Chronicle of the Elf Realm

Thousands of ships are moored in Barnard Bay, where the Holy Water Palace is located. The ships are undoubtedly the type of luxury cruise ships. Each ship is extremely large in size, with a length comparable to the Eiffel Tower and an area almost the same as the Forbidden City. , ships like this type basically have a displacement of more than 100000 tons, and are known as "moving cities".

On a luxury yacht painted with silver-gray magic paint, there was a loud noise.

This luxury yacht has the letters "titanbasil" spray-painted in brilliant gold paint on the bow. Titan is the name of the giant Titan in mythology, which symbolizes strength and hugeness. Basil is the family with the purest blood and the most powerful power in the aquarium. , there is no doubt that these letters are the name of this luxury cruise ship.

Titan's speed is unparalleled, while its sophistication and luxury are unprecedented.

The top deck is very spacious and paved with balsa wood. Balsa wood is the lightest wood in the world. Walking on the deck is like walking on the clouds. The ship is equipped with a library, indoor swimming pool and other entertainment facilities. It is divided into first class, second class, and third class. The first class is where the respected elders of the Basil family and the young elves with the purest bloodline live. The second class is where some very outstanding people who hold important positions in the aquarium live. The younger generation of the family is responsible for the affairs, and the third-class cabin is where the servants and the elves of the family with degraded bloodline live.

At this moment, on the brown deck, there were many elves standing bustling. They were crowded together, as if they were welcoming an emperor, and in the center of them stood an old elf with white beard and hair, full of majesty.

The old elf wore plain gauze Zen clothes underneath, and a large brocade white robe outside. The white robe was embroidered with blue ripples and patterns of the sun, moon and stars. Although the white jade rings on his feet were covered by the clothes, But there is still a faint light, which must have been painted with good magic silver light powder. His skin is dark but tight, and the gold-rimmed glasses are placed on his aquiline nose, making him look extremely elegant. He is Holding a golden cane.

This cane is a bit short, so the tall old elf has to bend down slightly when holding it. For such an old elf like an emperor, people who don't know the truth must be very confused as to why he is holding such an ill-fitting cane. , but no one among the princes and nobles of the Shui Tribe knows about this cane.

This cane has a relief with the wings of a coiled snake. It is said to have been a token of Hermes, the mythical god of commerce. It is also known as the "Cane of the God of Commerce". Anyone who holds it will have commerce all over the world and wealth. Can reach the sky. This is a sacred object passed down from generation to generation in the Basil family. Only the most virtuous and respected elders are worthy of owning it. Owning it also means possessing the highest financial power of the entire family. Even the King of the Water Tribe who is in charge of the power must maintain it. Those who have are respectful.

There is no doubt that this old elf is the supreme patriarch of the Basil family, basilhers Basil Hermes. Most elves call him Hermes VII or the Elder.

"Elder Elder, it's an honor to meet you."

"Elder Elder, your face is as beautiful as a god, which makes us enchanted."

This group of elves who were talking loudly could not see Hermes VII at all due to their hierarchical authority, so they took advantage of this meeting of elders to seize the opportunity of Hermes VII's appearance and rush to flatter him.

Hermes VII smiled slightly, as if he was very useful, but said nothing. He just walked slowly towards the Holy Water Palace among the crowds. His steps were very steady and powerful, and he felt like stepping on the deck floating like clouds. Sounds can be heard.

The Titan was leaning against the only stone corridor exit of the Holy Water Palace. A special railing on the deck was opened by an attendant in a black suit and white tie. The white elevator extended out from nowhere, as if the God of Gamblers was being held in his hands. Like the cards that were sent out, it was seamlessly connected to the exit of the stone corridor. Each step is as thin as cicada wings, like the tracks in a flow workshop, exuding a faint blue fluorescence, which is the effect of reinforcement magic.

Another attendant quickly untied the red carpet, and the red carpet was spread straight from the beginning to the end of the elevator like a rotating cylinder.

Hermes VII stepped onto the red carpet, smiled at the elves behind him as a polite goodbye, and then walked towards the stone corridor without looking back. The remaining important elders of the Basil family followed The identities followed them in order, and when their figures disappeared into the stone corridor, the elevator slowly retracted.

Anyone who is not specially summoned or whose status is high enough will not be allowed to enter the Holy Water Palace. Even if they are lucky enough to enter, the door of the palace will not be opened, and the chain-mail guards inside the palace will undoubtedly show no mercy. The intruders might simply be imprisoned or killed.

After the important elders of other families entered the venue, the atmosphere outside the Holy Water Palace suddenly became lively.

The elders were suppressing it before, and the young elves did not dare to act arrogantly. It was absolutely impossible to discuss this meeting loudly, but after the elders entered, the curiosity of all the elves present could not be restrained. Thousands of ships On the ship, even if every elf was talking quietly, the combined sound would be enough to make a sensation.

On the Titan, a group of young male elves were surrounding a male elf sitting on a white beach chair. They were talking a lot. Not far away, female elves were also in their own groups, discussing meetings or exchanging women's experiences.

"Hey, tell me, Aaron, this meeting was held so suddenly. Did something happen to Her Royal Highness?" an elf asked the elf sitting on the beach chair.

"How do I know?" Aaron narrowed his captivating peach blossom eyes and casually unbuttoned his beach-style floral shirt, revealing his plump and strong chest.

"You are the most favored among our younger generation, not to mention that the elder has entrusted you with important tasks. How could you not know at all?" An elf smiled and silently added in his heart that you are the only nephew of the elder. You'd be damned if you didn't know.

"You must know, why don't you ask the elder yourself?" Aaron raised his eyebrows.

The elves were speechless. They all knew that Aaron was mature and capable, with a very cautious and cold personality. He was thorough and meticulous in his work. He would not say a word about things that should not be revealed, but they still had an attitude of not giving up and wanted to Let's see if we can get something out of Aaron, because this meeting is really weird.

A few days ago, the communicators of each family of the Shui Tribe suddenly received urgent messages. The letters containing the messages were sealed with red paint, and the black kraft paper faintly revealed a hint of strangeness and sinisterness. The sacred falcons specially used to transport messages over long distances were in a hurry. , several of them died of exhaustion. You must know that this kind of divine falcon that can sense spiritual elements is expensive and difficult to raise, and ordinary nobles cannot use it at all.

This shows how serious the matter is.

The elves sighed and were about to disperse to have fun, when Aaron suddenly smiled mysteriously and whispered: "As for the matter, I only know one thing, that is, Her Royal Highness the Princess is missing."

All the elves were shaken, and turned their heads to stare dumbfounded at the romantic Aaron who seemed to have said nothing just now, showing an expression of disbelief.

Hermes VII leaned on a golden cane and stepped on the cashmere carpet step by step with a cold expression.

"Seventh generation, what do you think that Hilisant is trying to do? What news did he send that the princess was missing? It couldn't be a trap." A senior member of the Basil family in a green silk robe came up and faced Hermes VII. Whispered.

"He doesn't have the ability to trap." Hermes VII snorted coldly.

Hermes VII has always been disdainful of Halisand. He was once a member of the Basil family, but he was just an inferior. But he learned the secret method from unknown sources, and his bloodline became crazy. His promotion was like cheating. He suddenly jumped to the forefront of the four-star elves. He also received unprecedented support in the important appointment meeting of palace elders and became a member of the special elders meeting of the Holy Water Palace. Not long after, he climbed onto the first chair.

Hermes VII once mercilessly despised and criticized Halisante, so Halisante has always been in the opposite camp to him. Over the years, Halisante has been secretly cultivating his own power, and Hermes VII saw it. He didn't pay attention to it, but that didn't mean he didn't keep it in mind. Of course he had taken measures to suppress it. For example, on the matter of Her Royal Highness the Princess' personal bodyguard, he gave Highmountain a powerful blow.

Hermes VII believed in the principle of making a big splash without making a sound, so he either didn't take action, or once he made a move, he would give the enemy a fatal blow.

"Seventh Generation, the letter basically said that the princess has fallen in love," a family elder said thoughtfully, stroking his beard.

Hermes VII interrupted him neatly: "Haiya was cultivated by the Basil family. She will not betray the family. Of course, she cannot betray the family either."

"That's right. Princess, there's no way she doesn't understand the power inside. It should have been framed by Haili Shante to suppress us and strengthen his power." The elder thought for a while, nodded in agreement.

"In short, this time is related to the future of all the senior officials of the Aquatic Tribe. We must treat it with caution. Moreover, we must take some measures. As for the fact that Hailishante occupies the top position of the special elders, I think he has stayed there long enough. Already." A frightening light flashed in the eyes of Hermes VII.

Immediately, the heavy carved wooden door made a creaking sound, and dazzling lights rushed out, shining on a group of senators in the corridor, and a faint scent of ambergris wafted out.

Hermes VII and the others arrived. This was the highest-level council hall in the Holy Water Palace.

It is used to determine the future of the aquatic tribe, and even affects the future of the entire elven realm. It has a name called "Procristios", which means the flood maker.

The fate of the world was once shrouded in the shadow of the flood, and the results that occurred in the Procristios Council Hall were very likely to affect the entire Elven Realm.