Chapter 1353 The undercurrent under the Silver Moon Festival
During Gretel's advancement, the aftermath of this round of war did not gradually subside until half a month later.
Rescue the wounded, follow-up treatment, bury the dead; hunt down the remaining enemies, clean the battlefield, collect trophies; organize the terrain, rebuild the defense line, repair the magic circle...
Each piece requires an astonishing amount of work. Even if there are several legendary elders working day and night on the front lines with their disciples, and the magic circle at the rear also fully cooperates, it still cannot be completed in a day or two.
——Even so, Yongju Island was filled with joy. During the first full moon period after the war, the Queen even came forward in person to preside over a ceremony:
"We stand here to mourn the loss of our fellow citizens."
On the Holy Mountain, under the World Tree, in the small clearings in the forest, fifteen or six new tombs are piled with white stones and filled with flowers.
In front of each grave, there were two to three to seven or eight elves, supporting each other and sobbing softly.
The moment the full moon rose and the silver light fell on the forest tops, the queen arrived in person with the elders and royal family members. Her soft eyes slowly swept over the family members of the deceased, and she stepped forward, brushing the flowers in front of each grave with her fingertips:
"Beilein, Viel, Emmata, Odile, Knut... they fought bravely, they lived optimistically, and they gave their young lives to Evermeet Island..."
She let out a long sigh and raised her arms to the sky. The silver hair crown on her forehead shone in the moonlight. The moonstone inlaid on the hair crown cast a hazy brilliance around her body, and then fell to the grave as she rotated. :
"May they ascend to the sky and return to the embrace of Lady Silver Moon... May they be reborn on the World Tree and reunite with us..."
As the queen spoke, the two princesses standing behind her, as well as the young female elves, sang soft melodies softly. The sound was like ocean waves, forest waves, mist, and falling silver moonlight.
The cries of the relatives left behind by the deceased in the world grew from small to loud, and then from loud to quiet.
In the hazy eyes of tears, it seemed that I really saw my relatives smiling and waving to them, and then slowly rose up, following the moonlight, and returned to the arms of Ms. Silver Moon...
Gretel stood quietly in the crowd, his face slightly pale. Watching the relatives of the deceased helping each other to leave, he subconsciously took a step, but was grabbed by Elder Fahim:
"Gretel, what are you going to do?"
"It is my fault……"
Gretel's voice was low and his fists were clenched:
"It was because I was too reckless and rashly advanced on the edge of the battlefield that they had to fight hard. If I had been more cautious...even if I had retreated a few kilometers back and returned to the area covered by the magic circle..."
He was speechless for a moment and was too sad to speak. Elder Fahim patted him on the shoulder:
"It's not your fault. If necessary, we have no way to move you back to the center of Yongju Island. On the contrary, we made our own decisions and used you as bait——"
He put his arm around Gretel's shoulders and led him across the woods towards a wider area. After bypassing several ancient trees, his eyes suddenly opened up. In front of the huge square, a palace supported by green trees was clearly visible.
The queen had changed into a light silver dress and stood high on the palace platform, radiant.
She waved her hand downwards, and a little bit of silver light fell down. Everyone who was soothed by the silver light was refreshed and refreshed:
"Fellow compatriots, a month ago, we won an extremely difficult and important battle! In this battle, we severely injured a demon king, annihilated at least five demon leaders, and killed countless demons!
After this battle, for at least a hundred years, our compatriots will not have to worry about facing powerful enemies every year or every month! We have a long, long time to study how to seal the cracks and how to cut this cancer!"
Cheers surged like a tide. From the square in front of the palace, from the woods around the square. The elves shouted, the monsters roared, and the ancient trees shook their branches and leaves, expressing their inner joy——
Peace at last!
Finally, we no longer have to fight hard, no longer need to be quickly reinforced as soon as the police whistle blows, no longer have to be in fear, no longer have to be bloodletted by demons every month, month, and year!
Even if the vast majority of our compatriots can be saved, and even if they are disabled and their limbs can be regenerated, there will still be compatriots who are particularly unlucky and will sleep on the battlefield forever!
"Under the auspices of all the elders, with the dedication of many compatriots and many ancient trees, and with the bloody battles and sacrifices of many soldiers, we finally won this battle!
Ms. Silver Moon is above, she has witnessed our efforts and our glory! Now, cheer and celebrate,"
The Queen spoke loudly. In response to her speech, cheerful and lively music sounded in the palace. On the top of the World Tree, people were singing and dancing, and graceful figures were reflected from the sky;
All kinds of magical radiance roared and exploded, transforming into various shapes of birds, spiritual beasts, and swimming fish;
The young and middle-aged elves played the flute, played the lyre, held hands and danced, and even the old elders lifted their beards and joined the crowd...
"Look, no matter what, the result is good." Elder Fahim held him in his arms and faced the crowd:
"After this battle is won, we will have at least a hundred years without having to worry about a large-scale attack by demons. We can save too many compatriots - and the fact that the battle went so smoothly this time, with so few sacrifices, is all thanks to your two strikes..."
Grete nodded slightly, but still couldn't cheer up. The tears of the deceased's family members were still swaying in front of his eyes——
Relatives or others are still grieving, and others are also singing. The elves in the square are singing and dancing, and have begun to celebrate, but those mourners who have lost their loved ones are far from getting over the pain...
However, as elves of the immortal species, if they want to get over the pain, it may not be possible for them to do so in a few years, but in decades.
If he could advance later...if he could be more cautious...
Or, at least until Senior Brother's research is completed, the Well of Eternity can be restarted, and the magic circle can support more power...
Elder Fahim watched the change in his expression and could only sigh softly, hoping that he would figure it out on his own. Apart from that, perhaps the only thing that could help him was to find another topic for him:
"actually……"
"Um?"
Grete stopped to look at him. Elder Fahim paused, looked up at the palace in the distance, and hesitated to speak. After a moment, he still shook his head and patted Grete hard:
"Go and have fun. It's rare to have a celebration. Let your mind go and have a good time. - Look, how long Cerela has been waiting for you..."
He pushed hard, and Gretel staggered and rushed a few steps to the side. He was grabbed by Cerela who was waiting not far away and dragged towards the square.
Gretel struggled twice and finally managed to get the right to walk. Just after taking a few steps, a snow-white tern suddenly rushed down, jumped in front of the elder, and landed in human form.
Amidst the rustling of the branches and leaves, Gretel vaguely heard the urgent voice of the messenger:
"The eldest prince is not feeling well again...Queen...please..."