Three hundred and sixtieth chapters behind the scenes
Cheng Lin was not too surprised that the Thirteenth Division sent an envoy.
In ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, whenever establishing diplomatic relations, there should always be such a set of procedures, but... considering the time limit of projection, I don't know what step the two civilizations can achieve before everything ends.
The Thirteenth Division probably also knew that time was tight, so there was no delay after entering the projection and ignored all the products in the forest. This may seem a bit reckless, but in fact, this is smart.
Compared with the exploitation of cultivation resources, which are not very large, communicating with an alien civilization is strategically important to any large organization.
Just when Cheng Lin was about to intervene in this matter and was sitting quietly in the Elf Palace, waiting for the envoys from the Thirteenth Division to arrive.
On the other side, there are also many scattered corrections gradually approaching the royal capital.
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"Click."
In the dimly lit forest, a young figure wearing ordinary clothes and carrying a backpack slowly walked through the forest. The sole of his travel shoe broke a withered and dry branch with rolled bark.
"Stop! Take a rest where you are!"
A dark-faced young man at the front of the team suddenly stopped and shouted to the back.
After hearing this, everyone found a clean place to sit down. Several physical monks placed some corpses of monsters tied with nylon nets on the ground.
"A drink of water?"
A casual cultivator took out an unopened bottle of mineral water from his backpack and handed it to the young man wearing a peaked cap with a smile.
The young man raised his head, glanced at him, then forced a smile on his handsome fair face, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you, no need, I have it myself."
With that said, Han Lun also took out a bottle of water with his backhand.
The man shrugged and didn't care, so he sat aside and began to rest.
Unscrewing the bottle cap, Han Lun took a sip of water and looked at the entire team.
There are twenty-three people in this team, which is considered to be a relatively large team of casual cultivators who have entered the projection. The leader is an organization that claims to be a local cultivator force in Shudu, and has seven or eight people under its command.
Among the rest, some are local monks from the capital of Shu, and others came from other places after hearing that there were projections here.
Along the way, he always used special techniques to suppress his cultivation, and his performance was quite satisfactory. After observing it, Han Lun was basically sure that most of the team were ordinary casual cultivators, with only a few core members, but their motives were impure.
"They don't seem to be here for exploration, but more like they are here for a certain purpose. The reason why they brought so many people in is just to muddy the water."
Combining some rumors he found after arriving in the local area, Han Lun made a keen guess.
"There is some movement ahead. Come with me to check it out. Two people will stay here. You...you, stay behind. Is that okay?"
There was a faint sound deep in the forest, and the leader stood up and said.
At the same time, he pointed his finger at two people.
One of them seemed to be a pretty powerful guy in the core team. He was silent along the way, with his face covered, and rarely spoke. The few shots he made were very clean and neat. He probably had a cultivation level of around 2nd level.
He is already considered a strong person in the team.
As for the other one, it happened to be Han Lun.
"I...no problem."
Han Lun sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his head, and saw a face under his peaked cap, with an exaggerated smile on his lips.
Seeing a group of casual cultivators moving forward and gradually disappearing into the dense forest, Han Lun slowly stood up and walked straight towards the masked man.
The other party was sitting cross-legged and meditating. When he saw him coming, his eyes flashed with two electric lights, spiritual energy surged around him, and electric sparks crackled, "What do you want to do?"
Han Lun smiled, and with a brush in his hand, a crystal clear dagger appeared: "I want to talk to you."
"You really have a problem!" The masked man snorted coldly, unfolded his second-grade cultivation, and said with a ferocious smile: "It's a pity that you chose the wrong person to talk to!"
"Really?"
Han Lun held the dagger in his right hand and trimmed the fingernails of his left hand with the sharp edge. His tone was indifferent and cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, the third-level peak cultivation exploded, causing the masked man's expression to change.
He wanted to struggle, but suddenly found that the green land under his feet had turned into quicksand at some point, and his legs were sinking downwards, "You... you... who are you?"
Han Lun sneered, threw out the dagger, and penetrated the masked man's right hand that secretly drew the gun. His tone was like the cold wind in midwinter, biting the bones: "First Division, Han Lun!"
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Somewhere in the Elf Forest.
A team of men in black hide quietly in the shadow of the trees.
Different from the messy casual cultivators, they wear uniform clothing similar to night clothes and are very disciplined. They do not need to be in close contact. As long as they are seen from a distance, you can clearly detect the difference between them and other casual cultivators.
At this moment, the leader of the team stood at the front, holding a telescope in his hand and placing it against his eye socket, looking into the distance.
In the lens, it was a vehicle traveling alone, escorted by the Elf Guards, or under surveillance. The red flag of the Xia Kingdom was fluttering on the roof of the vehicle, and it was driving quickly along the branches of the World Tree towards the center of the floating land.
"The envoys have set off."
Putting down the binoculars, the leader heard the deputy beside him say.
The other party also just put down the telescope.
"Yes, they have set off, it's time for us to set off too." The leading man sighed and said with some melancholy.
"Go to Fulu Center?"
"Otherwise? Where else can we go?" The leader looked at the deputy next to him with an idiot look, and then said in a tired and helpless voice, "The envoys of the Thirteenth Division have set off. As expected, they are going to
Visiting the kings of elves, the order you and I received is to muddy the waters so that the Thirteenth Division cannot succeed. The bigger the trouble, the better. Now it seems that if we can destroy the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two parties, we should probably be able to make the
Are you satisfied with helping the gringo?"
"Destroy diplomacy? What do you mean..."
The leader threw the binoculars to his subordinates casually, as if he felt that the wind was too strong and too cold. He stretched out his hands and tightened his collar. He was silent for a few seconds. There was a hint of cunning and ruthlessness in his eyes that seemed to always be filled with tiredness.
"There are so many strong people in the Thirteenth Division that we can't afford to offend. The situation with the elves is unknown, but according to observations, there are also a lot of strong people. The casual cultivators we encouraged to come in can only slightly affect the energy of the Thirteenth Division at most.
, but it can’t be put to great use, just with our people... After thinking about it, we can probably only start with this envoy group."
"oh?"
"Get ready, follow up, and look for opportunities to kill the envoys. If you can, it's best to blame the elves. It doesn't matter if you can't. I don't believe it. The envoys disappeared in the elves' territory, and the guys from the Thirteenth Division are still there.
How can we calmly establish diplomatic relations? Even if they want to, the pressure of public opinion will be enough to give them a headache!"
With that said, the leader was about to give the order to set off, when suddenly he seemed to sense something, and his eyes immediately changed!
Like an eagle.
Turning his head to look somewhere in the dense forest, the five fingers of his right hand suddenly opened like claws.
Roads of pitch-black turbid air spurted out from the fingertips, and five strands of black air entangled and circled with each other, becoming tangled together and falling in that direction in an instant!
"puff!"
The turbid gas spurted out and then exploded. Where it was covered, the trees withered, as if corroded by strong acid, and countless small black holes were dissolved, becoming incomplete.
The dense branches and leaves were "burned" to death and turned into debris, flying and scattering one after another.
And under this strange corrosion.
A looming shadow hidden in the dense forest suddenly flickered and disappeared!