The saint of the elves has always been a very ethereal figure with a weak sense of existence. The outside world does not even know her name.
The identities of the Elf Saint and Elder Kaba are somewhat similar.
Because she is the saint chosen by the God of Elves, she represents the majesty of the temple to a large extent, so the elves give the saint a very respected status. However, the saint does not have many actual rights and can only be regarded as a false name.
and a relatively detached position, and never intervenes in the decision-making of secular affairs
Since the defeat of the Elf Empire, the elves scattered in various places began to retreat towards the Green Forest Kingdom. Most of these elves gathered from various places obeyed the orders of their respective tribal leaders. In order to maintain the unity of the elves, the rights of tribal leaders and nobles did not
was weakened, but nominally obeyed the temple's arrangements and maintained a situation of superficial unity.
Those nobles with real power also showed great respect for the saint, recognizing her as the nominal spiritual leader of the Green Forest State. Whenever major events happened, they would hand over the decisions that had been made to the saint, with the snake girl representing the goddess.
The temple announced it himself.
The so-called saint is more of a symbolic existence that unites the elves, nothing more than that.
If the elf saint can be persuaded, it may be possible to influence those nobles, but the influence will definitely not be great.
Elder Kaba hurriedly took Douglas to the temple of Green Forest Country.
The so-called temple is just a big tree house surrounded by many tree houses. It does not show any luxury at all, but is so simple that it is hard to believe that this is the big temple of the green forest country.
The security of the temple is not tight, and nothing can be seen outside. There are just four elves with swords and bows placed at the entrance.
When the elf guard guarding the temple saw Douglas, he immediately looked on guard. He shouted loudly to signal Douglas not to come near him. At the same time, he took off the bow on his back and aimed an arrow at Douglas. The sharp arrowhead flashed with light.
Silvery magic light.
Elder Kaba was explaining something to the elf guards. A woman in a white robe had walked out of the wooden house and waved towards Elder Kaba with a smile: "In the country of elves, wise men are not hindered. Since last month
After meeting our wise man on the full night, this is the first time that the wise man has visited the temple of God. I guess he must be involved in many worldly affairs."
Hearing the voice of the white-robed woman, the four elf guards put away their bows and arrows and let her go.
Elder Kaba gave Douglas a wink and motioned for him to follow him.
In front of the wooden house is a lawn that seems to have not been mowed for a long time. There is a small wooden pillar on the lawn, which seems to be used as a table. On this natural table is a glass of clear spring water, and there is nothing else.
From the first moment he saw this female elf, Douglas knew that she was an elf saint. Although there were no luxurious sacrificial robes, no crowds of people and numerous guards, Douglas was certain that this was the saint.
This simple saint was so strange that Douglass didn't know what words to use to describe it.
Young? No, the saint is not young at all.
Old? That makes it even more impossible to talk about. There is no trace of time on the saint's face, and her eyes are as deep as a pool of water. It is impossible to judge her true age from her appearance.
The long white hair touching the ground is as white as snow, and there is a circle of sky blue piping on the collarless chest. Except for wearing a crescent-shaped breast ornament, the saint has no unnecessary decorations on her body.
Her long silver-white hair fell to the ground, and a budding wild flower was pinned to her ear.
The saint gave Douglas a very strange feeling, as if this was not a living life at all, but an ethereal mist that could not be seen clearly at all. But her eyes were indeed so keen and profound, as if they had some kind of direct impact.
The power of the soul...
Douglas was stunned by her dreamlike beauty and mysterious temperament.
The saint only glanced at Douglas and said with a smile: "I haven't seen a foreigner for hundreds of years, but today I can see an orc god's son. Perhaps this is also a hint given to me by the great father God Corellon.
Come on. Son of the Beastman God, I have nothing to entertain you here, you can be as casual as you want..."
"Thank you to the Holy Lady of God for your reception."
Although the saint is right in front of you, her voice seems to be coming from the distant sky: "Son of the Beastman God, I already know your purpose of coming, but I still want to hear what our wise man has to say."
"Holy Lady of Zungun," Elder Kaba bowed slightly again and said, "Since you already know Douglas's intention, I don't need to say more. I believe you have already felt that the world outside has changed a lot..."
"Yes, the outside is no longer the same as before. Underneath the tranquil situation there are turbulent undercurrents. God told me this when I was praying."
"I have analyzed the stakes of the nobles in the ethnic group very clearly, but they..."
"Kaba, you don't need to say more. I know what the nobles are like and what they think. Our people have changed from indifference to indifference and have lost the belief in pioneering and enterprising. They are content with the status quo and they dare not take risks.
, for a moment of peace today instead of thinking about the disaster that will come tomorrow.”
The saint is a saint. Both in terms of vision and mind, she is a hundred times stronger than those nobles who are indifferent and unprogressive. Just when Douglas thought he could get help from the elves, the saint changed his mind.
:
"I know your true intention of bringing the Orc God Son to see me. You just hope to use my influence to put pressure on the nobles and let them make a decision to aid the Orc God Son. Our wise men, is this right?"
In front of the saint, Elder Kaba, who was full of wisdom and far-reaching vision, felt like a three-year-old child, and all his wisdom turned into ridiculous tricks. He did not dare to meet her eyes at all. He honestly
He admitted: "The saint has a god-like vision. I do have such an idea."
"This is a wrong and dangerous idea, my wise man." The saint first denied Elder Kaba's approach, and immediately gave the most reasonable explanation: "I admit that your strategic vision is basically the same as mine. Your analysis
The strategic direction of the Snake clan is also correct, but this does not mean that I will support you."
"The current Green Forest State is barely maintaining its overall image. If I use my personal influence to force the nobles to bow their heads, a greater disaster will occur. I am worried that by then the Green Forest State will disintegrate and be divided. We
The race has experienced too much suffering, and now it has reached a precarious and dangerous moment. There can no longer be any unstable factors internally. Therefore, not only can I not support your correct point of view, but I must also be consistent with the nobles, as a whole.
In the name of the Green Forest State, we oppose your plan."
The current Green Forest State is a situation where the nobility and the temple are jointly ruled, and the nobility controls the real power to a large extent. The saint is only an object of worship, a leader on the spiritual level. If she interferes too much in the secular world
affairs, and even made completely opposite decisions to those of the nobles, the already few remaining elves may be divided again. This is a disaster that no far-sighted elven leader can accept.
Different perspectives, different heights at which things are viewed, and different decisions made.
Elder Kaba is working for the future of the Green Forest Country, but the Saint considers that if he does that, the Green Forest Country may not have a tomorrow at all.
Of course, the wise Elder Kaba can immediately understand the meaning of the saint. If he does not support Douglas, this last elven reserve will face a tomorrow full of war. If he supports Douglas, it is likely that there will not even be a tomorrow, and it is very likely that the green will not even exist.
The bridgehead of Forest State will be lost. No matter what you do, it is wrong. This puts Elder Kaba in a dilemma. His already old face seems to have aged dozens of years.
"Son of the Orc God, I have to tell you with regret that you may have to return empty-handed during this trip for help. Because my nobles do not support you, and I cannot support you on behalf of the temple." The face of the saint girl
The smile on his face became even more illusory, as illusory as the moon falling in the spring, making it difficult to see clearly: "Unless..."
The saint looked at Elder Kaba: "Unless our wise men find a way for you to get assistance from the Green Forest Country, there is no other way."
Douglas was confused: What does this sentence mean? Elder Kaba? He has always supported me, but his support has no practical effect at all.
Not only was Douglas confused, but even the infinitely wise Elder Kaba couldn't figure it out.
A saint who can communicate with the God of Elves must have deep meanings. Elder Kaba has no doubt about this. Just when he was about to ask something, the saint had already stopped this wise man among the elves with a look.
The saint looked into Douglas's eyes and said in a very sincere tone: "Son of the Beast Man, if you are willing to promise me something, I will find a way to get you what you want."
"Please tell me, if it is something I can do, I will definitely consider it seriously."
"I want you to promise that no matter what your future looks like, as long as you still exist in this world, please take care of my people. If you can really light the divine fire and enter the Kingdom of God, please maintain moderation with the God of Elves.
If you think it's not too much, I hope you can help the elves get out of the green forest. As for whether we can restore our former glory, that's our own business."
This was a very distant promise. After thinking for a moment, Douglas solemnly nodded in agreement: "As long as you can help me get through this difficulty, I will remember today's promise."
"Whether it is dirty orcs, cunning humans, or even elves who think too highly of us, as long as every intelligent race can survive, there must be a reason." The saint looked up to the sky, seeming to be talking to the Kingdom of God.
The Elf God was having a conversation. He didn't even look at Douglas when he spoke but looked at the sky: "A long time ago, when the orcs and elves were fighting, there was an orc hero. I can't remember his name.
, but what he said is still fresh in my mind to this day..."
"In this world, no ally is absolutely reliable except yourself. Son of the Orc, I give you the same words that the hero of your race said, because the assistance I can give you is very limited. Mainly
It’s still up to you.”
"Okay, I'm very tired. I don't have the energy to talk to the orc god son anymore. My wise man, please entertain the orc god son for me."
"I haven't said anything yet..." The Saint hasn't said anything about how she will help Douglas, so why should she walk away?
Just when Elder Kaba wanted to say something, this wise man among the elves suddenly fell silent.
Because he clearly saw a small piece of wooden stick slipping from the saint's robe.
This is a small wooden stick about two feet long. There is a naturally formed twig on the top of the stick, and there is a green leaf on the twig.
This is of course not an ordinary wooden stick, but a token given to the saints of the past generations by the creator of the elves, Father God Corellon. It represents the supreme authority of the elves, is the highest spiritual symbol of the elves, and is also a saint.
The weapon that never leaves your body - the scepter of life.
The wise man Kabba knelt down and knelt down towards the back of the saint. Two turbid tears flowed from his dim eyes, and he murmured: "I already understand the saint's good intentions. Maybe this is what our god needs me to do."
This sacrifice must be made by me, and this responsibility can only be shouldered by me. For the sake of our race, I am willing..."