Those races that don’t have the courage to stand on the big stage of the final battlefield can basically ignore them. Even if they have any racial tricks, they can’t get over the waves-they don’t even have the courage to face the upper ones, and it’s even better to use their brains in fairy tales. Turned over the human beings with the strongest spirit species.

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

He opened his azure blue eyes.

"What's the matter? Is this the only knowledge Mori Seika possesses?"

"No..." Xinke Nielbarian smiled bitterly.

"My Lord God, the only ones left are the Skywing and Dragon Essences. I have not told you that the knowledge stored by these two races of Mori Essence is really limited, and what I have told you is only some news that everyone knows. No matter who it is. Abant Heim, where Master Artesh is seated, or the Dragon Cavern of the Lava Mountains opposite the roaring crack, are not places we dare to reach..."

"But you even have a detailed record of the fantasy species above the dragon essence."

"Because... the fantasy species have no leader, and most of them don't act in groups..."

Xinke Nielbarian whispered.

——This is the root of Mori's daring to break ground on the fantasy seed.

"Also, Lord God, maybe I am ignorant... When did the fantasy seed surpass the dragon essence?"

Xinke Nielbarian asked suspiciously.

"Either of the two dragon kings has the ability to independently annihilate the fantasy species. Even in the long record of the God Kainas, when the strongest dragon king "Dragon" Khatiremu did not die 9,000 years ago, that dragon The Essence Seed also owns the Spirit Seed to kill the gods independently..."

The female Mori immediately realized her gaffe and presumption, closed her mouth, and stared nervously at the tyrannical **** in front of her.

Rope didn't care about Xinke Nielbarian's little gaffe, he was thinking about other things.

Yes.

The so-called "God of Games" in the original book ordered the "sixteen races" not to rely on strength, but to the degree of adaptation to the elves.

In the chaos war, unsorted now, even if the fantasy species is independent of the "elf corridor", its status is lofty, but the purely racial combat power is not the "first race under the gods."

Otherwise, they wouldn't be used as nuclear weapons by Mori Seiki.

Skip these little common sense levels of intelligence, Rope asked again.

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

"Yes, "Cong Long" Lei Jin Levi. "Yanlong" Yalong Lev. The two Dragon Kings were both in the dragon cave and did not move. "

"Have you never heard of any contradiction between the Jikai species and the Dragon essence species?"

"Those unintentional iron pieces?... Well, so far, I haven't heard the conflict between the Jikai seed and the dragon essence..."

In other words, the war between Jikai and Yalong Lev did not start, and the so-called "fairy tale plot" did not begin...

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

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

The upper person is standing, and of course the lower person cannot sit.

Xinke Nielbalian bowed his head very winkingly, and did not do any extraordinary actions.

"Very pleasant exchange. Miss Xinke Neilbarian."

"It is a great honor for me to be called "Miss" by you..."

Xinke Nielbarian said.

"Are you leaving now? It's a pity, leaving your most expensive status aside, it is indeed a pleasant thing to communicate with you. If it weren't for me to wait and dare not disturb your itinerary, I really want to follow Kay The teachings of God Nas will invite you to the capital for a banquet..."

"Ha ha."

No matter how true the words are, the most important thing is to listen to them well.

"Sen Jing, a civilization based on nature and magic... it is indeed a good race."

Rope walked past Xinke Nielbarian and whispered in her ear.

"Do you sometimes feel that this kind of race serves the **** of nature who doesn't even show up when the "leader" encounters this kind of crisis... Is it a pity? "

Xinke Nielbarian's face changed instantly.

But she maintained her smile very well.

"...I don’t understand what you said. God Kainas is the creator of the spirits of the forest. Of course, God Kainas’s own thoughts are in this way. This is not a humble me. I can figure it out."

"Really, haha."

Luo Pei smiled and walked past the female elite of the forest and waved his hand.

"Then treat it as I casually mention it."

Bowing to send the **** spirit seed away, Mori Jing seed breathed out a long sigh.

...How could I feel reconciled.

If the big leader of that group of goblins encounters such a situation, Okan, the "God of Forge", will definitely not be stingy with his own strength and come forward to help his most beloved child... That skunk is more than just a battlefield in the past. Once shouted their "old man" name, and then waved their spiritual outfit and chopped over...

But here I am... Kainas...

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

The spirit species and the fantasy species left one after another, the Mori Jing Jing fleet regained its vitality, Hua Guanqing and Wang Ye fleet admiral commanded the fleet and flew towards the capital of the Mori Jing Jing. And the news of "the birth of a new **** and spirit species", whether from strategic significance or other aspects, will inevitably spread through the mouth of the forest, selling fear to other races.

"Worn out……"

Returning to the fleet meeting room where the gods were once, Xinke Nielbarian rubbed his shoulders and sat in the position where Rope had sat.

There is no good thing for her today.

The "Fantasy Seed Capture" plan was not achieved, and even suffered the biggest crisis in history-confronting the gods.

Being able to live well without death alone is a miracle among miracles.

——Although a lot of crazy.

"Um……?"

With the jade-like arm on the armrest, Seika Mori suddenly felt something "something" in his palm.

Remove the palm, the emerald green vines are etched with strange prototype badges.

This is something that didn't exist originally. Xinke Neilbarian was very sure.