Beneath the giant tree sat four figures, each exuding immense power. A thick stream of starlight connected the World Tree to them, and powerful stellar energy flowed down from the World Tree and into their bodies.
They were the Saint-level elven warriors who became guardians of the World Tree. Only the powerful bodies and unwavering wills of Saint-level warriors could withstand the direct power output from an entity of the World Tree's level.
A figure quietly stood up, silently walked to the edge of the World Tree, and gazed at the western sky, looking preoccupied.
Her clothes were old, and her platinum blonde hair was no longer adorned; it was simply tied up. Twenty years of torment and hardship had left her exhausted, but her former unparalleled beauty could not be concealed by any dust.
"Luna, why have you been so restless these past few days? You've been so distracted during the daytime battles. Are you... unable to hold on any longer?" A tall figure approached Luna and asked with concern.
“Nisius, there’s nothing wrong with my body, but my heart… is truly in turmoil. I keep feeling… a sense of kinship is drawing closer. I don’t want it to come, but it still came. I don’t know… if this is just a hallucination!”
"You...are you sure...a relative has come? So...is it Nelia who has come to see us again?" Nixius's heart also tightened. Luna and he only had one relative who could come here, and that was Nelia.
"I don't know, there's something wrong with my prophetic abilities, I really can't predict it!"
"I hope she doesn't come, or our Silver Moon Clan will be finished!" Ni Xiusi also closed his eyes in anguish.
“Nysius, your Silvermoon Clan is finished? What about our Azure Moon Clan? And the Dawn Moon Clan? It’s good that Nelia has come. With another guardian, we can hold on for a few more years. Didn’t Luna prophesy that our Elf Clan’s turning point is coming soon?”
Nixius abruptly turned his head and glared at an elf with a pale face, shouting, "Our Silver Moon Clan has already sacrificed two Saint-level experts, what about your Azure Moon Clan? Campbell, don't think I don't know your plans. Do you think Beren can definitely become a Saint-level expert?"
“Nisius, every Saint-level being is incredibly important to us right now. If Beren becomes a Saint, I will not hesitate to make him a Guardian.” Campbell’s face was already pale, but when he roared, it turned even more ashen.
The last guard sighed and helplessly stepped forward to mediate: "Let's save our energy for tomorrow's battle! Since Luna made the prophecy of the elves returning to the royal court, we must hold out until the very end."
"Luna...can you make the prophecy one more time?"
The four Saint-level powerhouses were in relatively good physical condition thanks to the power of the World Tree, but their minds had been tormented and cracked. At this time, Luna's prophetic ability became particularly important.
Even if the prophecy is false.
"I've predicted this countless times: reinforcements would arrive soon, but you just had to..."
Luna suddenly stopped speaking. The other three saints were puzzled for a moment, and then looked to the west at the same time.
The intense evil obscured the elves' keen senses, and Luna and the others could only perceive their own kind at extremely close range.
"Two saints have arrived... two of our people..."
"Great! Hahaha! It must be Burren!"
Because the four saints were connected to the World Tree by the starlight, they could not stray too far from it and could only gather at its edge to wait.
Three figures quietly passed through the barrier of darkness and appeared under the illumination of the World Tree.
"Uh... how come there are three? Not Beren... the other one... is a human? How is this possible?" Campbell and the others were very surprised by the trio that appeared.
Luna, who hadn't shed tears in twenty years, stood there stunned, her eyes now brimming with tears!
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