"A call from Ailanthir!" Farai handed the message in his hand to the Elf Queen, stood in front of this beautiful emperor, bowed slightly and said: "Just like us, the Magic Eye is active again.
, a large number of demons are entering our world."
"Before, we were too optimistic. We only saw the power of Elanthir, and we actually had the illusion that the devil was nothing more than that." The Elf Queen smiled bitterly, took the message and read it carefully.
Then, she put the telegram on the table at hand with her pretty fingers: "Is there any countermeasures over at Ailan Hill?"
She was indeed a little overly optimistic before, thinking that the sudden change in Elan Hill would make the threat of demons no longer exist.
However, now, the devil has once again proven its strength, and the scale of the attack has become even larger.
"Last month, I still had the illusion that we would defeat the devil, and the world has not yet been destroyed... But now it seems that it is too early to draw any conclusions." The Elf Queen lowered her eyes, slender.
His fingers rubbed back and forth on the message: "This kind of unknown... is worth our efforts."
"Your Majesty! What do you mean? We..." Farai was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously clenched his fists and asked.
He was always unwilling to give up hope for the elves, and was unwilling to wait for his own death.
The elves all have long lives, and perhaps many mortals will die of old age before the world is destroyed, but most of the elves can only die under the demon's butcher knife.
Therefore, Farai has been unwilling to face the cruel reality. He is unwilling to admit the fact that the elves have no hope.
"I think I was a little too naive before." The Elf Queen showed a wry smile, and the beauty of her beautiful face did not diminish at all: "This is my fault... I shouldn't have given up all my hopes for victory.
All hope is pinned on Alan Hill."
"Victory must be won by yourself! We are a noble elves, hiding behind humans... It's ridiculous to think about it." She walked to the window and looked at the sun-blocking sky not far away.
The huge crown is the tree of life of the elves, a terrifying existence that breeds countless magical energy.
"Farai... assemble the troops! We can't pass all the responsibility to humans, even if humans are not weak now, even if we don't have the strength to fight anymore." After the queen finished speaking, she withdrew herself from the window.
gaze.
She walked up to Farai and ordered: "Ailan Hill lacks high-end magic power. Although they have many god puppets and many high-level magicians, it is still not enough! You personally lead the troops to the front line!
Just help Ailan Hill as much as you can."
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Farai's eyes were slightly red. He had been waiting for the Elf Queen to cheer up again for a long, long time - he had been waiting for this order for a long, long time.
"Woo..." The melodious horn sound was then blown on the Tree of Life. The elves who had already lived and worked in peace and contentment in the new elven royal city of Selkes put down their work one after another and looked up in the direction of the horn sound.
.
"Woo..." The sound of the horn still echoed on the branches, and a female elf who was pruning the flowers and plants in her yard put down the tools in her hand.
She used a water-based magic to wash away the flower mud on her palms. Then she waved her palms while walking into her house decorated with green leaves.
The arm armor engraved with ornate inscriptions was taken off the hanger and put on her slender arms.
The female elf tightened the rope that fixed the arm armor and hung the delicate breastplate on her chest, and then took down the magic sword that had been following her for thousands of years from the wall.
Although it has been thousands of years, this traditional elven sword with vines carved on the sword is still as sharp as ever. The magic energy flowing on the sword has always protected the blade and has never left.
The female elf hung the long sword on her waist and adjusted her armor. Then she walked to the inner room, stood outside the door, and looked quietly at the sleeping child on the crib.
She just watched quietly, neither speaking nor getting close, as if she was afraid of disturbing this sleeping life. She just stood far away, her eyes full of love and reluctance.
What can make a woman leave her child? Maybe the only hope is to let the child continue to live... In order to let the baby who still doesn't know anything continue to live, this is the reason why a mother goes to the battlefield.
Even if you will die far away in the end, it is worth it if you can let your son live for even one second!
After a long while, the female elf finally turned around, her eyes filled with tears, but her hands firmly put on a magic robe embroidered with gorgeous leaf patterns on the armor.
She stepped forward, letting her armored boots hit the ground, making a slight clicking sound. She walked out of the yard step by step, closed the door, and nodded slightly to an old elf woman standing on the corner of the street.
"I will help you take care of your children. I will treat each of them as my own." The old elf leaned on crutches, put his right hand on his chest, lowered his head and promised: "I swear in the name of nature, unless you return in triumph.
, otherwise the oath will never be broken."
The young female elf clenched her right hand into a fist and pressed it on her chest. Her eyes were full of gratitude. Behind her, the neighbor's door was pushed open from the inside. A female elf, also wearing a magic robe, was also inseparable.
Walked out of the yard.
In every house, someone came out. The old man stood at the street entrance and made a promise to everyone who passed by him. She was the one who stayed, and she had to shoulder the responsibility of all the war dead and take care of their families. This was
The traditions of the elves.
"Woo..." The sound of the horn was still echoing. These elves, who had gone through all kinds of hardships to get here from their original territories, were once again about to embark on the battlefield they had just escaped.
One after another, flags covered with vines were erected, and one by one, the snow-white unicorns were pulled out of the stable.
The elven knights fastened their visors, tightened the reins of their horses, and gathered behind Farai.
"For the Queen!" Farai pulled the reins, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the snow-white unicorn he was riding neighed and took a melodious step.
"For the Queen!" All the elf cavalry shouted. Hundreds of elf cavalry followed Farai and drove out of Selkes in a mighty manner.
Behind these cavalry are the elven archers on foot, and behind them are the light infantry - each of them is a magician, and they are all valuable and powerful combat power.
The sound of the horns was still melodious, and the marching drums were also beating. Although it was not as powerful as before, the elven army still left their city walls and walked onto the battlefield they once fled.
For, just that glimmer of hope.
A glimmer of hope they just saw and couldn't bear to give up.
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"After all, we can't let anyone underestimate us." In the center of the huge floating city in Garenok, the capital of Grykken, and in the towering magic tower, Grand Magister Lonzadele looked at his subordinates in front of him.
, said with a faint smile on his face.
He walked down the steps step by step until he walked up to his subordinates, and then slowly said: "Do you still remember Grecken's faith? Accept your fate and face everything calmly."
"We have never fought against our own destiny. Why?" When he reached the last step, he paused before continuing: "Because what we are protecting is the destiny of this world."
"Since the demons feel that they can conquer the human world, then why can't we, as humans, use our actions to tell the origin of magic that this world cannot be conquered?" Lonzadelai smiled and used the magic in his hands.
He turned the staff horizontally and handed it to an old man standing in front of him: "The next step is up to you!"
When the other party took over the magic wand, Lonzadelai's face became much more relaxed: "General Sapphiral is fighting hard on the front line, and Ailan Hill's reconnaissance system has confirmed the news of a large-scale invasion by demons..."
"The dragons are famous for their strength, and the elves are famous for their magic. In a world full of strong people, we humans can survive because of our faith and spirit!" Lonzadelai glanced around at the people standing beside him.
The magician slowly walked towards the door: "It's time to teach the little guys in Ailan Hill a lesson! Let them learn from it!"
"Sir..." A magician stopped him: "The world has changed, why can't we change with it? You don't have to do this! It's not yet the time when you have to make a choice..."
"In my opinion, the world is changing for the better. This is a good sign, isn't it?" Ronsardele stopped and looked at the magician who blocked him from going out: "So, it
It’s more worthy of our rescue…”
"No matter how the world changes, we as magicians, as magicians who have enjoyed the support of the world for thousands of years, shoulder the responsibility of saving the world, which will not change." Lonzadele said while pointing to himself.
: "I have my responsibilities, and you have yours!"
After saying that, he walked out.
"Why do only humans have to face such catastrophes and disasters..." A young magician complained in a low voice.
"You are wrong, child." The old man who took over Ronsardele's magic wand came to his side and comforted him: "Every race and every person has to experience these catastrophes and sufferings. After experiencing these
, only then can people grow up, unite together, and bloom with dazzling brilliance."
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