Chapter 486: Prince Perron kills the Famine Knight, shocking the Elven Kingdom, golden bow and silver arrow! (1W)
Alfheim, the kingdom of elves.
It is a fairyland-like and elf kingdom that symbolizes light, but it is covered with a dense layer of locusts everywhere.
It was as if they were swept away by the black tide and fell into a doomsday scene! Buzz——
The locusts that covered the sky formed a black wave, instantly submerging the emerald green forest. Wherever they passed, whether it was flowers, trees or fruits, they all turned into wasteland!
The locust plague was like a nightmare, reflected in the elves' terrified eyes.
In the city of tree houses, the elves fled in all directions, and endless fear and despair spread rapidly! "Shoot!"
The leader of the Holy Tree Guard, Quinna, raised her command sword and gave orders.
Swish, swish, swish! Each elf is an expert archer, and their rain of arrows is enough to tear apart any formation in the world.
However, facing this storm-like locust plague, the results were minimal! Even so, the elves on the front line still showed no fear on their faces.
These archers were the elite of Alfheim. They had the inherent pride of the elves and would never waver in the face of death! The black locust tide was endless, and the stinking corpses were shot through and exploded, forming yellow-green slime that fell from the sky like corrupted rain.
The bodies of the beautiful and noble elven archers were soaked by the ugly insect fluid. Their eyes were filled with anger, and they fired arrows at the black tide under the sky in succession. Each wave of attack was more fierce than the last! But gradually, even the captain Quinna, who was leading the group, had a look of despair in her eyes.
There were endless locusts. Shooting arrows at them was like throwing a stone into the sea. There was no way to reverse the situation! "Ah--!" The screams echoed in Quinna's ears like a demonic sound.
Quinna didn't want to turn her head, because once she turned her head, she would see the tragic scene of her companions being eaten by locusts and only bones left.
She didn't want to think about the meaning of it, but just shot arrows mechanically and repetitively, even though each arrow could only kill two or three locusts and was of no help to the overall situation.
Rather than escaping, Quinna was more unwilling to give in. Her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse.
"Alfheim is behind us, we have no way to retreat - shoot!!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Life is constantly fading away, just like withered grass and trees.
In addition to famine in the literal sense, the Famine Knights also wield terrible powers such as withering, locust plagues, and drought.
Life quickly drained away from the entire elven kingdom, and fed back to the Plague Knight in the sky through locusts.
He rode the bone-winged black horse, wielded the black sword, and slashed at the Elf Queen with each sword more fierce than the last! Boom! The Elf Queen's domain was called the "Land of Plenty", where the golden wheat waves and the emerald green forests complemented each other, creating a beautiful scene.
However, a sharp black slash tore through the sky.
The withered wave quickly corroded the fertile domain and directly disintegrated the entire domain! Queen Estelle vomited blood and was directly knocked down into the sea of forests by this slash.
The dense forest at the crash site collapsed with a loud bang, forming a huge pit with a radius of five kilometers!
At the bottom of the cracked pit, Estelle supported herself with her scepter, stood up with difficulty, raised her head, and called out:
"Brooduk Hoff! The warhorse that passed through the flames and jungle, and rushed to my side with the sound of the wind!"
A pure and flawless unicorn, with flames burning on all four of its hooves, rushed out from the depths of the endless forest, neighing towards the sky.
This unicorn is the guardian beast of the elves, and like the other guardian beast of the elves, it is a legendary beast. Although it cannot use the power of the law, it can fight against the Eight-ring True God!
The unicorn spread its wings and rushed into the sky again, carrying the seriously injured Queen Estelle.
Boom! The Elf Queen and the Famine Knight started a new round of confrontation!
at the same time.
Quinna organized the Holy Tree Guards to shrink their front line and resist on the outskirts of the main city.
"Captain, the elven dragon phalanx is moving out!" an elf shouted.
Quinna looked back and saw a group of elven dragons flying out from the city wall formed by vines and trees.
The elven dragon is small in size, about the same size as a dragon eagle, but it is a natural master of magic. Only the elves can tame this creature.
The Elf Dragon Phalanx was an elite force carefully selected by the Elf Queen from among the elven mages. Whether it was air combat or range annihilation, it was the best in the Central Courtyard Continent! Boom—
On the back of the elven dragon, the mages' first round of fire spells blasted out simultaneously, colliding with the black tide that covered the sky.
Locusts fell in large numbers, and the air was filled with a burning smell. A vacuum zone even appeared briefly in the insect swarm!
The crowd had no time to rejoice.
More locusts filled the gap.
Rushing towards the mages like crazy!
Locusts are not very threatening when they act alone, and their appearance is yellow-green. However, when they act in groups, they will form a terrifying group combat power under the interaction of pheromones, and their bodies will turn from yellow-green to oppressive black-yellow. They will fly in groups in the sky, like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky! Buzz buzz buzz——
On the back of an elven dragon, Perun looked at the locusts that covered the sky with a firm gaze, as if he saw the scene of his lover's village being razed to the ground by the locust plague.
"Your Highness!" An elven wizard riding an elven dragon followed closely behind Perron and warned him, "You have never been on a battlefield before, so you'd better be careful and follow me!"
"It's okay, Cillian. I learned some spells in the Temple of Love, which are more than enough to deal with locusts." Peren said.
"But..." Cillian wanted to say something, but when he saw Peren's fearless look, he suddenly felt that this was completely different from the prince in his memory.
More than ten years ago, Cillian, the court wizard, had met Perron once... At that time, Perron's image of a talented, unique taste and romantic wanderer left a very deep impression on Cillian.
Now, Prince Perron has ended his exile and returned to the kingdom. Cillian was surprised to find that he had matured a lot and even went to the battlefield of the National Defense War for the first time!
A prince, a poet, a wanderer! But now he has become his comrade-in-arms, standing by his side... Xilian feels like he is in a dream!
Although Prince Perron is a playboy and has a bad reputation in the Elven Kingdom, he is the only prince after all and is very likely to inherit the throne in the future. Xilian silently vowed to protect the safety of the prince!
The locust army was approaching, and the elven dragon phalanx organized a new round of volleys.
However, there are always gaps in the fire coverage network, and vicious locusts drilled in through these gaps, clinging to the bodies of elven dragons and mages, gnawing at their flesh and blood.
One locust was particularly huge, resembling a humanoid monster, with two yellow-green eyes staring at it, its body covered with black lines, and its wings covered with spots vibrating. It directly broke through the barrier spell, and its forelimbs pierced through the body of an elven wizard, lifted him up high, and then dropped him from mid-air! Perun, with a beard, focused his eyes and plucked his lyre. The notes formed a pink cloud in mid-air, catching his comrade who was about to fall to his death.
“Your Highness——!!” Although his comrade’s chest was pierced, when he saw Peren’s face clearly, an incredible light flashed in his dim eyes. He coughed up blood and said reluctantly, “Thank you… for saving me!”
Peren pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a little guilty and ashamed.
This pink mist spell is the spell of the Temple of Eros.
On many nights, he had used this magic to lead his female companion into the sky.
Now, this cloud has saved his comrades and compatriots! !
“Well done, Your Highness!” Cillian waved his staff, blasted out fireballs, and shot down the locusts in the sky, while saying excitedly, “You saved that guy!”
Perron forced a smile and wanted to say something encouraging, but although he was eloquent, he was as shy as a rookie on the battlefield.
At this moment, Peren's eyes suddenly widened and blood splattered in front of him!
There was a big hole in Cillian's chest, and blood and life quickly disappeared from his body.
Peren turned around tremblingly, only to see that the humanoid locust had appeared behind him at some point, attacking him from a tricky angle...
Cillian, the well-read court wizard, the gentle and kind old elf, blocked the attack for him!
The humanoid locust took out a piece of blurry flesh and blood from Cillian's body, stuffed it into its mouth, and chewed it for a moment.
Perren felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, trembling all over, and reached out to catch Cillian who was falling towards him.
“You… why are you…”
"Your Highness."
Cillian gave a wan smile.
"Glad to see you back."
The elf was no longer moving.
Peren was dazed and in this short moment, many images emerged in his mind.
While his mother was busy with government affairs, he secretly ran to the palace library, where Cillian studied magic and took time to read stories from picture books to himself.
Thinking of how Cillian may not look old, but he is already an old man, he worries that he might smell old, and sometimes asks Perron to help him smell whether he has any strange smell.
He didn't think of himself as a prince, but just as a naughty child, a friend who could chat with him regardless of age difference... In the cold royal family, Perun experienced rare emotions.
Perron released his embrace around Cillian.
Watching Cillian's body falling into the forest, being caught by the freely stretching vines and returning to the embrace of the earth.
Peren turned his head and looked at the humanoid locust.
He covered his hot beating heart with one hand and murmured softly:
"I am not good at magic, nor am I good at fighting skills. Everyone says that I should not be the prince of the elves..."
"Now," Perron said, emphasizing each word, "I finally understand what I want."
"I love fragrant flowers, beautiful girls, fresh bodies, and fiery souls."
Perun's figure was reflected in the compound eyes of the humanoid locust, and he tilted his head in confusion.
His words seemed like talking to himself or praying. As he chanted, his aura continued to rise! "I love the thawing glaciers in spring, the singing fairies in the forest, my relatives, compatriots and friends."
Peren placed his hand on his empty chest, as if something was lost, as if he had lost something extremely precious. He murmured in despair, "Love... How precious, how cruel. Love can bring pain, but it can also give new life to rotten flesh..."
He seemed to be in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. He took a deep breath, looked up at the sky with his shining eyes, and called out:
"God of love, please let me dance at the cost of loneliness for the rest of my life!"
Outside the plane, a divine power poured down, bathing Perun's body.
Under the shocked gazes of the elves around him, Perren's aura continued to rise.
In an instant.
With the enhancement of divine power, Perun achieved the Seven-Ring Holy Land! Boom! !
The raging fire from the lyre turned the human-shaped locusts into ashes.
The dragon-like vortex continued to sweep through the black tide, curbing the invasion of the locusts! The locusts were not afraid of life and death, and they came again. Perun defended Alfheim's airspace with his own strength.
The law of love is a law that is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Sometimes it bursts out with a force more powerful than war, and sometimes it is as weak as a butterfly.
Only with strong emotional resonance can you be favored by this law.
On the battlefield, Perun, who had achieved the Seven-Ring Sanctuary, attracted many eyes.
The Elf Queen only has seven rings, and is no match for the eight-ring Famine Knight. Even with the help of the legendary beast, she can only hold on with difficulty and is already covered with wounds.
Even so, there is absolutely no word of surrender in the dictionary of the proud elves.
Perhaps it was the connection between mother and child, Queen Estelle suddenly sensed Perren's presence and glanced at him, her eyes trembling slightly.
Seeing Perun promoted to the Holy Realm, Queen Estelle felt both relieved and sad.
Fortunately, after ten years, Peren, who ended his exile and returned to the kingdom, has really grown a lot.
The sad thing is that I owed him so much in the first ten years of Perron's life and the past ten years.
And in the next ten years of Peren... I will never be able to see such a scene again!
Queen Estelle showed determination in her eyes, and once again condensed the damaged domain, and resolutely shot arrows at the Famine Knight again!
Clang! He didn't pay any attention at all.
With just a casual slash, the arrow that was gathered with all his strength was shattered into pieces.
An indescribable feeling of oppression enveloped the elven kingdom of Alfheim, as if the apocalypse was incarnated.
The Famine Knight was clad in pitch-black armor, and the empty eye sockets in the gaps of his black helmet emitted cold flames.
He tilted his head slightly in confusion. The love and emotion that filled this battlefield, as well as the warm atmosphere, made him feel upset.
Bang! The Famine Knight clenched his palms, and a ball of withered power suddenly exploded.
The terrifying impact spread out, all the crops in Alfheim withered, and the battlefield was engulfed by the cold and desolate atmosphere!
Famine has become the absolute force and absolute law on this battlefield!
The locusts formed by the divine power of the Famine Knights are increasing instead of decreasing. The dark tide has swallowed up the endless forest and occupied the entire elven plane.
Despair filled the battlefield.
A dejected smile appeared on Peren's face.
"There are many things in this world that cannot be achieved with love alone...then you need..."
"Use fire, my friend."
A voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.
Peren looked around blankly, trying to find the source of the sound.
Suddenly.
Peren stood there in a daze, his face dazed.
Above the dome, the clouds parted and the sun shone brightly. In the dazzling beam of light, a young god appeared. He was wearing a silver-white cloak, holding a shining silver sword, and exuding unparalleled pressure.
Even the will of the Eight-ring True God Famine Knight pales in comparison to the deity before him.
Peren was incredulous. He stared blankly at the figure in the sky and said hoarsely, "Ye, Ye Zhi...?"
Peren was very familiar with that figure.
It was his old friend with whom he had met many times, the Duke of Honeysuckle, Yeats Browndy!
Peren had heard of Ye Zhi's achievement of the sanctuary, and after becoming a temple priest, Peren would not go to other temples to worship. He only knew that a new belief in the God of Food had appeared on the continent, and knew nothing about the God of Food's true identity.
At this moment, sensing the god-like pressure from his old friend, Peren's mind went blank, his throat choked, and he couldn't utter complete words.
What on earth was going on? Could it be that in just one year, Ye Zhi had ascended from a mortal to a god?
Is this really something that humans can do? If so, it can only be described as a miracle! Perron's lips trembled, and he wanted to greet Ye Zhi, but he felt his lips and tongue were dry and it was difficult to speak.
The next moment.
Perron's eyes widened in shock.
In his eyes, a pure, flawless, burning white flame was reflected.
Yeats threw the flame high into the sky.
boom!!
The white flames suddenly exploded, and the fluttering flames fell like meteors, slamming into the black tide and igniting locusts all over the sky!
The powerful force caused an energy tide that spread in all directions, and the entire plane was shaking! ! "Is this actually... the magic used by Ye Zhi?" Perron opened his mouth wide.
The crackling sound of burning continued to echo.
The buzzing of the locusts subsided at an alarming rate!
In the city, the elves looked up with shock in their eyes—
A sea of fire blazed in the sky, and the black tide of locusts was swept away by the flames, revealing the precious and dazzling sunlight! ! Excitement and prayers spread rapidly in the Elf City.
"This must be a miracle!! The gods haven't abandoned us yet!!"
"God, please save your people and eliminate these ugly pests!"
"This, this flame is..."
Outside the city wall, the head of the Holy Tree Guard, Quinna, was moved and spoke incoherently:
"How can there be such a powerful flame?!"
The other Holy Tree Guards were in bewilderment and shock, looking around constantly, unable to believe that they had actually managed to hold the line! They were on the verge of giving up, but the meteor shower that fell from the sky actually turned the tide of the battle!
The white flame burst out with extremely high temperature, and the whole of Alfheim could feel the heat and holy breath of the flame.
And in this flame, it seemed that there was a power to restrain the law of famine. The locusts had no power to resist this white flame! The incident also attracted the attention of the Elf Queen Estelle.
With just one move, this horrific locust plague was wiped out.
Such a powerful divine power greatly shocked Queen Estelle! She raised her exhausted face, wanting to know which god had come to her aid.
Looking up at the figure bathed in light, Queen Estelle's eyes suddenly glowed with hope! Compared to Perron, as the queen, Estelle needed to know more, and naturally knew that a new faith had recently emerged on the Central Courtyard Continent.
In the years when famine was rampant, the God of Food, who was in charge of the kitchen fire, became the embodiment of hope in countless families.
Queen Estelle sent out her spies to search for clues related to the God of Food... On the altar, there was a statue of that young man! "He is the patron saint of the stove and the family. The help of His Excellency the God of Food..."
Queen Estelle said tiredly, "Perun, you must obey the orders of the God of Food and fight against the natural disaster together with him."
"Yes." Peren nodded respectfully, with turbulent waves in his heart.
Yeats...the chosen one of art whom I have known for many years...has now become the God of Cookery!
Shock, admiration, gratitude... complex emotions intertwined together, Perron's face was moved, he looked up at Yeats under the sky, and said loudly:
"Mr. God of Food, I am here to help you!!"
"Just take care of your people."
Ye Zhi raised the sword in his hand and faced the Famine Knight with a cold and arrogant look.
"I am enough to deal with Him alone!"
The Famine Knight remained indifferent, just looked at Yeats and slowly raised the scales in his left hand.
The Book of Revelation records.
“When he opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, ‘Come!’ I looked, and behold, a black horse. And his rider had a scale in his hand.”
The balance was the symbol of the Law of Famine! A cold and strange aura emanated from the balance, and cracks appeared in the space. The cracks expanded rapidly, forming a desolate and silent territory.
Realm: The desolate realm!
Any living creature shrouded in the desolate realm will lose its vitality and physical strength at an alarming rate, and this power will also be fed back to the Famine Knight, making him even more difficult to deal with.
Ye Zhi looked around and found that the terrain of this desolate area looked familiar and was very similar to a bottomless pit.
Thinking of the locust power of the Famine Knight, Yeats had already guessed the true identity under his helmet:
Abaddon, the angel who has been guarding the bottomless pit alone for a thousand years and has become half-human and half-ghost due to the corrosion of the breath of hell.
Abaddon was hated by the Celestials during his lifetime, and after his death he was made into a vessel for the Famine Knights.
Ye Zhi couldn't help but think of the previous conversation with Abaddon. He remembered that he said that he had his own mission... He had a clear conscience as he walked on the road to fulfilling his mission.
"You are worthy of the heaven, but the heaven is worthy of you."
Ye Zhi stared at the knight on the black horse and black armor, and whispered, "Well, my friend, let me give you a ride!"
The Avalon Divine Realm unfolds, carrying the power of the holy land, and collides violently with the Desolate Realm!
The clash between the two realms shook Alfheim and drew the surprised gazes of Peren and Queen Estelle.
"This is the contest between the eight-ring true gods..." Perun said with awe.
Estelle stared at him, and suddenly asked, "You and that God of Cookery...seem to know each other?"
"I almost beat him at the poetry competition."
The bearded elf half-jokingly wrinkled his eyes and shook his head in self-mockery:
"That was a long, long time ago."
In the field.
The Famine Knight slashed down the black sword, instantly tearing a crack in the domain. In the crack, there seemed to be countless wriggling bloody mouths, with a hunger to devour everything. Suddenly, thousands of dead souls rushed out of the crack!
"You are using the domain as a talisman!"
Ye Zhi complained while activating the Law of Sword. Holy swords shot out in unison, extremely sharp, strangling the Famine Knight!
Ding ding——
The Famine Knight shook the scales in his hand.
The balance unexpectedly transformed into a huge pocket, swallowing up epic holy swords such as Broken Steel, Durandal, and Balmunk! Ye Zhi was slightly shocked that he had lost contact with these weapons! Fortunately, these weapons could not dominate the battle, and they could be taken back as long as the Famine Knight was killed...Ye Zhi changed his strategy, drew his bow and arrow from a distance, and the majestic energy condensed into a white arrow, which suddenly shot into the sky!
Thousands of arrows fired at once!
The arrows simultaneously carried two completely different auras of moonlight and dark night, splitting into a rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun.
The Famine Knight immediately raised the black sword high, and behind him, a nightmare visible to the naked eye appeared!
Eighth ring spell, Hungry Nightmare! The nightmare's body continued to expand, its face blurred, but it exuded a strange aura, a kind of mental offensive against the soul.
The arrows shot down were redirected by the spiritual power surrounding Nightmare, all of them deviated from their paths and missed!
Ye Zhi smiled coldly, and a seven-stringed harp of light condensed in his hand!
Seeing this exquisitely crafted lyre, the expressions of Perun and Queen Estelle changed.
The lyre of the God of Light is a symbol of musical authority and the origin of the profession of bard.
According to legend, the God of Light and the Shepherd Pan competed in musical instruments. Pan played a lullaby with Pan's flute, while the God of Light played light music with his lyre, breaking his opponent's trick!
Therefore, the Lyre of the God of Light can counter all spiritual attacks in the world through soothing music! "Isn't he the God of Food? How can he have the Lyre of the God of Light?" Estelle asked in surprise.
"He was originally chosen by the God of Art." Perun said truthfully, "Being a bard is his main profession! The notes flowed from the strings and surrounded the nightmare, causing it to shrink rapidly and finally disappear.
The Famine Knight remained unmoved, and simply raised his hand to summon locusts.
The locusts wrapped around the bone-winged black horse under him, gathering more and more, so dense that it made one's scalp tingle.
Gradually, the locusts pieced together a huge black tide warship! ! The bow, mast, and deck of the warship were all made of black locusts. The appearance was rough and spectacular, but a closer look made people feel sick.
The warship floated under the black clouds, and the Famine Knight stood on the deck, drawing his sword and swinging it. With a thunderous roar, the warship rushed towards Yeats! ! It was like the Noah's Ark in the myth, which could not be destroyed even by the flood, but was filled with the breath of evil and decay.
Perron and Estelle couldn't help but hold their breath.
This was a full-strength attack from the Eight-Ring True God! The entire city of Alfheim could be reduced to ashes by this attack!
The battleship roared in.
The rough bow statue and the black and gold shell of the locust clinging to the statue were reflected in Yeats' pupils.
The words of the goddess Minerva suddenly appeared in my mind.
"The Law of Food is the most powerful thing in the world that can restrain the Law of Famine."
"And the everlasting fire is the key to ending famine!"
Ye Zhi spread out his palms, in which a ball of white flame was burning.
Pushing the divine power to the limit, the stove fire suddenly rose, and the flames that shot up into the sky were brilliant and magnificent! !
"Come, let me pass the fire to you--!!"
Ye Zhi roared and threw the sacred fire in his hand.
Originating from the Fire Country plane, the holy fire that is even more fierce than the 'Fire of Muspelheim' suddenly erupted with a temperature higher than the surface of the sun!
The holy flame collided with the Black Tide battleship and ignited it instantly!
boom!!
The fire spread rapidly along the tightly connected locusts, forming an uncontrollable sea of fire! Flames shot up into the sky, and shocking explosions sounded in succession.
The Kuroshio battleship broke apart in the middle, splitting into two. In the sea of fire, both halves of the ship were devoured by the holy fire! !
The firelight reflected in the eyes of the Elf Queen and Prince Perron, and both of them showed strong shock on their faces! At this moment.
Perron's pupils trembled, his Adam's apple rolled, he held his breath, and suddenly understood the profound meaning of Yeats' words.
Things that love alone cannot conquer—
Just burn it with fire!
The entire Elf Kingdom was illuminated by fire.
The elves stared up at the sky blankly, shocked and dazed by the rays of light that looked like a sea of fire.
"Is this... a miracle from the God of Fire?" murmured a sacred tree guard.
Guard leader Quinna took a deep breath and looked respectful: "No, that is the fire of the God of Food, the holy fire that allows life to continue in years of famine!"
The aftermath of the explosion spread towards the Famine Knight.
Just one hit.
The Famine Knight had already suffered a severe blow! His body was in a state of disarray, emitting black smoke all over his body. He rallied himself shakily, raised the scales, and looked at Yeats.
A hoarse voice came from under His helmet.
"It is my mission to die for a greater purpose..."
"I, the angel Abaddon, the watcher of Hell... I never regret anything."
Boom! The Famine Knight crushed the scales.
Rays of light flew out from it, turned into the shape of a holy sword, and returned to Ye Zhi's side.
The more terrifying black fog, carrying the aura of decay and withering, spread rapidly in all directions! "Not good!"
Queen Estelle turned pale as if struck by lightning: "He wants to die together with me!"
A black fog of desolation and despair enveloped the elven kingdom of Alfheim.
The lush and endless forest withered and died in just a few moments.
The long-lived and handsome elf was shrouded in black fog and aged rapidly.
The vibrant kingdom of elves has turned into a gloomy and dead place, just like an old man who has become so hungry that he has no strength left... There is no more light of life flowing!
Queen Estelle trembled all over...the most terrible thing happened.
Even though the God of Food defeated the Famine Knight and accomplished a great feat, he was ultimately unable to stop the spread of the Law of Famine!
Just at this moment.
A gentle voice sounded in Queen Estelle's ears.
"Don't worry."
The handsome young man said softly, "God has not abandoned you."
In Yeats's palm, there is a white swan made of crystal, sleeping quietly.
Immediately, the white swan spread its wings and flew out of his hands.
In an instant.
The swan spread out into a breeze, bringing with it the breath of revived life, blowing across Alfheim.
On the old trees, the dead branches trembled slightly, and tender green buds broke through the ground; the muddy streams became clear again; the faces of the elves glowed again! The excited elves were moved, in awe and gratitude, and offered praises and prayers one after another.
"Thank you for your spring breeze and holy fire, which bring us new life and prosperity!"
"Praise the God of the Hearth and Home!"
Standing on the green and revitalized grass, Queen Estelle breathed a long sigh of relief and looked up at the gods in the sky with reverence and gratitude.
“God has not abandoned us.”
Estelle felt as if a huge rock had fallen from her heart. She gently closed her eyes and whispered:
“Praise the God of Food!”
At this point, the Famine Knights were completely wiped out.
The law of famine that He detonated before His death did not cause much waves in the face of the "Wind of Revival" that Yeats had already prepared.
Yeats was flying high in the sky, overlooking the fairy kingdom full of singing birds and blooming flowers, and he couldn't help but smile.
But soon, a sense of vigilance crept into his heart.
"Both the Famine Knight and the Plague Knight have fallen, but the remaining two knights, the War Knight and the Death Knight, will only be more difficult to deal with..."
Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Even the former God King may be an enemy rather than a friend... We still can't underestimate the enemy!"
In the sky, a brown owl flapped its wings and flew over.
Yeats recognized it as Minerva's messenger and raised his arm to catch the owl.
"That's neatly done, Yeats."
The owl brought Minerva's divine message, with praise and gratitude: "I witnessed everything in the heavens... This operation can be called perfect. You may even become the new patron saint of the elven plane!"
Ye Zhi complained: "So you just keep watching from the sky without doing anything?"
The owl tilted its head, flapped its wings and flew away, continuing to help Minerva patrol the kingdom of elves. And Minerva's voice continued to ring.
"Guiding you is also a very important task, isn't it?" Minerva smiled slightly, "Okay, I will prepare your reward as agreed... Remember to return to Asgard, dear God of Food!"
The divine communication technique is cut off.
Ye Zhi was thoughtful... Asgard had lost so many gods, there must be a lot of good things hidden in it! Thinking of this, Ye Zhi couldn't help but look forward to the reward mentioned by Minerva.
Ye Zhi's eyes fell on Perron on the ground, and he activated his divine power and slowly descended.
"Why do you have a beard?" Yeats said with a smile. "It doesn't look like you."
The bearded elf looked much older, with a gleam in his eyes, and shook his head dumbly:
"This is a long story... I'll tell you when I get a chance, Your Excellency the God of Cookery."
Compared to the elf with boundless love, Perun's temperament has changed greatly. At this moment, he is more like a mature elf prince.
Yeats felt a little emotional. As time passed, he was promoted from a mortal to a god, and his old friends also changed a lot.
What Ye Zhi could be sure of was that Peren still believed in love... just like he still believed in drugging... oh no, he believed in cooking! The Elf Queen patiently waited for Ye Zhi and Peren to exchange greetings, then stepped forward, knelt on both knees, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency the God of Food, I am the Queen of Alfheim, the current Elf Kingdom... You saved us, please accept my highest respect and gratitude!"
Seeing his mother kneeling, Perun did not dare to stand, and immediately knelt down, echoing: "Please accept our respect!"
"Fighting the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse is not just a matter for the human race. It is also closely related to other races." Ye Zhi said calmly, "There is no need to perform such a grand ceremony."
The gratitude in Queen Estelle's eyes became more and more obvious, and she said softly:
"If there is anything we can do to repay you, please tell us and we will do our best!"
Yeats suddenly had a bold idea.
Perhaps it would be possible to let the kingdom of elves believe in a new patron saint, and I could also gain the power of faith from it?
But he was a human after all, so he had to slowly work out how to make the elves believe in a foreign god...Ye Zhi coughed lightly and said, "I'd like to trouble you to help me find clues related to the God of Light in the Kingdom of Elves!"
"Of course! Please, Lord God of Food, come back with me to the palace and allow me to host a banquet for you!" said Estelle.
"No need. I'll just meditate and wait here. You go as soon as possible and come back." Ye Zhi said.
Estelle remembered that the person in front of her was the God of Food. No matter how exquisite the dishes in the palace were, they would not satisfy the God of Food. She knew that she had said something wrong, and her face was slightly embarrassed. She whispered, "To be honest, there is indeed a heritage related to the God of Light in Alfheim."
"In addition, I am willing to be the master and give a divine weapon to Your Excellency the God of Food as a token of gratitude for saving our clan!"
The artifact mentioned by the Elf Queen is called "Cloud Ship". Its ancient name is extremely complicated and is called "Skidbladnir".
This ship has the quality of a legendary artifact and can be extended and retracted at will. When extended to its maximum, it can carry all the gods of Asgard, comparable to Noah's Ark. When folded, it can become the size of a handkerchief.
When the sails of the cloud ship are raised, it can turn into a gust of wind and escape quickly, and even the messenger god who is good at running cannot catch up.
"The cloud boat can sail in the sky, on the sea, or on land. It was once the means of transportation for the God of Fertility. I have been recognized as the master of the cloud boat. Now, I am willing to give it to you. I hope you will not despise it." Estelle said.
The Cloud Ship is one of the few ship-shaped artifacts recorded in Norse mythology, and can be compared with the 'Fingernail Ship', the mount of the goddess of death.
Yeats had long been interested in sailing and gladly accepted.
The more escape artifacts, the better. This is called stability! Another item, the inheritance of the God of Light, opened Ye Zhi's eyes even more.
Deep in the treasury of the Elf Palace, there was a longbow gleaming with golden light. Next to the longbow was a quiver filled with silver arrows.
"This is the [Golden Bow and Silver Arrow] of the God of Light. It is also the symbol of His authority in archery. After His death, it fell into the Elf Kingdom and was collected by my ancestors in this palace."
Estelle said: "It is a shame to say that people have tried to pull the bowstring of this golden bow for nearly a thousand years, but no one has succeeded..."
Her gentle gaze fell on the golden bow that exuded a sharp aura, and Estelle said softly:
"I guess the [Golden Bow and Silver Arrow] is still waiting for its destined master."
Ye Zhi's eyes lit up.
The God of Light is also known as the God of Long-Shooting, and is famous in the Nine Realms for his archery skills.
The [Golden Bow and Silver Arrow] in front of him is not only a divine weapon, but also a symbol of his authority as the God of Archery! As long as he can inherit the [Golden Bow and Silver Arrow], his archery attainments will rise to unprecedented heights, surpassing fighting and swordsmanship in one fell swoop!
"I accepted it without hesitation—"
Yeats said righteously:
"This golden bow and silver arrow are meant for me!"
Estelle was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Of course... It's our honor that you are satisfied with these thank-you gifts!"
The elves are indeed a race favored by all gods. Ye Zhi was very satisfied with these two gifts. They are very practical even at the ninth ring!
"Minerva's reward can't be worse than these two gifts, right?"
Ye Zhi couldn't help but feel excited.
"It would be better to give me a few more godhoods so that I can be in charge of a few more areas... I think the god of agriculture who is in charge of farming is very suitable!"
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(End of this chapter)
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