Chapter 459: The Crisis of the Winged People
The Winged People have had a hard time recently.
A plague broke out suddenly, and a large number of the usually strong Winged People fell down. What terrified them most was that the light therapy was ineffective!
As members of the tribe were infected with the plague one after another and their lives were in danger, the clan leader and elders tried every possible means, even at the cost of their own health, to save some of their members.
The clan leader and elders used forbidden techniques to bring the plague upon themselves, then entered an ice cave and isolated themselves from the outside world. Now their lives are uncertain.
As for the three thousand winged people taken away by Prince Mnemo, most of them were children who were not infected with the plague.
They are the future of the Winged People and must be well protected.
However, the Winged People never expected that the northern outpost was attacked by a mysterious force, and Prince Mnemo, Princess Siti and three thousand Winged People were all missing.
The situation over there is unclear. The southern outpost has been invaded by the orcs again, and today it is endangering the entire village.
If it weren't for the help of these eleven high-level magicians, the orcs would have succeeded.
The village chief told the guests who came from afar about what had happened recently.
It is truly commendable that these magicians traveled thousands of miles to the Santa Nia Mountains just to respond to a letter for help from a friend.
They are trustworthy friends and should be treated with sincerity.
After hearing the village chief's words, all the members of Team Light were moved.
Unexpectedly, the Winged People were almost wiped out. Fortunately, they came and helped them resolve part of the crisis.
The Winged People belong to the light camp and have always guarded the Saint Nia Mountains. If the dark forces want to develop eastward, they must either take the sea route or cross the mountains.
The sea is unpredictable, sea monsters are rampant, and if you are not careful, you will encounter a tsunami, and your ship will be destroyed and people will die. If you encounter pirates, you will lose everything.
In comparison, crossing the San Nia Mountains is much safer.
As long as we destroy the Winged People and take control of the mountains, we can develop smoothly towards the east.
As a result, the orcs, who had always had a grudge against the winged people, became the vanguard of the dark forces.
The God of Darkness really has a good plan.
Now that they are here, we must help them to the end and never let the Dark God's conspiracy succeed.
The Elf King looked at the village chief and asked meaningfully, "Is the plague really a plague?"
Shu Li came back to his senses, full of confusion.
Why do you ask?
Couldn't the Winged People tell if it was a plague? They were a purely light-savvy species, each skilled in healing.
The village chief sighed, shook his head, and said, "We originally thought it was a plague, but it wasn't until we saw the Moldovans on the battlefield today that we realized... it's a curse!"
He clenched his fists and pounded the armrest of the chair.
Only a curse can harm all winged people on a large scale, and ordinary healing techniques are powerless.
That's why the clan leader and elders came up with the forbidden technique to transfer the "plague".
Now, most of the tribesmen are still weak, and there are less than 20,000 winged warriors who can go to the battlefield.
Twenty thousand soldiers guarding ten mountain strongholds was a drop in the bucket, and the orcs took the opportunity to launch a war against them.
The village chief felt fortunate again and secretly thanked Princess Siti.
If she hadn't sent a letter for help to her friends, the magicians would not have come to the Sannia Mountains.
Without the magician's help, the Winged People would be wiped out today.
"Why would the Moldos help the orcs?" Nasha said angrily. "Since they believe in the moon goddess, Metterlena, they should belong to the light camp."
It is unbelievable that the light camp would join the dark forces.
The village chief narrowed his eyes and said, "I have sent people to interrogate the prisoners."
Morrissey raised his lip and said, "They'd better confess, otherwise—"
He doesn't mind using some tricks.
As a former dark elf, he often deals with dark races and has some shady drugs on hand.
Although most of the medicines were sent to the underground auction house after he turned back into a white elf, he still kept some on him in case of emergency.
Of course, he hoped he would never have to use it.
Sadler glanced at him, a look of disapproval in his golden eyes.
Morrissey sensed his displeasure and touched his nose.
After being a dark elf for a long time, one will always be cautious and the way of doing things cannot be changed all of a sudden.
White elves are kind and pure, but that doesn't mean they have no scheming. Otherwise, they would suffer great losses when traveling across the continent.
While everyone was discussing, a winged warrior hurried into the hall.
"Chief, a Moldovan wants to see you."
The village chief frowned: "To see me?"
"Yes." The Winged Warrior said, "He said that only after meeting you would he be willing to tell you why they helped the orcs attack the Winged People."
The village chief looked at the magicians and asked for their opinions.
Shu Li thought for a moment and said, "Then let him come over. We can understand the situation together."
The village chief nodded and said to the Winged Warrior, "Bring him here."
"Yes." The winged warrior exited the hall.
Five minutes later, a black-haired man with hemp ropes tied all over his body and a cloth ball stuffed in his mouth was brought in by the winged warriors.
Shu Li looked at the other person carefully.
This is a man who looks to be in his forties. He is handsome, tall, and dressed in gorgeous clothes. He wears exquisite and expensive forehead rings, necklaces, arm rings, and anklets. His feet are bare, and the tattoos on the instep extend to his calves, forming a complex totem.
Judging from his temperament and dress, he must have a very high status among the Moldovan people.
Even as a captive, the man still held his head high and chest puffed out with pride, his deep blue eyes filled with mockery.
The village chief's face was icy. How could a captive dare to be so arrogant?
Was he mocking them for not daring to take the cloth ball out of his mouth?
Shu Li stretched out his finger and gently poked the Elf King's arm.
The Elf King is proficient in black magic, and there must be a way to make the black-haired man's curse ineffective.
Receiving the hint from the goblin, the Elf King stood up and walked slowly to the black-haired man.
The black-haired man was slightly startled, rolling his eyes and looking at the blond young man in front of him with a provocative look.
The Elf King had deep green eyes. He suddenly stretched out his finger and touched the black-haired man's brow, then recited a short spell in a low voice.
The black-haired man's body trembled, and he was horrified to find that there was an extra seal in his body, which imprisoned his curse ability.
The Elf King pulled the cloth out of his mouth and said with a faint smile, "Now, you can speak properly."
"...What did you do to me!" the black-haired man asked hoarsely.
The Elf King walked slowly back to his seat. "A simple imprisonment black spell."
Hearing the word "black magic", not only the black-haired man was shocked, but even the leader of the Winged People Village was secretly frightened.
When he glanced at the badge pinned on the blond magician's chest, Fang discovered that he was a seventh-element magician.
It's not surprising that a seventh-level magician knows black magic.
After losing his curse ability, the black-haired man finally realized he was a captive. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want to know?"
Shu Li raised his eyebrows.
He is flexible and a tough guy.
The village chief asked sternly, "Why did the Moldo tribe help the Orcs attack the Winged People? How did you manage to curse the entire Winged People? Is that mysterious force in the north of the mountains you?"
The black-haired man curled his lips and said, "If possible, the Moldo people do not want to be enemies with the Winged People."
"Hey, don't tell us you have any shameful reasons." Hector said sarcastically.
People who have done something wrong will always find various excuses to shirk their guilt.
Those relatives who had seized my father's inheritance all complained with tears and snot, as if they had suffered a great injustice.
But it was they who seized the property, and it was also they who turned their backs on us.
Hearing this, the black-haired man turned and glared at Hector.
Hector folded his arms and stared back coldly, showing no sign of weakness.
After a while, the black-haired man was defeated, withdrew his gaze, and looked dejected.
"Everything... is for the Saint of our clan..."
His name was Isaiah, and he had a twin sister named Eliza. The brother and sister were gifted, and were better than anyone else in both curses and divination. On their fifteenth birthday, they participated in a sacrifice to the moon god.
Irisa suddenly became psychic and summoned the gods. Although the time was short, all the tribesmen saw a black shadow on the altar.
So, she naturally became the new saint of the Moldovan people.
At that time, Isaiah was not yet the head of the clan, and he and three other young men were chosen to be the guards of the saint.
Because of her innocence, Lisa is proud to be a saint, and because of her psychic nature, she often prays at the altar.
At the age of eighteen, she became an adult and it was time for her to choose a husband.
Yes, Moldovan saints can get married.
The young men of the same age in the tribe were all eager to express their love to the saint enthusiastically. However, the saint ignored them, often hiding in the temple and refusing to communicate with anyone.
Isaiah was puzzled, so one day he went into the temple to talk to his sister, but he unexpectedly found his sister kneeling in front of the altar, communicating with a dark shadow.
Her beautiful face was full of love for the shadow.
Isaiah was so surprised that he accidentally made a noise, startling his sister who was at the altar.
The shadow suddenly disappeared. The sister turned around in panic and was relieved to find that it was her own brother.
Isaiah asked his sister what the black shadow was.
The younger sister bit her lip and said in an obsessed tone: "Brother, do you know? I fell in love with a god..."
Isaiah was shocked: "Elisa, what are you talking about?"
The Moldovan saints can communicate with spirits, but there has never been a case of a saint falling in love with a god.
This is not allowed!
Elisa asked in confusion, "Brother, can't I fall in love with a god?"
Isaiah said, "Of course not! We are human!"
The gods are high and mighty, with infinite lifespans, while humans are humble and have short lifespans, so it is impossible for them to be together.
Elisa covered her ears, unwilling to listen to her brother's advice.
Since she has become a saint and possesses psychic powers, why can't she fall in love with a god?
Moreover, this god was willing to be with her as long as... she did a small favor.
Isaiah thought his sister was young and would figure things out with some guidance, but he never expected her to be so bold.
One dark and windy night, she disappeared without a trace. No matter how hard the tribesmen searched for her, it was no use.
Even divination has lost its effect.
The Moldovan saint has disappeared.
It was not until a year ago that Isaiah and the elders divined and finally discovered the whereabouts of the saint.
She is in the distant country of Cecilia!
Isaiah and his people rushed to Cecilia desperately to meet the current king (Kong) Danton Trick, hoping that he would allow them to bring back the saint of the Moldo people.
However, Denton Trick refused.
He said that the Moldovan saint was his mother and the queen mother of Cecilia, and he must not leave.
unless--
"Unless what?" Desio asked anxiously.
Isaiah closed his eyes and said, "Unless the Moldovans help him unify the continent."
Everyone in the hall gasped.
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