Originally, the awakening of professions governed by other gods by the Elf race was not something to be alarmed about in the Elf Forest.
But everything changed two hundred years ago when those three immortal old men moved into the Fountain of Life.
They condemned the elves who had awakened other professions as rebels who had betrayed the Elf Goddess!
It was precisely because of these rebellious beings that the Elf Forest lost the protection of the goddess, and the elves could no longer communicate with the goddess of heaven.
After Anna awakened her Shadow Archer class, she chose to flee the Elf Forest.
It was because she had witnessed a sister awaken the Holy Light attribute and was executed by the guards directly under those three old immortals shortly after!
Perhaps since that time, the elves have long since ceased to be the same as they once were!
Ellen's pupils contracted slightly.
She had gathered intelligence on the Elven Royal Court and knew that the elders lived in seclusion, but she never expected the truth to be so unbearable.
As a descendant of royalty, Anna's revelation, imbued with the pain of blood ties, carries more weight than any other intelligence.
Even so, the Elf race might not be able to stop the top legendary powerhouses of the Holy Dragon Continent from the Enlightenment Society!
Bypassing the terrifying vine wall constructed of twisted thorns and the corpses of their compatriots, the thick, almost tangible stench of blood and decay weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
Anna's steps did not falter in the slightest; beneath the frozen emotions deep within her shadowy eyes lay a flame suppressed to the extreme.
Ellen, Mark, Enzo, and Monica followed closely behind, the intense magical fluctuations remaining in the air like invisible road signs.
It guided them through the desolate forest, speeding towards the council palace at the heart of the royal court, a place that once symbolized the glory and harmony of the elves.
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The once peaceful and serene Elf Royal Court Square has now become a battlefield ravaged by magic.
The tall, ancient tree was barren and its branches were withered, and the exquisite vine sculptures were broken and scattered all over the ground.
The ground was covered with trenches and frost marks left by the energy impact, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of elemental annihilation and a faint stench of blood.
Four figures draped in dark gray cloaks hovered in mid-air.
The enormous, bizarre eye pattern on the cloak, seemingly capable of peering into the soul, glowed faintly amidst the turbulent flow of magic.
They are the four wise men from the Enlightenment Society who led this operation.
Farrell the Lamplighter, Serantia the Heartless, Langustu the Silent One, and Campion the Dream Weaver.
Four legendary levels of pressure intertwined and swirled, like heavy leaden clouds, shrouding the entire royal court.
Opposite them, the remaining forces of the Elven Royal Court had barely managed to gather.
Elf Queen Aria Eldrinval stood at the very front.
She wore a bright green battle robe adorned with stars and diamonds, and a crown of thorns symbolizing the authority of nature, her face still maintaining the majesty of a queen.
But the knuckles gripping the staff were white from the force, and deep in his eyes was an undisguised weariness and indignation.
Behind her were several legendary elven warriors, their bodies wounded and their auras fluctuating, as well as a group of royal guards who, though their faces showed fear, still gripped their weapons tightly.
"Madmen of the Enlightenment Society!" Queen Elia's clear voice tried to penetrate the mental pressure exerted by the other party. "Desecrating the sacred land and slaughtering my race! Leave the Elf Forest immediately, or there will be no place for you on the Holy Dragon Continent!"
"If we retreat now, considering that a greater disaster has not yet occurred, the Elven race may... let bygones be bygones!"
She spoke the last four words with extraordinary difficulty; it was the greatest concession she, as queen, could make to preserve the crumbling royal court.
She is probably the most humiliated elf queen in history!
"Let bygones be bygones? Ha..." Her response was a cold sneer from "The Heartless" Serantia.
Two eerie lights seemed to flicker in the shadows beneath his hood, and his voice carried a strange rhythm that could stir up negative emotions:
"Queen Eliria, put away your laughable bluff. If it were three hundred years ago, when the Elven race was at its peak, with that epic ranger wielding 'Moonfall' in charge and seven epic elders dominating the surrounding areas, let alone the four of us, even the combined forces of the Harvest Church and the Dark Church would have been defeated."
His words, like cold, venomous snakes, burrowed into the ears of every elf, mercilessly tearing open their deepest wounds and fears.
"But the Elven race today?" Serantia's voice suddenly rose, filled with undisguised contempt and mockery, "has long been hollowed out by time, leaving only a magnificent but empty shell!"
“Look around you, look at those ‘living dead’ elders who are hiding deep in the Fountain of Life, barely clinging to life, and who don’t even dare to show themselves when the royal court is breached!”
“Look at your fading legend! Look at these…” He casually pointed to the guards below, their faces contorted with pain or rage, “…weak and incompetent guards! What right do you have to talk about having a place to live?”
"Insolence!" roared a male elven legend wielding a longbow engulfed in emerald flames. The bowstring was instantly drawn back, and an arrow, purely formed from raging natural magic, was aimed directly at Thrantia.
He is Galadriel, the "Wind Shooter," one of the legendary warriors still capable of fighting for the Royal Court.
However, just as the arrow was about to leave the bowstring, "The Speechless One" Langustu slightly raised his withered hand.
Without chanting or incantation, an invisible force field instantly spread out, enveloping Galadriel and the space around her!
Galadriel opened his mouth but could not make a sound. Even the surging natural magic within him seemed to be forcibly choked, and the process of condensing the arrow was instantly interrupted and dissipated!
The magical arrow that was about to take shape vanished silently, like a bubble that had been punctured.
Galadriel's face paled, and she let out a muffled groan. The backlash of magic made her sway, and her eyes were filled with shock and frustration.
“A futile struggle.” Langustu’s voice was like sandpaper rubbing, carrying a deathly power that stripped away the ability to speak and cast spells. “Before us, the magic of the elves… is far too inferior.”
Upon seeing this, the Elf Queen Eliria's pupils contracted sharply, and she slammed her staff, inlaid with a massive emerald, down heavily: "In the name of the stars and the forest! Drive out the invaders!"
She couldn't wait any longer.
The three epic elders remained unresponsive, as if they were dead. If they waited any longer, the fighting spirit of their kin in the square would likely be completely worn down.
At her command, several legendary elves attacked simultaneously!
Emerald green thorny vines burst forth from the ground like a giant, living python, coiling around the four people in the air.
A raging hurricane, carrying sharp blades of leaves, swept away.
The pure moonlight transformed into purifying beams, attempting to dispel the evil aura emanating from the other party.
The four members of the Enlightenment Society, however, seemed quite at ease.
Farrell, the "Lamplighter," stepped forward, and the eye pattern on his cloak suddenly lit up, shooting out a sharp, penetrating beam of pale light.
The beam of light seemed to pierce through all illusions, shining upon those seemingly impenetrable magical attacks.
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