"Herxi, come out for me!"
"If I don't come out, I will break my gratitude with you!"
The girl's voice shocked a group of sparrows, and flew away from the flower rack with its wings. Zuliana looked at the tiny black dots flying into the sky, withdrew her gaze, and looked at the youngest ten kings in front of her in surprise.
Ming picked up the tea cup, and the old god took a sip of tea on the ground, as if the surrounding situation had nothing to do with her. He was calmer than the two of them, just thinking that the sound outside did not exist. He was carefully looking at the map, looking for the most suitable location for the attack.
There is a considerable distance from the Elf Court to the Holy Woods, but there is only a short distance for setting up an ambush. That road is between the two areas, located in the north of the Gus gray area. Only here can the Elf Court and the woodland be separated.
Otherwise, the elves would not let them take action.
"Herxi, that little girl outside." The mourning dragon knight walked back from outside and told him what he had seen outside the gate.
"Don't worry about her."
"I have to say, your sister is really energetic." Avani shook her head. The little girl glared at herself with her eyes, and she obviously recognized him. The Dragon Knight's circle is so big. When he met the little girl two or three years ago, the other party was still a little bit.
"She is like this." Haierxi couldn't help but shook his head and sigh. Even a person as calm as him sometimes had no choice but to his only sister.
But while the two were talking, a person hurried in from outside. He was a member of the twelve-colored iris. He walked in with a letter and said to everyone worriedly:
"The Elf King has changed his mind."
"What did you say?" Avani turned around, "What's your idea?"
"The Elf Court officially warned us not to attack the other party."
Avani picked up the teacup and almost squirted out a sip of water, "What are the elves doing, acting?"
"No," Heerxi had already taken the letter and read the contents on it, "the elves announced that they would escort those people to the Holy White Woodland."
"Elf is crazy?" Avani's face changed. "What's the benefit for them?"
Haierxi silently patted the letter back on the table, pressing the paper, and couldn't figure out what the elf king's intention was to go back on his word?
Because of Quvenlar's orders? But unlike, how could the current Elf King obey the orders of a long-dead ghost? Moreover, it was not Quvenlar's ghost, but just his will.
What's more, if the elves really value the first generation of elves, then when Quvenlar appeared, the elves should have made up his mind.
While he was thinking, a sneer that changed tone suddenly came from not far away, and the sneer then turned into a series of joyful mockery sounds:
"Haha, I didn't expect it, Haierxi. You thought it was a complete plan, but now the bamboo basket is gone, right?"
Haierxi changed his face rarely, and looked in that direction with a stern look: "How did you come in?"
The poet lady was looking proud: "Do you care?"
But Heerxi's expression changed again and again:
"Why are you level 30??"
"No," Tianlan was so angry that she said in a frustration: "Herxi, what do you mean? Is this more surprised you?"
...
‘Seeing faith is like seeing others, my respected king—
Silvarion has been together for more than thirty years. Everything I have seen in the past thirty years is right or wrong, but the holy tree is still verdant. We have spent a long time looking for answers, but the answers we get are still different.
Now the holy tree is covered with white frost, and ancient prophecies have appeared - as seen from the land of Quvenlar, the foundation of the white tree is accelerating its decay - the ancestors planted disasters, and we have to be responsible for this disaster.
Not long ago, an old friend came to me. He was a student of my best friend. Although he was a mortal, you should have seen him. The moon elves have left Hemwall. I believe that your Majesty should see their saint soon. Please protect the person she chose.
I believe that the answer is close to us.’
There is no signature on the letter, only an emerald leaf is drawn on the lower right corner. A butterfly flew out from the mist, intertwining the leaves.
The elf king smoothed the letter paper with his thin fingers and gently placed it on the desk. But after a while, he picked it up again, read it carefully, and put it back again. The silver moonlight quietly flowed out of the window frame and sprinkled on the snow-white letter paper.
He pressed his desk with his hands, pursed his lips, and looked forward with a silver gaze without saying a word, as if he had thought of something in the past.
Someone pushed the door open and entered: "Father, I heard you have changed your mind."
He turned around and looked at his daughter, "Arsana, you usually don't let people report and enter without invitation."
"It was my sister who asked me to come," Alsana said in a humble and arrogant manner. "I asked if it was her idea, but she asked me to ask you. I know that she would not tell me like that if it was her idea."
"Melfina wants you to ask me for my opinion," the Elf King keenly noticed the thoughts of her eldest daughter. "She was afraid that something outside of her control would happen. But in the Elf Court, she publicly opposed my opinion and did not dare to come to see me."
"I don't care about this," Alsana shook his head, "Father, do you really agree to open the door to the Holy Woods and escort Mr. Ed and I to the White Tree Temple?"
The Elf King looked at his little daughter. He was obviously a father and daughter, but the conversation was against each other. Even though the elves were weak in their relationship, it still made him feel unhappy.
Both daughters have grown up and have different ideas. Arthana is simple and upright and does not like him.
But the eldest daughter's thoughts became too deep. He sighed. If he had more time, things might have been much easier.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But after Heloring's tragedy, he could hardly control his injuries. Coupled with the withering of the holy tree day after day, he could feel that there was not much time left.
"Soria sent me a letter to protect the young man."
"Teacher?" Alsana said in surprise. Although she was a student of the Great Saint, she had a swordsman when she was younger.
That was Soria Shenying, the youngest and most legendary swordsman in the history of the Elf Court, but he became famous at least two hundred years ago, and even Alsana had never seen the other party shining on the hill of giant trees.
However, the other party left the Elf Court thirty years ago, and she didn't expect the sword saint to send a letter at this time.
"Because an acquaintance student found him and asked him to help, he has made some mortal friends over the past century, but he has become a mortal habit because of this."
The Elf King didn't comment on this. He actually knew who that person was, after all, he had been paying attention to that matter since the Helorine tragedy.
What's more, the prophecy shows that there are also elves participating in the incident on Covenant Mountain. Everything that happened that day, the elves may not have less information than the Silver Wind Watcher.
However, he did not say these words to his daughter. Arsana knew the whole story and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Father."
The Elf King shook his head: "You actually care more about that young man than thanking me."
"Mr. Ed is the chosen one of His Majesty Quvenlar," replied Arthana, "but what I care more about is the Holy White Tree, Father, I don't care about people's struggle for power, but I think the crown should not be worn on the tomb of the bone."
The Elf King waved his hand, unwilling to argue with his daughter about any of these things. If Melfina were here, her words should have been sharper.
Is there no dispute if you stay away from the hill of giant trees? Now the Aussie is launching an offensive against the rainforest, and mortals are killing each other with their former allies.
Far away from Kaurin-Ishurien and Rotao, the situation is no better than here. Mortals are a race that is born to like disputes. They always fight infighting. It is precisely because of this kind of aura that the Silver Wind Harbor becomes the center of the vortex.
His eldest daughter would definitely retort like this.
But the struggle is not unique to ordinary people, otherwise the Cinsacean Snake would not sink into the eternal fire, nor would there be a second and third eras.
The Elf King coughed twice, trying to suppress his injuries. What he pursued was not the dispute between these superficial concepts, but only time needed.
Arthana looked at her father with some concern, and no matter what, she was still his daughter. She realized that her words were a bit too extreme and immediately apologized softly: "I'm sorry, I--"
The Elf King shook his head and signaled that she could leave first. Alsana bit her lower lip and had to turn around and retreat.
The daughter's concern made the Elf King feel a little relieved, but his eyes were still only on the letter, on the "signature" on the letter.
"Owena, can we answer that question now?"
He murmured at the silver moonlight.
...
Derek Elwood turned his back to those people, his eyes calmly landing in the frost-covered woodland, and the scales one after another were attached to the ground like silver wax.
Iron foot protection was shattering the crystallized ground.
The elves are marching.
Derek understood that those people deliberately let him see the offensive of Linnorel's parliament - the gray and white spires were marching towards the battlefield in rows, the spears in the hands of the elves burst into silver light, and the blue and white pennant above the spear tip was like brocade, weaving a cloud.
The cavalry's horse hooves fell to the ground like thunder, and the Saint Selected were attacking from both wings, and the clockwork flew across the sky like a swarm of bees, and then the air combat structure, and the wind element left a series of blue and blue trails over the forest. They sometimes lit up the night sky, like a comet tail.
The front is indeed slowly advancing.
As rumored by the outside world, Linnorir's parliament made great progress in the offensive against Ninimere.
Thanks to the help from the Kaurin-Ishurien and the Ellinggrain family, their plan seems to be effective and is now approaching the most core area.
"Look, Derek," said the man behind him, "do you really think what we do is meaningless? The sacrifice of a few is just for this victory today."
"Let's win first," replied Derek, as if he didn't care about the scene in front of him, "What's more, what is victory? What will happen after you control the disaster?"
"Of course it is for the benefit of the giant tree hill."
"For the Hill of Giant Trees?" Derek turned around and looked at the other party with a bright look, but he still had a smile on his face: "For example, let the Gus disaster domain and Ravenell's disaster branches be at the same time?"
The man was stunned: "You're thinking too much, Derek. Besides, even if the disaster of Ninemel subsides, do you think the Elf Court and the Elders Council will let us enter those two disaster areas?"
"So you have to use means to force them to ask for help."
"Derek, we are still here to tell you these truths, hoping that you can change your mind and stand on our side. Are you also a member of the Council?"
"I'm just a little agent," Derek smiled. "What you really care about is Thrandir, after all, is the sword saint behind him - you may not care about the views of the Elf Court, but you have to take into account the real power-"
"I guess you've won at least two dragon knights, they are—"
"Enough," the man interrupted him seriously, seemingly reluctant to talk about the topic, "Derick Alwood, have you ever wondered what his purpose is?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "My purpose," Derek turned his eyes to the disaster tree that seemed to lead to the sky in the distance, "Of course, it is to find out the truth."
He smiled: "I don't care about the great principles you mentioned. I just use money to do things. I only care about who is behind all this."
"Then we give you double-no, what about ten times the offer?"
"I have professional ethics," Derek raised his hand and put it behind his head. "Actually, you know in your heart that I already have the answer, don't you?"
"I have the answer, which means that Thrandildo has guessed the truth," he continued, "you know him better than me, why bother with this."
"It is worthless to be fair in the face of real disasters," the man replied. "Even if you have an answer, what can you do to judge everyone in the parliament? This is a proposal passed by most of the parliament."
"But not include me, and you have bypassed him."
“That’s because he’s sang against us in everything.”
Derek smiled and did not answer.
He saw a burst of cheers burst out from afar, and the tide of sounds were rising one after another, and the slowly advancing front seemed to have some change at that moment.
The reinforcements that followed played a crucial role, and the gray tide slowly retreated.
Derek's eyes reflected the towering disaster branch, but it was no longer as fierce as it was a few days ago, with its teeth and claws, but flames and bright light burst out from time to time, illuminating the eyes of the human agent.
That was the artillery fire of the floating warship.
Linnorel's two main fleets are entering the field one after another, and more than thirty battleships are surrounding the disaster tree, spewing out flames from their muzzles from time to time.
The dark sail was like a cloud breaking through the clouds, and the gray matter creatures were falling from the sky, and the disaster tree was dying, as if it was at its last moment.
Derek looked at this scene and murmured to himself: "What a big show."
But he shook his head again, "But will its result really be as you wish?"
"What does it mean, Derek?"
"Don't forget, Ms. Aimeya is looking at you, looking at each of us," Derek turned back to look at the man, showing a calm smile, "and according to the elect, there are saints in our world."
"But Ms. Aimeya will acquiesce to our actions..."
The man suddenly had a cold war and his words came to an abrupt end.
He was feeling a chilling coldness rising from his body, although he was staring at the towering "giant tree" radiating endless red light, and then slowly collapsed down.
Like a tide, the sound of a cry was sounding from the battlefield, and everyone rushed forward like crazy, and even the elves could not maintain order.
The gray matter creatures were scattered on the ground, turning into ashes, and the defense line of the gray field collapsed in an instant, and they won - they finally won.
The ground was shaking dull, and even the man couldn't help but take two steps forward. At this time, he had no choice but to worry about Derek, and victory was at his fingertips. Next - Linnorel Council will completely become the winner of this battle.
He looked at the Mars in the sky, and his confidence seemed to return to his body. "The plan worked. We have never really defeated Ninemeer head-on. As long as the soul of the unicorn girl named Selinya is injected into the Ethernet vein connected to it, the disaster of the gray tree in the entire giant tree hill will be eliminated."
"Even if she hates you to the core?"
"But she loves this land more," the man turned around and looked at Derek not far away, and laughed indifferently. "She won't do that, let alone after she and the sacred branch are combined, she will no longer remember those."
He was content with ease.
And Derek just looked at the man silently, the unconscious smile on the other person's face, the flashing golden flames and the swaying gray branches.
Watching the four dragon knights guarding a magician together, holding a holy white tree heart in his hand, slowly walking towards the center of the disaster tree, looking at the gray-white tree tumors that surrounded each other, with milky white pus flowing.
The burning flames, contrasting with the liquid on the ground, the gray branches whistled in the sea of ​​fire, making strange shouts.
Elyon de Philin held the crucial thing in his hand, as if he could feel the burning heat of the soul in it and the painful wailing of the elf girl.
But he didn't care about this, and just turned around and looked at the dragon knights beside him and asked them with his eyes.
Several dragon knights from Night Walkers, Nottings Boat and SK, and the Linnorir Council nodded to him at the same time. Although they had some doubts about the strange helpers from the ancient magician family of Kaurin-Ishurien, the facts proved that the parliament was correct.
This is indeed the first time they have made such progress, defeating Ninemel head-on. Although the disaster tree can still revive, as long as the next step is carried out according to the plan, the gray and white epidemic will become a thing of the past.
The magician from the Ailinglan family nodded and walked forward with the heart of the tree.
The era of the Double Holy Tree is over.
At that moment, such thought flashed through his mind.
...
The news of Ninimer's victory was like wings, spreading throughout the hill of giant trees overnight.
Even though communication between the two worlds has not yet resumed, the Silver Wind Harbor Craftsmen Association and the Adventurers Guild tried every means to get the news to spread along the avenue.
From Sanshak to Norrisen, to Rotchel, the north elves and Ravenrell, everyone is discussing this exciting news. The Hill of Giant Trees is returning to life. Is the shadow of doomsday shrouding over everyone's heads fading?
But beyond the border of the Gus disaster area, far away in the west of the subsandra, passing through the dark wasteland, there is a more distant disaster area shrouded under the mountains of gray.
The giant dragons captured by the disaster lingered over their heads all day long, forcing the elves stationed here to hide carefully, and the defense line was almost difficult to maintain. Before the support arrived, they could only monitor the changes in the gray border as much as possible.
In a post station in Ruiwen Shagen, the elf guards stationed here were awakened by a rustling sound. The alert captain of the guard was staring at the changes in the forest outside the post.
On the gray-white land, countless silver branches are growing and sprouting. They are like fine branches in nurseries, layer by layer and dense.
But that was not the new life of the forest.
It's the winter that has arrived.
The apoptosis has been destroyed, and the ash disaster has spread. The countless sprouting are not the symbol of life, but the disaster branches, like intertwined shadows, covering the earth at this moment.
No one has ever had so many disaster branches sprouting and taking root at the same time.
The elf captain's guard's teeth chuckled, but his only remaining instinct told him what to do at this moment. Although the silver branch had climbed up to his ankles and knees, he still tried his best to turn around.
He shouted almost hoarsely: "Roll the alarm!"
"Transfer the message..."
Bright flames rose, straight pillars of smoke rushed straight into the sky under the Ash Mountain, and then another column of smoke rose from the west of the entire Ravenell line.
A sharp alarm sound has spread through the mesh of the net to every nearby crystal tower.
The Greyland of Nian Lott is recovering.
Chapter completed!