But the elves' forbearance did not bring them peace.
Elves, because of their beauty bestowed upon them by the heavens, could corrupt people into demons, leading to the prevalence of slave trading.
Furthermore, the nobles in the kingdom secretly supported and operated the business, ultimately leading to the formation of a highly profitable industrial chain.
The elves attempted to rebel and overthrow human rule, but the humans, favored by fate, grew stronger day by day. Apart from their ancient and noble royal bloodline, the elves were exploited and oppressed by humans to varying degrees.
Therefore, the upper elves' fighting force will not cooperate with the humans, for fear of being stabbed in the back and sold out in an instant.
As for the dwarves, their situation was even worse.
The mined veins were forcibly seized, the forged equipment was bought at the lowest possible price, and even the strong liquor they drank was secretly diluted with water (the dwarves suspected it was a whole barrel). Their hatred for humans was relatively minor, but their hatred for elves was the greatest. This was because thousands of years ago, a demon god disguised himself as an elven god and sowed discord, prompting the elven army to massacre the dwarves. This made the relationship between the two races always very bad, the kind where they could stab each other in the back and still have a righteous and reasonable explanation.
"Heh, you? You think you can get a share of the Demon God's Essence just by leaving a few openings?"
"The Holy Spirit Spring that the Tower of Horus owes my race has not yet been repaid, and this time it will be included in the calculation."
"Everyone knows that the Demon King contains the essence of the Demon God behind him. A piece of the essence transformed from the Demon God can assist us in cultivation for several months. It's much more useful than the Holy Spirit Spring, isn't it?"
"you!"
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. We will definitely give you what we promised, but right now, we need the opportunity to unlock this treasure."
The old man holding the Great Sun Divine Bow twitched at the corner of his mouth, shifting everyone's attention to the true purpose of their trip.
"boom!"
A palace floated in the void, bursting with seven-colored light, swirling around like a ribbon. Everyone was delighted, wondering what kind of powerful figure had left behind this legacy.
Encountering the Demon King on the road was an unexpected bonus, but what was truly precious was this floating palace, which contained a treasure that even platinum-level powerhouses would covet.
As for the disaster of winter, it was simply that the commotion caused by this palace was too great, resulting in a blizzard sweeping across glaciers and snow-capped mountains, engulfing most of Northern Europe.
"I agree."
The elf was the first to agree, his main purpose being the dilapidated yet magnificent palace, which he suspected was a divine artifact left behind by the gods, thus abandoning his confrontation with the dwarves.
According to the prophecy of the sages revered in Northern Europe as the "Hand of the Gods," this is a rare opportunity.
Or rather, starting from this year, the entire collection will open its doors to welcome those who will carry on its legacy.
Then, on the old man's advice, the Demon King's corpse was handed over to his temple knight for safekeeping, and everyone simultaneously unleashed silver-gold magical energy, like a dazzling waterfall traversing the starry sky, bursting forth with boundless and mysterious power!
This temple seems to have turned the impossible into possible, opening up a new path of cultivation for everyone, and is a coveted treasure!
Even the calm and collected elven warriors, who seemed to be in a sage's mode, couldn't help but swallow hard, their expressions invigorated.
Relics are man-made alternate-dimensional battlefields, usually left behind by powerful individuals who have reached a bottleneck but are nearing their end.
Or perhaps the gods have fallen, and their artifacts and equipment have been scattered across the ground, all transformed into an alternate-dimensional battlefield to select a successor who will one day replace the fallen god and reclaim the throne!
Among the treasures within the relics, there may be a precious sequence of divine trees, incomparably profound cultivation techniques, or even secret information hidden in the swirling clouds and mist—all of which are of considerable value!
In the next instant, the palace received the message from the group requesting entry, and a flash of crimson light engulfed them.
"Whoosh!"
With a dizzying sensation, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and everyone opened their eyes, looking at the devastated ruins, the battlefield bombarded by artillery fire, and large numbers of people fleeing. They were all taken aback.
The sky was dark and boundless, filled with the mournful howls of vengeful ghosts, which instilled fear and unease.
"It seems that this is an illusion, and we have been transported to this test set up by the original owner."
The old man was the first to react. As a high-ranking member of the Tower of Horus, he had also undergone some of the tests of the relics and had rich experience in this area.
Therefore, it is perfectly reasonable to secretly exploit and betray one's allies.
"Wait, my power is draining away! No, it's my rank! How did it drop to the early Silver rank?!"
A Templar Knight shouted, looking around in confusion at the group of people dressed in fine armor, whose faces he recognized.
Everyone was dazed and realized that their rank had plummeted to silver.
"It seems that the first round of assessment is to intercept the enemy's offensive."
A mage holding a crystal staff gazed at the battlefield shrouded in mist ahead and spoke.
In the mist, his own troops were fleeing in defeat. He raised his hand and pierced the head of a deserter with an ice spike, which then went straight through and killed two more deserters in front of him in one strike, killing three in one!
"On the battlefield, deserters must die!"
He gave a cold reply, meeting everyone's gaze.
To resist the enemy and break the deadlock, the first priority is to prevent desertion and reorganize the forces. The best course of action at present is to flank and attack from the side.
With this thought in mind, he abandoned everyone else and put his idea into action.
"Alright, this test is still very simple. If you're not afraid of death, come with me and charge in. I haven't experienced this kind of small-scale fighting in over a hundred years."
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