Chapter 485: Elves and Fairies Go to Battle
Ten days ago, after the Elf King returned to the Elf Kingdom, he immediately summoned the elders and selected elves and goblin warriors over a thousand years old to form a legion to fight against the God of Darkness.
All the elves and fairies under a thousand years old have quit. Why can't they join the battle?
Among them, Ilio jumped the highest.
He was only five or six hundred years old and had once been the youngest elf. Even if the age requirement for participating in the war was lowered by two or three hundred years, he would still not meet the requirement.
"I don't think we should set a strict age limit," Ilio said with a smile. "Any elf or goblin above the level of a mage can participate."
He is a god of law and fully meets the requirements.
Hearing this, the high-ranking wizard's elves were no longer happy. (Except for minors, all elves were at or above the level of a Mage Saint.)
"Don't be so stuck at level. Why not lower yourself to a high-level archmage?"
In the Crystal Castle, the elves and fairies gathered together and discussed the matter. The intermediate and senior wizards expressed their dissatisfaction.
We are all great wizards, why should we exclude them?
Soon, the magician and the goblins below him joined the ranks of opposition, expressing their own opinions, and the whole hall was in an uproar.
The underage elves and fairies looked at each other, and were infected by the atmosphere and joined in the fun.
"King, we want to go to war together!"
"King, let's go and see it!"
"We are fairies born in the same batch as Sperien, and we request to join the battle—"
"Sperian said he wanted to be a hero who saved the world, and we want to be heroes too!"
As if a switch had been pressed, the youngsters who worshipped Sperian began to speak enthusiastically, instantly drowning out other voices. The adult elves and goblins all shut up, watching the little ones jumping around with a headache.
The Elf King sat on the magnificent throne, leisurely drinking flower tea, and kindly looked at several fairy cubs sitting on the plates on the table, holding fruits in their arms, chewing them while fighting for their chance to fight.
When the discussion in the hall died down, the Elf King put down his teacup and finally announced the result.
All fairies and elf warriors above the level of senior wizard and over 500 years old will form a legion and declare war on the Kingdom of Cecilia three days later.
Suddenly, different sounds were heard in the hall. Those who were selected cheered, those who were not selected sighed, the cubs were angry and cried loudly, and the adult elves and goblins who took care of them were busy trying to coax them.
Efit looked at the bustling palace and was very curious.
From the time I was purified by Sperien and turned back into a white elf, to the few days in the Elf Kingdom, I frequently felt unprecedented warmth and joy.
There is no obvious hierarchy among the elves and fairies. Everyone gets along with each other in a friendly manner and cares for each other. They take care of minors meticulously and treat everyone equally. Every elf and fairy must participate in labor and enjoy each day leisurely, without neglecting study and entertainment.
Eating delicious food, wearing high-end and gorgeous robes, and wearing exquisite and high-defense jewelry, it is as if you have fallen into a golden nest and have endless blessings.
It's so unreal.
Whenever Ephett was embraced by the elves who cared for him, he often felt uncomfortable.
Today, the Elf King has returned, and the Crystal Castle is bustling with activity. The elves and fairies enjoy delicious food and chat in a harmonious atmosphere. Even when there are disagreements, they don't exclude each other, but rather engage in healthy competition, such as on-the-spot competitions.
Although they are proficient in magic, they each hold a sword during the competition, fighting back and forth without using any sword moves. It is purely a fight of force, which is very entertaining. The elves and fairies watching applaud and cheer for them from time to time, livening up the atmosphere.
The Elf King was humble and allowed his people to do whatever they wanted, occasionally making comments and guiding the contestants on the spot to address their shortcomings.
As the elves and fairies being guided, they listened carefully to the teachings of the Elf King.
Everything is completely different from the dark elves.
Listening to beautiful music, eating delicious fresh fruit, and watching his fellow tribesmen living in harmony, Efit's eyes moistened. When Luke looked at him in confusion, he concealed his feelings by lowering his head and drinking his juice.
He is less than five hundred years old and does not meet the requirements for participating in the war, so try to make as many potions as possible and provide them to the legion as strategic supplies!
Speaking of potions, we have to say that the Elf Kingdom and the Fairy Forest are a paradise of herbs with everything. Many potions that were previously impossible to prepare can now be put on the agenda.
After receiving the message from the Elf King, Danlov immediately convened a meeting in the Magic Tower.
The Alliance of Light has already made preparations to defeat the God of Darkness, just waiting for an opportunity.
Now, the opportunity has arrived.
The human race, the dwarf race, the goblin race, the winged race, the mermaid race, the dragon race, the orc race, and the newly joined sea elves race all sent representatives to attend the meeting, ready to obey the command of the leader of light at any time and launch an attack on the country of Cecilia.
Magic Associations and Swordsman Associations from around the world issue missions, allowing adventurers and mercenaries to go to the battlefield.
Half a month ago, Danlov sent out magicians of the Saint level to lobby kings of various countries and invite them to join this unprecedented war of light.
The current king of Cecilia is the reincarnation of the God of Darkness. He is ambitious and seeks to bring darkness back to the Austin continent. If he is not stopped, the war of the gods from ten thousand years ago will be repeated. At that time, no country will be able to escape unscathed. Life will be devastated, all things will be destroyed, the nation will cease to exist, and humanity will be enslaved by darkness, never to see the light of day again.
The kings of various countries were hesitant at first, but as various tribes on the continent dispatched their troops and even the legendary elves and goblins appeared, they had to believe that the God of Darkness had returned.
No wonder that in the past twenty or thirty years, the Kingdom of Cecilia has been constantly at war, destroying more than a dozen surrounding countries and wantonly expanding its territory. The iron hooves of the Black Knights have flattened the royal cities of these countries and killed countless rebellious people.
The lobbying magic saints also told the kings of various countries that the popular Temple of Hodhe among the people was backed by dark forces and worshipped the god of darkness.
When these words were spoken, kings from all countries were horrified.
You know, the Temple of Hodehe has a long history, and many people believe in it. Among them, the Izerafar Empire, one of the four major empires, is simply the base camp of the Temple of Hodehe, and almost every household is a loyal believer of the Temple of Hodehe.
When the young King Golebia learned of the situation, he was secretly very excited.
He had been on the throne for less than a year and had not yet fully assumed power. Once the incident at the Temple of Hodhe was exposed, he acted decisively and drastically, overhauling everything from top to bottom. This not only removed the obstacles to his royal power but also won the hearts of the people, making him a true king.
Various countries launched a large-scale attack on the Temple of Hodhe, destroyed countless statues of the Dark God, and persuaded the bewitched people to return to the right path.
Although there were various obstacles in the process, the Magic Association and the Swordsman Association had high prestige, and the conspiracy of the Temple of Hodhe eventually collapsed, dealing a powerful blow to the dark forces.
When the god of law, Danlov, declared war on the Kingdom of Cecilia, all the countries on the continent responded positively.
The four great empires sent troops to support, and the small countries contributed manpower and money. In the Snow Kingdom in the far north, King Aesop Snow personally led his troops, passed through the Pros Empire, and took the initiative to join the Legion of the Alliance of Light.
The Austin continent launched a battle to overthrow the Dark God. The Cecilia Kingdom was already being beaten back by the resistance army led by the four Demon Sword Lords. After other races and countries joined in, the defeat was even more severe.
In less than a week, the Alliance of Light Legion reached the royal city of Cecilia.
With the enemy at the gates, Denton Trick, the King of Cecilia, or the God of Darkness, sat lazily on the throne, his eyes lowered, his fingers tapping the armrests of the throne from time to time.
His two capable subordinates, Miles and Hermon, looked solemn, with frustration between their brows.
Miles is a necromancer who leads a powerful army of undead. He was invincible on the battlefield before, but he encountered the magicians of the Legion of Light in recent days and was no match for them.
It’s not that he is not strong enough, but there are too many magic gods and magic saints on the side of the Legion of Light, and he is completely unable to withstand them.
Back then, the number of human magic saints could be counted on one hand, and there was only one magic god, Danlov, who was not to be feared.
Unexpectedly, a group of battle-hardened magic gods and saints emerged from the snow mountain maze, strengthening the strength of human magicians.
What made him even more depressed was that the dark elves betrayed the God of Darkness and launched a crazy war on the border between Cecilia and Vanaku.
Having lost the protection of the God of Darkness, the Dark Elves lost the qualification to release black magic and were suppressed by the Undead Legion.
Unexpectedly, when victory was in sight, the dark elves suddenly all turned into white elves, put on shiny light equipment, and cast magic like crazy, breaking the city.
The Undead Legion suffered heavy losses, and Miles fled back to the palace in a panic. He knelt on the ground with a pale face and nervously apologized to his master.
Hermon was also in a heavy mood.
The Black Knight Legion is the result of hundreds of years of his hard work. They have made great military achievements and are invincible. Wherever they go, blood flows like a river, and anyone who disobeys the Black Knights will become an undead.
Hemon is proud to have such a powerful legion.
However, in recent battles, he had suffered numerous setbacks, and his carefully trained Black Knights had suffered countless casualties. What infuriated him was that the Temple of Hodhe had suffered an unprecedented blow.
The Temple of Hodhe is where he recruits talents. The more devout the believers are, the easier it is for them to be eroded by darkness. When their bodies are transformed, they become invincible black knights.
There are countless humans in the entire Austin continent. As long as there is a steady stream of believers, the Black Knight will never perish.
Therefore, Hemon did not care about the consumption rate of the Black Knights. After all, as soon as one batch died, another batch would be replenished, and there were plenty of dark seeds.
However, he could never have imagined that the magic tower in the atrium would suddenly send out magicians of the level of a magic saint to lobby various countries and spare no effort to wipe out all the strongholds of the Temple of Hodhe.
It was as if the usually smooth production line was suddenly cut off and the goods were out of stock.
The Black Knights could not be replenished, and after the war, their numbers dwindled, until today there are only 5,000 left.
Hemon's heart was bleeding.
How could such a good situation suddenly turn around?
It all started when a group of magic saints, magic gods, sword saints and sword gods emerged from the snow mountain maze, and the scales of war gradually tilted towards light.
The battle in the Enkak region failed, the dark elves betrayed them on the spot, the plan to summon the three demon kings from the seabed fell through, the orcs failed to capture the Saint Nia Mountains, the Moldo tribe temporarily defected, and the "holy object" buried underground in Vanaku disappeared...
Bad things happened one after another, until the Light Alliance Army reached the King's City of Cecilia. Hemon could not believe that the great Dark God was about to fail when he returned to the continent.
how so?
Which step went wrong?
The various light races and countries in the world, which should have been scattered, actually became united and worked together to send troops to Cecilia.
Moreover, who and when did it leak that King Cecilia was the reincarnation of the God of Darkness?
As the spokesperson of the God of Light, the Elf King never interferes in wars between humans. Therefore, before the news leaked out, the Cecilia Kingdom's wanton expansion of territory and encroachment on other countries were considered internal conflicts among humans.
After the news leaked out, the light camp headed by the Elf King had a reason to end.
Hermon and Miles were anxious and pleaded guilty in fear, but the God of Darkness was nonchalant. He listened to their report calmly and chuckled with ambiguous meaning.
"As expected of my Dark Son, you've pushed me into a desperate situation."
Hermon: ...
Miles: ...
No, my king, is now the time to praise the Elf King?
The Dark God raised his eyes and looked at his two capable subordinates. He said slowly, "It's good that you're all here. It saves me a lot of effort."
Especially the Lords of the Demon Sword, four of them came at a time.
A strange light flickered in the deep black eyes of the God of Darkness.
He left the throne, passed by Hermon and Miles, and said calmly: "Let's go and meet my 'Queen Mother' who is known as the Saint of the Moldo people."
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