In the Name of the Queen

Face is given to each other.

The current strength of the Earth Spirit Tribe is very difficult to survive, and it is simply not enough to compete for hegemony.

All Chromie wanted was living space. Roland gave him so much extra, how could he not repay him in return?

His promise was equivalent to placing the Earth Spirit Tribe in a subordinate position.

Roland was very satisfied with Chromie's knowledge and knowledge, and the somewhat wizened old man became more handsome in his eyes.

The more you see savages, the more civilized you become.

After the agreement was reached, Chromie once again warmly invited Roland to go back and stay for a few days. Roland naturally couldn't refuse.

Although this shabby place does not have the elegance of the Earth Spirit Clan in its heyday, it still has to give face.

The reception etiquette this time was not as good as before. There was less red tape, but more intimacy.

Chromie, who had not drank for many years, even took out a can of liquor saved from the end of the Sixth Era to share with Roland.

After a few glasses of wine, Chromie began to use the strength of the wine to say things he couldn't usually say.

There are too many jehus to kill them all!

Chromie shouted angrily.

Perhaps because of the complete defeat by the Divine Punishment Legion in the Third Era, or perhaps because of the curse that destroyed the goddess's descendants, the Earth Spirit Tribe's already unreliable reproductive ability has been severely weakened.

Although the tribe has always tried its best to encourage births, the number of the Earth Spirit tribe has never exceeded one million, and now there are only less than 300,000 left.

Roland couldn't help but feel sad when he thought that the dominant group that shared the world with the elves at their peak had fallen into such a predicament.

But he soon thought that there were only a few people left in the elves, and his words of comfort froze on his lips and turned into self-deprecation.

"Sage Chromie, after all, you still have hundreds of thousands of tribesmen. There will be a chance when the living environment stabilizes. But now there are only a few of my tribesmen. Now it's my turn to envy you."

Chromie looked at Roland with wide eyes, carefully checking whether Roland was lying. After confirming that Roland was not joking, he couldn't help shaking his head and teasing: "I thought you came here to rescue the southern elves."

"Southern Elf?!"

This time it was Roland's turn to widen his eyes. He couldn't believe his ears.

"You don't know?"

Chromie sighed softly and said quietly: "Perhaps it would be wisest for you not to see them."

He told of the tragic plight of the Southern Elves.

The elves are also the key targets of the God's Punishment Legion, and their fate is even worse.

Because the men are handsome and the women are beautiful, the elves became slaves of the God's Punishment Legion after being completely defeated, mainly providing services that were not aimed at reproduction.

In the third era, the Divine Punishment Legion suffered heavy losses in the suppressive war and was unable to continue its mission and gradually disappeared. This remaining elves continued to survive with the blood soul curse in their bodies.

"They are completely unrecognizable now. They no longer look like they used to. Do you really plan to see them?"

Chromie looked at Roland uneasily.

Roland picked up the wine glass, drank the whole glass of strong wine, and said word by word: "No matter what happens to them now, I will take them home."

"I am the only living sage of the Elf clan, and I have the obligation to take care of every clan member. Sage Chromie, please tell me the current situation of the descendants of the Elf clan."

Chromie hesitated for a moment, took out a crystal ball from his pocket, held it in both hands and handed it to Roland.

Roland knew that this was the last fire of the elves, so he quickly stretched out his hands and took it solemnly.

Lisa knew that Roland was emotionally excited, so she pressed her hand on the crystal ball first, and gave Roland a comforting look not to panic before injecting magic power into it.

Roland took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Although they are all memories of the past, the fact that he is an elf sage will not change.

The final return is approaching day by day, and the grievances of past eras will come to an end.

As he saw more and more, Roland came to understand more and more that the grievances and hatreds of many ethnic groups originated from the three false gods who were not qualified to ascend to the divine realm.

He wants to uncover the truth behind it and figure out why they were the ones who ascended to the gods instead of Winter, the Sea Emperor and the Demon Emperor.

In terms of strength, realm and strong mentality, it is obvious that the three losers are more qualified.

Before, he boldly guessed that the trio of Dengshen were chosen because they were weaker in spirit and strength, and planned for the future based on this argument, but this was just his guess after all.

The last descendants of the elves were once enslaved by the Legion of Divine Punishment, and they may be able to find more clues.

Roland was a little more grateful to Chromie. Because he missed his tribe in his heart, he didn't stop for a moment and quickly said goodbye and left.

Chromie understood Roland's mood, and he also knew the behavior of Roland, a sage in this world.

Although he is ruthless towards his enemies, he still retains warmth towards his friends and family.

Fortunately, I finally got rid of the stubborn old guys in the tribe, turned enemies into friends with Roland, and got a boat ticket.

The Earth Spirit Tribe has long since declined, and the pride of the declining tribe is meaningless. However, the old people in the tribe still hold on to the laws of their ancestors and refuse to let go.

The news of Roland's move south has long spread, and the Earth Spirit Tribe has held several meetings to discuss countermeasures.

Chromie is the youngest sage in the Hall of Sages. Compared to old men who are often over 500 or even a thousand years old, at only 250 years old, he is still an immature young man.

The old guys' initial decision was to intercept Roland.

Chromie was almost amused by the whims of these old men.

He asked directly, "Who is stronger, Roland or Lord Yehu?"

Although they are full of hatred towards the elves, the sages cannot say that Yahu is more powerful without conscience, they can only tell the truth.

Chromie didn't say what he was going to say next, but everyone understood.

How could the Earth Spirits, who couldn't even get past the Yehu commanders, kill Roland?

In fact, Chromie knew that these old men also knew the strength comparison, and they were just being stubborn.

Even if they were not strong enough, they had to pretend to be able to fight, otherwise where would they put their faces?

Just after Roland came to the door in person, these old men still acted indifferent, which almost made Chromie faint.

If it was the era of the Third Age when the Earth Spirits and the Elves were fighting for supremacy, these old guys wouldn't have to act pretentiously, and he wouldn't have given the Elf Sage any good face.

But the times are different.

Although the Elves are in decline, they have produced two rare talents.

Whether Roland or Sylph, as long as they appear in the southern continent, they can easily save their people.

The Earth Spirits don't have such young talents, they are in decline.

Whether you are willing to accept it or not, this is the fact.

Chromie decided to bow to reality. Enemies are also a kind of relationship. After the third era of love and hatred between the earth spirits and the elves, they went into decline together. Even if the earth spirits showed their superiority, Roland might help them.

However, the old guys in the tribe still couldn't let go of that ridiculous face, which made Chromie completely furious.

Seeing that Roland was about to leave, he didn't dare to waste time and took action directly.

He decisively launched a coup and asked several old sages to "abdicate and let the wise men take the lead."

There was also an old sage who refused to take the initiative to be decent and died of a "cold", passively decent.

Chromie acted quickly and took control of the situation before Roland left. This gave him the opportunity to rush out and lose face to fight for the future of the tribe.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to compromise with the elves, Chromie believed that he would have a strong and colorful part in the history of the tribe in the future.

He was not young anymore, and he had to consider his historical status and the future of the tribe.

Those old guys who ignored the future of their tribe for the sake of face must be swept into the garbage dump of history.

When Chromie thought that he had to consider the overall situation and cover up these old guys in historical records, he felt blood rushing to his head.

Fortunately, they all caught up. Next, he had to persuade the conservatives to consider the overall situation and go north together. He also had to make preparations for the great migration. After all, this was a great migration of 300,000 people. Even with Roland's escort, he had to be fully prepared.

I hope everything goes well.

"I hope everything goes well."

Before approaching the place where the descendants of the elves were, Roland was a little homesick and whispered softly.

He was not making a wish, but just relieving his anxiety.

For some reason, he always felt that the situation would be worse than Chromie said.

Lisa felt Roland's uneasy mood, held his hand, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, as long as people are here, everything will be fine."

I hope so.

Roland took a deep breath, urged the unicorn to speed up, and continued to move forward.

The unicorn rushed to the elf territory at the fastest speed.

When entering the dense forest, Roland imagined countless ways of meeting, such as a cloud-piercing arrow shooting, a cold and old-fashioned elf ranger blocking the way, or a heroic female hunter riding a moon blade beast blocking the way.

However, there was nothing.

No people, no ancient war trees, no moon blade beasts, and no cloud-piercing arrows.

It was like an empty city with no defenses.

Just as Roland felt more and more uneasy, the forest finally moved.

What greeted him was not the elf archers, not the female hunters, nor the elf magicians, but a group of angry ancient trees.

Pull up the roots and smash them at the enemy!

The forest rioted, and countless giant trees transformed into ancient war trees, surrounding the Garden of Eden.

"Invaders, put down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

A muffled voice came from the forest.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, at least there was still defense, which meant that the elves were just down and out, but not finished.

He took the initiative to walk out of the Garden of Eden and quickly identified the leading ancient tree.

It is not difficult to identify the identity of the ancient tree. The green-skinned ancient tree is the war ancient tree, the green-skinned ancient tree is the guard ancient tree, and the closer the bark color is to gold, the higher the status of the ancient tree.

The golden ginkgo tree with the highest status among the ancient trees is the core of the sea of ​​flowers.

Roland's eyes were fixed on the golden ancient tree in the center, and he said solemnly: "Dear forest companions, I am the sage of the elves, and I am here to take you home by the order of the queen."

Sage of the time, queen, go home?

These words made the ancient trees a little confused. They didn't know when the elves had a queen, let alone the so-called sage of the time.

A young ancient tree asked the leading golden ancient tree with doubts, "Elder Rudel, those elves are already our servants, where did the queen come from?"

Roland's face changed instantly.

No wonder Chromie said that the situation of the elves is hard to describe and very bad.

I don't know if this guy is unaware or unwilling to say too much detail, and actually skipped the most important part.

The golden ancient tree was also very annoyed. The young forest companion was so naive that he confessed to the cunning outsider and exploded on the spot.

Before he could explain, Roland had already taken action.

The elf Sif once told him in detail the history of the decline of the elves.

Although the elves were on the decline at that time, the speed of decline was not too fast. The disaster of the ancient tree stepped on the accelerator of the declining elves' chariot and accelerated the decline of the elves.

Ancient trees with independent thoughts are very dangerous, and history has long proved this.

This is not a resurrection match, this is clearly a nostalgic server, and it is a complete replica, even the disaster of the ancient trees has been replicated.

Since this group of ancient trees have turned against Tiangang to enslave the elves, Roland is too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

"Lisa, do it!"

He shouted loudly, and at the same time, he sacrificed the holy light shield to protect Lisa who was about to go on a killing spree.

No one knows how to destroy a forest better than a fire magician.

At the moment Roland issued the order, Lisa, who had been prepared for a long time, had already started.

"Fire wall!"

To deal with bulky units that are difficult to move and flammable and explosive, a fire wall is the best choice.

Trees are afraid of fire, which is a memory engraved deep in their marrow, even if they become ancient trees with spiritual intelligence.

The leader, the golden ancient tree, looked at the flames that ignited instantly, and was forced to retreat again and again by the scorching air waves.

Of course, it was unwilling to wait for death, so it summoned its companions around to disperse while calling for the elf servants in the distance to protect it.

Footsteps sounded, and countless elves quickly appeared.

Although Roland used the Sage's Staff to prove his identity, the elves still attacked regardless.

Looking at their empty eyes, Roland knew that they had been controlled and could not move on their own.

He did not want to hurt any of his tribesmen, after all, they were controlled.

But he also did not want himself and Lisa to be hurt.

Looking at the burning forest and the smoke and flames rising into the sky, Roland knew that Lisa was doing her best to burn the trees.

He did not urge Lisa, nor did he swing his sword at the tribesmen, but raised his shield again.

Although he obtained the [Advancing Front] class at level 5 and gained powerful attack power, the essence of the Paladin is still a hexagonal class with more defense than attack.

He stood still like a mountain, blocking the elves and the fire.

Arrows rained down, he held up the Holy Light Shield, and the clanging sound was like raindrops hitting the window, but it could not penetrate.

The sword was like light, he inserted the shield into the ground, and a shield wall appeared out of thin air, forcibly blocking the charging elf warriors on the other side of the wall.

The female hunter appeared riding on the moon blade beast.

The ace troops of the elves that Roland had been thinking about were dispatched.

The moon blade flew in a rotation, making a sharp scream, and hit Roland's shield fiercely.

As expected of the ace troops, they were much more ruthless than the archers. Although the shock caused by the moon blade was mostly absorbed by the shield, a small part was still transmitted to Roland.

Looking at the cold eyes of the female hunter leader, Roland's lips slightly raised, even smiling.

The female hunter leader was slightly startled, and a thought flashed through her chaotic consciousness.

"What are you laughing at, stupid human?"

If Roland could hear her doubts, he would definitely laugh and answer, he was happy that his people were still strong.

But his smile only lasted half a second and disappeared.

Damn the ancient tree, four eras have passed, and it is still poisoning the people.

Burn them all, burn! (End of this chapter)