charles' request, Werther gently told him the story of how the dwarves were at peace and quiet. When it came to the story of the Third Elder colluding with outsiders to scheme for the Dwarf King's position, the Elf King's eyes immediately shone brightly. He slowly swept a glance over his subordinates' faces, and every Elf he came in contact with hurriedly lowered their head, not daring to meet his gaze. After scanning his surroundings, the Elf King's gaze finally landed on Werther's face. He was suddenly stunned. He intentionally wanted to test Werther's character and didn't hide the light in his eyes.

This was an imposing aura that he had cultivated over the centuries as an Elf King. It was not any substantial power, but a frightening might. However, it was sometimes even more admirable than a powerful strength. What he saw instead was Werther's calm face, as well as his gaze that was like a pool of clear blue water. No matter how much pressure he exerted, to Werther, it was merely a breeze, a speck of dust. Charles nodded to himself. Only with such determination could one achieve great things.