Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy-two All Races Gather
Over the years, he has become more and more silent and has not revealed many traces. Just like those legends who live in seclusion, no one knows his existence without showing up.
So far, he has spent most of his hundreds of years of life at this point in time. Although he does not believe all the records in his memory, he has to be careful.
The words of the God King had long been blurred in his mind, and no matter how much he recalled them, he could not recall them.
Then he also gave up. It was about the God King's plan, and he had better forget it. For those majestic beings who mastered the rules, even peeking into his form and receiving his message was a great gift.
Just like the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, that old man-like god, as long as the elves sincerely seek Him, He will send a huge gift package of knowledge without hesitation.
Some elves say that He is the most generous god, but some elves say that He is too generous.
Gewu Li Qing praised the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, smiled slightly, and let him stay in his mind about the things and the world in his memory. If he succeeded, everything would definitely go well. If he failed, he would be on the road to God.
There are many corpses, so it doesn't matter if there is one more.
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"Check again, I feel there are still nails here." The patrolling Elf guards accepted the captain's order, glanced at the huge round clock under the crown of the woodland, and began the last patrol before the opening of the conference.
This is the most critical time, as many elves and non-elves intelligent creatures gather here.
It would be a very disgusting thing if there were such a crazy guy causing trouble here.
They only need to do ordinary inspection work, and it is not their turn to take care of matters involving legends and evil gods.
Ordinary guards have things to do as ordinary guards, legendary defenders have things to do as legends, and there are even gods walking between dimensions to maintain the stability of the world.
Humans from the earth, green-skinned psykers, gray goblins, and demons and demons who sit obediently and do not cause trouble, all kinds of races are here.
"What a huge formation." The humans from Earth sighed, sitting in the area dedicated to humans from Earth, looking at this huge scene.
Here, various races and civilizations compete for glory, life collides with life, and ideas compete with ideas. I must also mention the elves' majesty and an invincible mentality that tolerates everything.
Whether you are a technological civilization, a psychic civilization, or other feudal or open civilizations, you can all communicate here.
Here, you don't need to do anything, nor do you need to surrender, nor do you need to pay anything on a regular basis. Just existing, just communicating, is the greatest benefit to the elves.
I have come into contact with a lot of alien beings and extreme races, and I think I am the only crazy race in the center of the universe.
When they were developing elves, they launched attacks like crazy. The elves who couldn't communicate at all were 'forced' to leave their land under the 'threat' of that race.
The elves did not take any violent measures, but changed directions and continued walking in the star realm. It must have affected their mood, just like picking up one of the eggs in a row, only to find that it is a rotten egg.
Feeling of nausea.
What do you do with this kind of thing? Just throw it into the trash can. Maybe you have to crush it yourself.
"No, look, they are psykers, the Nordachians. Their leader is the favored one of a god. Legend has it that he is still opening up the path for psykers."
The older man chuckled and introduced the races, "Most of those who can be invited here are friendly to the Elf Empire."
Also, it's impossible for the elves to invite a bunch of troublemakers. Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
"Don't look at those, look at our seats. They have the light of those two saints. They have a relatively good relationship with the elves and are allies." The old man patted the seats under him. They can serve as non-elves.
Our race is sitting in the front row. This is not something we get by drawing lots, but in exchange for real benefits.
The monk who became a god, the Taoist who became an immortal, every person on earth who comes here can count their famous events.
A young face looked curiously at the gray figure sitting next to them. The figure was very tall, about three meters tall, and his skin was as smooth as marble, without any gaps or pores.
"Who is that?" the young man asked secretly in a curious tone.
"That person is also a powerful being." The old man bowed slightly and nodded to the gray figure, showing respect. There was a little respect in his tone, "He calls himself Wu, and he comes from a powerful race.
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The young face also clasped its hands together in a handsome manner, and bowed slightly to the gray figure to show respect.
Nawu ignored them, and the two of them didn't care. This kind of existence was side by side with the clay and stone sculptures in the temple. It made no difference whether they saw real faces or false images.
Their existence is like two straight lines existing in three-dimensional space. It is almost impossible for them to intersect. Just like this time, it is estimated that this is the moment when these two lines are closest.
As for the other races, basically no further explanation is needed. The goblins who compete with their earthlings for technology business are also here.
The technological development of the goblins is almost metaphysical. The advanced technology has developed nuclear weapons, which makes the people on earth embarrassed. The elves use nuclear energy to generate electricity. The earthlings make weapons first and then generate electricity. But the goblins
They just use him as a weapon.
This is the characteristic of goblin technology, and it is also their strength. The weaknesses are also very obvious. In other aspects of technology, the goblins are still trying their best to make up for it. Just like a hexagonal plane, the goblins have brought war to one corner.
Bar peak.
Other aspects such as people's livelihood education have only been sorted out hastily. Although there has been some progress, it is still too early to be on par with the war technology tree.
And further behind are the demons who are a mixed bag of fish and dragons. There may not necessarily be good people in the abyss, but there are relatively good people. After all, if the Elf Empire fails, there is still the 471th floor of the abyss to go to, and there are always some allies.
The most mysterious ones are none other than the devils. They look human-like, and their makeup skills and vulnerability-catching skills are top-notch.
They covet souls most, whether they are pure or dirty. The more extreme and distinctive the soul, the more they like it.
However, it is precisely because of this characteristic that many ghostly humans have been deceived several times, both minor and minor. Therefore, there is a saying circulating within the scope of the World Tree that only those who can tell lies to the devil are