Chapter 626 Where is His Majesty's mangled body?

In the dead silence of early morning in Oslo, in a small square, Kabur was teaching a group of young free elves the traditions of the elven race.

"Although rifles are very useful for hunting, archery is the essence of our elven heritage. Exquisite archery skills paired with a powerful war bow can unleash tremendous power. For example, our elven genius, Lord Qin Mo, once defeated Arthas with 'Star Arrow's Wrath. Arthas was a powerful figure who inherited the power of the orcish great shaman!"

"Oh..." The young elves exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Kabul.

As the large ocean-going fleet continued to transport supplies to Oslo, the free elves in the city no longer had to worry about basic survival. More and more elves began to leave the elven tribes that had been coerced by the orcs and enter Oslo to become free elves.

The elven tribes of the Western Continent were all abandoned and marginalized tribes. They had no complete inheritance in terms of combat skills or cultivation. Many of the elves who came to Oslo knew nothing but how to fight based on instinct.

Kabur himself came from a family with a long tradition of learning and had also received instruction from Qin Mo. He then began to select spirited elf children and teach them the complete elven heritage.

"Uncle Kabul, the Qin Mo you mentioned... is he the prince of Dayuan? Will we also be going to live in Dayuan in the future?" Because Dayuan's ships often come to Oslo to deliver goods and take away elves who want to live in Dayuan, many newly joined free elves yearn for a free life.

"It's you who's going to live a life of luxury... I'm getting old, and the sacred land of the elves still needs old folks like us to clean and guard it..."

"Uncle Kabul, they say that His Excellency Qin Mo once said he wanted to rebuild the royal court. Is that true?"

"Lord Qin Mo is a man of his word. He said he would come back to see us, and he really did. Later, he said we would rebuild the Elven royal court, and I believed him. I just don't know if I'll live to see that day..."

Kabur was really too old. In the tribes without the protection of the Tree of Life, the elves' originally long lifespan was greatly reduced. Whenever he thought of Qin Mo's promise, he felt a little sad. He estimated that he would not live to see such a grand event as the reconstruction of the royal court.

"Uncle Kabul...a ship is coming...Kabul...the Royal Court's ship..." Just as Kabul was feeling melancholy, several elves came running from the direction of the Oslo docks, shouting excitedly as they ran.

"Oh! Another high-ranking official's ship has arrived? Children, it looks like we'll be in for a sumptuous feast tonight..."

"Jerin, is that the VIP's ship?... Why are you pulling me?... Slow down... What happened?" An elf from the dock grabbed Kabul and dragged him toward the dock.

"The royal ship has returned, our king... has returned..."

"...Jerlin, have you gone mad?..."

"No, I saw the royal banner!"

Kabul paused for a moment, then suddenly broke free from Jellin's grasp and ran toward the dock at a speed completely disproportionate to his aged body.

When he saw the bay filled with sails, tears of emotion finally streamed down his face, his eyes, which had not shed a tear for hundreds of years.

"The royal court...did not abandon us, they...have returned!"

The docks of Oslo had fallen into disrepair over the past six hundred years and could not accommodate many ships. The Elven fleet had to anchor in the bay and use small boats to transport necessary supplies ashore. Many young elves who could not wait to visit the holy site jumped into the sea and swam ashore.

"Your Excellency Qin Mo, you kept your promise...you really came back to rebuild the royal court. I thought I wouldn't live to see this day!"

"Ahem! Kabur, these two are the Elf Kings of the Royal Court. You've met one of them before. This time, it's mainly thanks to them."

Kabur immediately showered Qin Mo with gratitude, leaving Kabur speechless. "Can't you see I'm just standing in the back, doing nothing? There are so many important figures standing under the royal banner, why don't you go and pay your respects instead of greeting me first? What kind of dim eyesight do you have?"

If Qin Mo and Kabur weren't so close, everyone would have thought he was deliberately flattering her to death. Qi Lina wouldn't care about such things, but it's hard to say about Neria's petty nature; she might make us both suffer a little.

Sure enough, when Kabur quickly bowed and apologized to Zilina and Nelia, Zilina gently encouraged him, but Nelia just nodded coldly and glared at Qin Mo.

Of the 50,000 elven warriors, only a few powerful ones had ever witnessed the glory of Oslo. The rest were young elves born in the New World. After entering Oslo, seeing the dilapidated holy site, their indignation towards the orcs increased even more.

There are not many intact houses left in Oslo. Fortunately, the elves are very adapted to survival in the wild. They camped in groups among the ruins, chatting excitedly and dreaming about the grandeur of the rebuilt holy land.

Qin Mo accompanied Luna, Nixius, and Qilina to the royal court ruins halfway up the mountain, preparing to take them for a walk in the Moon Palace. The three elven leaders were determined to bid a final farewell to His Majesty Achilles.

Everyone arrived at the location of the Moon Palace, waiting for Qin Mo to open it. Ni Xiusi said with a complicated expression, "Back then, His Majesty was too badly injured, and his body was damaged beyond repair. So he came up with the idea of ​​getting a new body. But at that time, the only bodies that satisfied him were mine, Campbell's, and Qilina's. The three of us were the chieftains of our respective tribes. At that time, our tribes suffered heavy losses and were in a panic. They urgently needed us to take control of the situation. Who would be willing to sacrifice their life?"

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