Chapter 3 Three to Fourteen

That was the cruel reality, the cruel fate.

Of course, this only applied to these treefolk who had already stepped into legend.

The reason for setting only three slots was that the Sindorei tribe did indeed have a certain population limit. The rules of space prevented them from bringing more powerful individuals into the alternate dimension. According to the rules, considering the powerful combat strength of the treefolk, bringing in even one old Sindar was the limit.

Fortunately, although the treefolk were an incredibly powerful war species, they could also serve as dwellings for the elves. It was understandable that the Sindorei tribe wanted to take away their private villas with land use rights certificates and property ownership certificates. However, there were limits to exploiting loopholes, so the three slots were truly due to Fang Senyan having a lot of face.

Although being picked and chosen like merchandise was quite unpleasant, only five treefolk left with their heads held high. However, the remaining nine treefolk, though determined to win, formed a temporary alliance, resolutely refusing to budge!

Unfortunately, Fang Senyan had anticipated this situation. So, when Mr. Farrell, who had been pre-selected long ago, leisurely stood up, tore up the previously established alliance and trampled it under his roots, shamelessly occupying a slot, all conspiracies and tricks were shattered.

Around the remaining two slots, the remaining eight treefolk could only throw all previous agreements behind them. Among them, three treefolk, knowing their strength was insufficient or unable to accept such harsh conditions, withdrew. However, the remaining five high-level legendary treefolk were unwilling to let go, no matter how harsh the conditions.

Because time was the most ruthless thing in the world! Even if the lifespan of treefolk was ten times longer than that of elves, there was always an end. If they couldn't become a World Tree, they couldn't enter that magical realm, and their lifespan couldn't be refreshed.

In the long years before, these five treefolk had almost traversed the entire Middle-earth, hoping to find another sacred site, but ultimately ended in disappointment. They even tried to challenge the majesty of the World Tree, but the combination of the World Tree and the elves was too vast for them to despair.

The key point was that the magic energy of the sacred site could only supply one World Tree. This forced the treefolk to fight alone, unable to unite and challenge the majesty of the World Tree.

In the end, the entire Sindorei tribe settled in with four incredibly powerful legendary high-level treefolk. If these four legendary treefolk were united, not to mention Treebeard, even the World Tree would truly have a chance to fight.

From a long-term perspective, even if the Sindorei tribe had the worst luck, one of the four legendary treefolk would definitely advance to become a World Tree. It should be known that the current World Tree, Teldrassil, in terms of origin, was far less well-founded and of a noble race than these four old fellows! A more normal estimate was that within a hundred years, the Sindorei tribe would have at least three World Trees. What kind of concept was that?

The divine kingdom built with three World Trees would be astounding, first of all, in terms of the number of people it could accommodate. More importantly, after the people died, there would be two ways to be reborn. The lower ones would directly use the method of seizing and reincarnating, while the higher ones would directly condense their forms around the World Tree.

These two ways to escape death were both closely related to the power of the World Tree. Well, to put it in terms of data, if the people of the Sindorei tribe died in the future, the speed of rebirth would be 300 times that of the Middle-earth elves!

Next, it was natural to settle the issue of ownership of the Tunguska and Chernobyl regions on Earth. The best way was for the E.S. Corporation to fund some projects. The Tunguska region was easier to deal with. The financially strained government, while ensuring that forestry resources were not damaged, was happy to earn some extra money, but they still hesitated about the strict blockade system required by the E.S. Corporation, and had not been able to agree.

The Chernobyl region was only one hundred and twenty kilometers away from the capital of Ukraine. There were certain concerns about delineating a strictly controlled area for a foreign company in such a place. However, now it was the turn of the Sindorei elves to step forward. These elves were skilled in charm, and each was a handsome man or beautiful woman. Added to the E.S. Corporation's golden yuan offensive, it could almost be said to be invincible.

After this series of loose ends were taken care of, Fang Senyan finally heard another good news. Sanzi had finally mastered the ability of destiny, but strangely, the name of the ability that Sanzi finally obtained had a unique name, called "The Butterfly Effect."

However, according to Sanzi, in some cases, this situation did indeed occur. The skills learned by the selected person had undergone additional mutations. It was difficult to say whether these mutations were good or bad. The price Sanzi paid to master this ability was also extremely high, almost exhausting all of his universal points and merit points.

In addition, on the Empire's side, Fang Senyan was also operating at all costs to promote himself to the rank of Major General. Barium element bars were thrown out at any cost. Now he had finally received definite news: He had fought a fierce battle with the rebels in the Orion constellation, taking down seven of the opponent's interstellar cruisers, which was considered a brilliant military exploit. He had already completed his obligation to be promoted and was now proceeding through the normal process.

Although Fang Senyan himself didn't know when he had gone to the Orion constellation and could take down seven of the opponent's interstellar cruisers, that was what was written on the record of merits, so Fang Senyan naturally wouldn't jump out and object. From this, one could also see Prince Pombaru's one-handed control and the rapid expansion of his power.

However, Prince Pombaru was, after all, still a prince, not an emperor.

Therefore, Fang Senyan entered the stage of going through the procedures.

He was powerless, and if Prince Pombaru intervened, it might have the opposite effect. The greater Pombaru's power, the more people he would offend, and the more people would come out to hinder Fang Senyan.

Fortunately, the matter reported to Fang Senyan was marked with "urgent" and also had a "special" mark, so even if he went through the normal procedure, it could definitely be done as soon as possible. And the important point was that, once confirmed, Fang Senyan would have no problem even when experiencing the Nightmare Space battlefield, and he could immediately enjoy the benefits brought by the promotion.

Thinking of this, Fang Senyan couldn't help but take out the Bloody Major General Armor and stroked the light on it, his eyes were deep and profound.

There were also times when Fang Senyan had no confidence.

The Bloody Battlefield,

A high-intensity bloody battlefield!!

Anyone who dared to underestimate this matter would probably die without even leaving bone scraps! Especially when facing a superior enemy with inferior forces!

Therefore, if he could put on the Bloody Major General Armor earlier... Fang Senyan truly valued the powerful escape ability of the "Musou" skill.

At this time, Reef suddenly walked in from outside, his brow looked a little relaxed:

"Do you know who came to see me just now?"

Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes:

"Came to see you but not me? That's rare. It seems that this guy is very clear about our relationship, and has some friction with me, but is quite familiar with you. Aldaris, that bastard, smelled the wind, right."

Reef nodded:

"Yes, boss, what do you think?"

Fang Senyan laughed loudly:

"He wants to join, why not."

Fang Senyan was also short of manpower at this time, and he knew Aldaris inside and out. This guy smelled the wind and wanted to join, which was a perfect match. Fang Senyan wouldn't be so narrow-minded.

Suddenly, a flash appeared on the table where the two were sitting, and an invitation card fell down. Fang Senyan waved his hand, and the content immediately appeared:

"C4 area, number fourteen."

Area C was the resting area inside the space, area 4 was the VIP area, and fourteen was the room number. Reef looked at the invitation and smiled and said:

"It seems that the pressure brought by this battle is quite amazing to everyone. There are still restless people looking for you."

Fang Senyan looked at the invitation, hesitated and said:

"I wonder who it is?"

Several people's names flashed through his mind in an instant, but he quickly rejected them. Since the strength of Fang Senyan and his group had increased by leaps and bounds, Noah Space C rarely allowed him to encounter people belonging to the same space in the Nightmare World experience.

Reef hesitated and said:

"I guess it's the other team leaders who came to talk about cooperation."

Fang Senyan nodded noncommittally, and then slowly said:

"Are you interested in going to see this guy with me?"

Reef suddenly became interested and said:

"Okay."

In another similar team reception room,

This place was decorated like a medieval aristocratic drawing room, with a wide fireplace and glossy animal skins spread on the floor instead of carpets. Of course, even more eye-catching was the wall full of skulls!

These skulls were from Aliens, Predators, Zerg, Elves, and even the steel heads of robots... all showing the owner's illustrious military exploits.

The benches in the reception room were also very rough, directly sections of wooden benches, which could be seen to have been cut directly from large trees, without even peeling off the bark, the annual rings still visible. A wild boar was being roasted on the flames of the fireplace, sizzling with oil.

"Although we have a numerical advantage in this battle, Space C has recruited and bought several powerful MTs, a guy who can control gravity, and a pervert who can chew and eat equipment. If we are careless, losing is not an accident."

The speaker was a burly man like a bear, and on his head, he was wearing a ghastly white skull of a bear!