Chapter 571 Nelia

"This elven ship...it's so fast!"

Xi Rui stood on the mast of the large, high-speed frigate, watching in astonishment as the distant black shadow gradually accelerated and disappeared into the night.

Although Xirui has spent the past few years managing and appeasing the newly joined wandering elves in the Da Yuan elven settlement, without being deeply involved in Da Yuan's grand shipbuilding movement, his brother is a top ship designer, and through this exposure, Xirui has gained a deep understanding of ships in the world today.

The design of the large, high-speed frigates of the Taiyuan was clearly defined from the beginning. They were to escort merchant ships, pursue pirates at sea, and provide cover for first-class ships in naval battles. The speed had to be high enough to accomplish these tasks.

However, the latest large high-speed frigate that Xirui is currently aboard has been outmaneuvered, and surprisingly, it was outmaneuvered without the opponent activating the wind-gathering array.

Little did they know that two figures were standing on that elven ship, equally surprised by the high-speed escort vessel of the Grand Marshal.

One of the tall figures stared intently at Xirui for a long time before asking those behind her, "Aunt Eudora, do you think that ship is one of our elven ships? Why does it look like that... and why is it moving so fast?"

“Chief, it’s nighttime and we can’t see very clearly, but Eudora has never seen an ordinary sea ship that fast before. Unless it’s a ship that uses a magic array to accelerate, it shouldn’t be this fast. Perhaps… they have a hidden wind-gathering array.”

"No, I didn't sense any fluctuations in the power that activated the magic array. There were several of our people on the ship. It must have been them who helped humans build this kind of fast ship."

“Are there any of our people there? Then we can go and talk to them. Perhaps they have some strength…”

"No need, Aunt Eudora. Most of the people on their ship are ordinary humans. What kind of strength could a race that can only survive by relying on humans have!"

"But Nelia, if they are strong enough..."

"Can they be stronger than Father? Can they be stronger than Saint Luna? Can they be stronger than... the Silver Moon Family?"

The tall figure's voice gradually turned cold, "We have no other choice. And... remember to address me as... Chieftain!"

"...I'm sorry, Chieftain...I really...we could...give up!" Eudora choked up, her voice filled with resentment and sorrow.

"Yudora, are you still a noble elven royalty? We have already abandoned our holy land, are you going to abandon our dignity as well?"

Eudora's tears finally fell, and the other ship-riding elves bowed their heads in respect to Nelia, silently shedding tears.

"Full speed ahead! Reach the holy land before dawn!"

Nelia's cold voice left no room for doubt. The three masts of the elven ship lit up with a moonlit glow, and the bow was immediately pushed high, accelerating through the boundless night.

This elven ocean-going vessel was clearly not in the same league as the elven ships built by the Seamans. Even without activating the magic array, it was faster than a high-speed frigate. After activating the magic array at full power, the entire ship sped up like a ray of moonlight, gliding lightly across the sea. Just as dawn was breaking, the elven ship arrived outside the port of Oslo.

Nelia stopped the many elves from following her and went ashore alone, entering the legendary elven city.

The cobblestone streets were riddled with potholes, and the exquisite sculptures on the houses on both sides were incomplete. Although Nelia had expected it, the extremely dilapidated scene still deeply moved her.

Nelia wandered aimlessly through the city, thinking about what she was about to do, and looking at the desolate ruins, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow and sighed softly.

"Bang bang"

The sound of fighting came from ahead, interrupting Nelia's thoughts. She followed the sound towards the inner city and soon arrived at the foot of the majestic mountain steps.

Dozens of elves were gathered around a small square, with two elves in the middle sparring. It seemed to be a traditional morning lesson for the elves.

Nelia didn't disturb them, but just watched silently.

The two elves in the arena were both very young, and their skills were nothing special in Nelia's eyes. However, in the Western Continent, which had lost its royal court, it was already quite difficult to maintain this tradition.

One of the girls with light blonde hair was significantly stronger than the other. It was more accurate to say that she was giving guidance to her opponent rather than competing with her.

Seeing the elves around her intently watching and learning, Nelia's previously desolate heart finally felt a little comforted.

"No matter what happens... the Elven race will continue its traditions!"

The duel ended, and as expected, the pale golden-haired elven girl subdued her opponent. However, she did not retreat. Instead, she gently wiped the sweat from her ears and smiled at those around her, saying, "Alright, who's next?"

"Sister Hena, I'm not feeling well today, so... I won't compete!" A small elf boy saw Hena looking at him and said apologetically that he didn't want to leave the competition.

"Gils, don't be afraid of failure. The process of honing combat skills is through repeated failures!"

"But...I'm so hungry, I have no strength..."

The little boy named Giles was very upset. Food was always scarce in Oslo, and he was growing, so he always felt like he wasn't getting enough to eat!

"I'll challenge you to a match!"

A voice as cold and clear as a spring came from outside the square. Dozens of elves turned around abruptly and looked warily toward the source of the voice.

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