The main source of energy for the Destroyer of the Sky is indeed the star vein furnace related to astrology. However, that thing has nothing to do with the quiet moon for one cent. In addition, even if there is a problem, there are two ether furnaces as backups, so Xiwei is not worried at all about the impact of the bleak moon two days later on on the magic destroyer.

Compared to this, he has more interesting aspects.

"You have seen the Dark Moon twice? Then, if you add this time, you are at least three thousand years old, right?"

He walked to the window, looked at the giant dragon outside the window, and said with some playfulness: "If it weren't for those ancient or ancient dragon monsters, the three thousand-year-old gem dragon was already on the verge of twilight. Logically speaking, my Dragon Sage Alliance would not have summoned a guy like you, right?"

More importantly, Xiwei didn't say it, but his tone was already very obvious: Is the dragon on the verge of twilight as weak as you...

The twilight period is the stage when the dragon tribe moves towards death. After entering the twilight period, all the functions of their bodies will begin to decline. During this period, the dragon will reduce its activities and no longer respond to any summons, living alone until death. This stage is very short, almost generally less than ten years, and compared with the long life of the dragon tribe, it is like a snap of its fingers.

The period of twilight is much longer, usually hundreds of years, and this period is also the most powerful moment in the dragon's life.

Although the combat power of the sapphire dragon is not high among all types of dragons, as purebred gem dragons, they should also have powers that ordinary creatures cannot reach. However, the power it showed in front of Xiwei before was only the level of an ordinary adult dragon...

"It's my business whether to respond to the call or not, it has nothing to do with you, the rude human."

The sapphire dragon sniffed and said proudly with his head held high.

"Okay, then I'll change the question."

Sivi didn't think much about this issue, and immediately followed the dragon's words and turned to another question: "Since you have lived for so long, do you know what was related to the elves and 222 days or simply the number 222?"

However, after asking, Xiwei realized that this question was meaningless - the sapphire dragon has always lived in underground crypts or caves on the coast, and should have no major intersection with the elves who lived in the forest for generations. How could they know what big things happened to the elves?

"Know."

"Look, it's true......Huh huh?!"

Everyone looked at the giant dragon.

The sapphire dragon looked around them, then stretched out his claws and twisted the claws very humanely. The hard fingertips drew out a few sparks like flints: "If you double the reward, it's okay to tell you."

““…””

How to say it, it is a very realistic dragon...

——Arc Tribe? Temporary Terminal—

"How are the injured members of the tribe?"

Seeing the vines at Winterra open the door into the room, Sivi asked first.

“It’s almost recovered.”

Winter looked quite emotional: "I won't talk about Miss Frey's Holy Light Magic. I didn't expect that the little guy Yike was so proficient in recovery-like natural magic..."

The druids have more time to survive alone, and of course they are better at healing than you guys who are in a group. Sivi added casually in his heart, nodding without showing any expression on his face, indicating that he already understood.

While the two were chatting, Frey also opened the vine that served as the curtain and walked in. The girl's face was a little tired. It seemed that she had spent a lot of energy to comfort the frightened elves and treat them.

In addition to the three of them, there were many elves with different expressions in the room this time, as well as an old elves who looked like mummies and had a little shriveled look.

They are the highest administrative authority of the elves and the elders of the Moon Tower. And that shriveled old man is the most noble, said to be over 700 years old, and among the elves, he is also considered a long-lived elder.

"Since you've all been here, you can start the discussion."

Siwei spread the parchment in his hand on the wooden table covered with annual rings in front of him.

"I won't go around with you anymore, just talk. What we are facing this time is a very difficult situation."

Following Sivi's statement, Winter also translated what Sivi said to the elders present word by word.

Just as Xi Wei had previously guessed based on the system's scammers, the main cause of this incident has to be attributed to the war between gods and demons in the last era.

At that time, the elves used it to reproduce and live, not the moon tree, but a world tree with a canopy that could cover nearly half of the ancient forests.

The fruit of this World Tree, which is regarded as a treasure by the elves, can produce elves, leaves can write scrolls, branches can make magic wands, bark is a precious material for alchemy, and the sap flowing inside the World Tree is more effective than holy water, and can purify all things.

After the arrival of the Demon King, in the early stage of the war, without the heavenly world intervening, the resistance army formed by the alliance of humans and elves achieved a series of results after arduous battles and countless sacrifices. The one that made them most excited was the brave man of the elves cut off the arm of the Lord of the Plague.

However, the two most troublesome characteristics of the Lord of Plague - "contagious" and "immortality" make the elves troubled how to deal with this arm that has been resisting.

Perhaps it was because before this, the effect of the World Tree Sap never failed, which gave the elves a blind sense of trust in it. The proposal proposed by an elf elder to "bury his arms inside the World Tree and purify it with the continuous stream of saps" actually gained most of the approval.

The final result was naturally that the world tree was infected by the arm of the Lord of Plague. After 222 days, it turned from the original elf tree into an evil tree that began to spread death.

Fortunately, the few elves who opposed the nonsense proposal had already used similar grafting methods to create a moon tree that could continue to produce elves through tender buds when the world tree was not polluted.

After sensing the changes in the ancient forest, the Lord of the Plague began to come from the main battlefield, intending to swallow the world tree that had been polluted by his power to strengthen his own power.

In order not to let the Lord of the Plague succeed, the elves of that era had to cry in their eyes, gather all the power of the elves, and sealed the world tree that they had originally worshipped as mothers on the quiet moon hanging high in the night sky.
Chapter completed!