Half a month after the demons launched a war to harass the elves.
The elves, who were once so united and friendly, had been arguing over trivial matters from time to time over the past two weeks. Although not serious, these small frictions were like stones thrown into a lake, breaking the previously calm surface and causing ripples.
In the village of the Elven Mysterious Forest, there used to be laughter and joy. Everyone helped each other, worked together, and lived in harmony.
However, recently, trivial matters have sparked conflicts among the tribe. For example, when food is distributed, some feel they don't get enough; when completing a task together, others feel their contributions aren't adequately recognized. These seemingly insignificant issues have unknowingly affected relationships within the tribe.
The elders of the elves noticed this change and knew the importance of harmony to the tribe, so they decided to hold a tribal meeting to discuss how to solve these problems and restore the harmony and unity of the past.
However, after much thought, they still couldn't find the problem.
Later, at Sikong Lian's reminder, Spirit Emperor Sikong Hao remembered that the Star-Moon Goddess had instructed them not to drink the water from the stream outside the Secret Forest for a month.
The Spirit Emperor suddenly realized something and said, "Could it be that... those mysterious black crystals that the demons dropped into the stream are causing this?"
Sikong Lian nodded in agreement and said, "Father, I agree. We elves are naturally peace-loving and open-minded. How could we argue so endlessly over such a trivial matter?"
The Spirit Emperor said solemnly, "Then, Ah Lian, in your opinion, how should we resolve the violent temper of our people now?"
Sikong Lian's mind moved, and immediately in his hand appeared the staff that symbolized the elves' supreme status. He said, "Father, our ancestors passed down this staff. Although there are instructions not to use its spiritual power at will, let alone for invading other races or other unjust acts, isn't it time to use it now?"
Upon hearing this, the Spirit Emperor nodded, agreeing to Sikong Lian's proposal.
Sikong Lian, holding a magic staff, flew over the secret forest and said loudly, "Fellow tribesmen, the reason we have become irritable and violent is because we have been affected by the demon black crystal. Now, I will use the power of the magic staff to eliminate the violent energy in everyone."
After saying this, he waved his staff, and a green light enveloped the entire elf tribe.
The elves felt a refreshing breeze, and their restlessness gradually subsided. They smiled at each other, and the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.
Seeing this, Sikong Hao smiled and said to Sikong Lian, "Well done, A Lian. However, we still need to send someone to investigate the purpose of the demon tribe's actions, in case they have other conspiracies."
Sikong Lian nodded and said, "Father, I will arrange for manpower immediately. At the same time, we should also strengthen our precautions to ensure the safety of the elves."
Thanks to Sikong Lian's efforts, the elves finally regained their former harmony and tranquility. They understood that only by uniting as one could they resist external interference and protect their homeland.
Because Xingyue promptly removed the evil spirit stones that the demons had thrown into the stream, the remaining poison in the water was not a serious threat to the elves. After Sikong Lian discovered the problem and stopped the damage in time, he had already restored the elves to their original state.
However, in sharp contrast to the luck of the elves, the human race is facing an extremely severe and pessimistic situation at this time.
In the magnificent and imposing imperial capital, Emperor Xuanyuan Che sat solemnly before a broad desk within the august palace. His expression was solemn, his brow furrowed, and his gaze, like a torch, gazed upon the mountain of urgent memorials before him, which had piled up from all corners of the country.
All of these memorials described in detail the tragic scene of the current plague: corpses were scattered everywhere in the streets and alleys, which was shocking and the tragedy was simply beyond words.
Xuanyuan Che was terribly anxious, his heart aching as if being gnawed by millions of ants. He knew full well that if this terrible plague could not be quickly and effectively contained, it would bring catastrophic disaster to the entire human race!
Without further delay, Xuanyuan Che made a prompt decision and immediately summoned all the ministers to discuss countermeasures.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the court was tense and oppressive, with all the ministers looking solemn and worried. Some suggested that the lockdown should be implemented more vigorously to prevent the spread of the disease; others proposed sending more skilled doctors to the hardest-hit areas to treat the patients; and some even advocated praying sincerely to the gods for protection.
Xuanyuan Che listened attentively to everyone's opinions and suggestions, and made appropriate and detailed arrangements one by one based on the actual situation.
However, what was unexpected was that even though Xuanyuan Che had devoted all his efforts to the anti-epidemic work and taken a series of strong measures, the ferocity of the epidemic was still beyond imagination.
No matter how hard we try, the plague continues to spread recklessly, devouring thousands of innocent lives every day, and the death toll continues to rise...
The severity of the epidemic had clearly exceeded Xuanyuan Che's imagination. He knew that if he didn't take action quickly, the consequences would be disastrous. After careful consideration, Xuanyuan Che resolutely decided to visit the epidemic area in person for an on-site inspection. Only in this way could he truly understand the true situation of the epidemic.
When Xuanyuan Che entered the epidemic zone, the horrific scenes he witnessed pierced his heart. The once bustling streets were now deserted, the air thick with the scent of death and sorrow. The people's faces were haggard, their eyes filled with endless fear and despair. They had lost their loved ones, their homes ravaged beyond recognition by the relentless plague, leaving them homeless and homeless.
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