God seal

Searle didn't expect to see him again.

He has many titles, "Your Majesty", "Elf King", "Controller of the Sea of ​​Trees". In the eyes of outsiders, he is a symbol of authority and the leader of a powerful group. However, in Searle's heart, he is He is the closest person in this world, and I always just want to call him by the most intimate name.

"dad."

The Elf King hummed softly, and looked at Searle gently with his blue eyes.

"You've grown up, Searle."

Searle's eyes were slightly red, but the Elf King continued.

"—I'm tanned too. I thought you'd at least become a little fairer after living in Iranpur for 150 years." There was some regret in the tone.

Searle froze for a moment, then noticed that the Elf King said that on purpose.It's the same as when I was a child, every time Searle made a mistake, after the Elf King hung him on a branch, he would stand by with his hands admiring his stubborn and aggrieved little expression.

Even though Searle is now more than 300 years old, he can't be regarded as a child in terms of the age of humans or elves, but the elf king still retains this habit.Seeing Searle's helpless expression at this time, the Elf King curled his lips and smiled.Probably for a father, teasing children is always a constant pleasure.

"Come here." Sitting on the couch covered with woven trees, the Elf King waved to him.

Searle walked forward very naturally, and sat down next to the Elf King.

"Did you just wake up?"

"I was going to wait for you, but I fell asleep again before I knew it. Who were you talking to just now?" asked the Elf King.

The dialogue between the two is like an ordinary father and son.

"Eli." Searle was not very happy, and even said to the Elf King with some accusations, "He ran away halfway through his speech, and he has always had this temper."

The Elf King groaned, as if he wasn't shocked by his attitude towards the Creator, nor was he surprised that Eli appeared in his room.

"Then you can pay him back in the same way next time."

Searle nodded in agreement.

The attitudes of the two father and son towards the gods are surprisingly similar.

After a while, Searle couldn't help but ask, "He said you..."

The Elf King didn't let him finish speaking, but stretched out his hand and stroked Searle's forehead.Searle felt the cool touch, and held that hand in his palm dissatisfied, trying to warm it up.

"The last time I saw you, at least it was warm!"

The Elf King smiled, and looked helplessly and indulgently at Searle grabbing his hand and rubbing it vigorously.No one dared to treat the Elven King like this. Everyone, including Estes, regarded him as a sculpture on the throne, a symbol of theocracy, rather than a living life.Only Searle—the fruit he picked by himself, relied on him, admired him, and always regarded him as his father.The Elf King didn't understand this kind of emotion before, just like his own father, they only had great righteousness and didn't care about small love.But Searle taught him... Thinking of this, he sighed.

Searle looked at him nervously.

"So what Eli said is true, you will lose your life for becoming a god?"

The Elven King corrected him.

"I didn't die because I became a god, but to meet the death that all life will meet."

"At least it shouldn't be at this time!" Searle was a little angry, and the anger was mixed with fear.

The Elf King looked at him, and the reluctance in his heart deepened, and he took his hand from Searle's palm to stroke his face.

"Remember when you asked me when I was a kid?"

The Elf King's elegant voice sounded in Searle's ear, and he felt a little sleepy for some reason.

"Why do we have pointed ears? This question is the same as why I must become a god and then die. There is no reason, Thur. This was set at the beginning of the world's creation."

Searle fell asleep, and when he woke up again, he was no longer in the elf king's bedroom.The room in front of him was so familiar yet strange, it was his childhood residence.He jumped off the bed at once, wanting to find the Elf King again.

However, he was stopped by Doragon when he reached the door of the room.

"His Majesty has already retreated."

Doragon's next sentence.

"The war is coming."

War came without warning.There was no provocation, no proclamation, and even no obvious contradictions and disputes. With the Dwarf Kingdom as the leader, several countries simultaneously launched a war of aggression against the Sea of ​​Elf Trees.When Searle got the news, the nearest army to them was less than a hundred miles away from the oak forest.

All the underage elves have retreated to the deepest part of the sea of ​​trees, while all the adult elves will step onto the battlefield.Searle looked at those young, slightly immature faces, and watched them pack their bags and head to the front line without hesitation.Estes was among them, and he walked closer to the front than any of them.

The silver in Searle's eyes seemed to be frozen in ice.

"How many enemies are there?" he asked.

"Gray-collared dwarves, human kingdoms in the middle, highlanders in the north, and several independent city-states." Doragon replied behind him, "These are the information sent by the scouts who returned to the sea of ​​trees. Came back..." The elf scouts who didn't come back, of course, couldn't send back any information.

"Middle Kingdom, highlanders?" Surprised, "I remember they belong to the parish of the God of Light."

The relationship between the Holy City and Searle has always been good. He did not expect that these forces belonging to the diocese under the control of the Holy City would also participate in this war.

"I heard that the high priests of the God of Light in these areas have also been placed under house arrest."

Searle was really surprised this time. Declaring war on the elves can be said to be for the immediate benefit, but what is the purpose of the house arrest of the priest of the God of Light?You must know that even Eli is not as good as Duyi in terms of the scope of believers on the mainland and the power he has among them.

This is tantamount to declaring war with the strongest god in the mainland!For people to make such a decision, how huge should they gain?It's chilling to think about.

Searle looked up at the branches of the "tree" that covered the entire sea of ​​trees.Just because of the news that the Elven King was seriously ill, these sudden enemies took such a big action?Is there anything in the sea of ​​trees that is worth grabbing by the other party at all costs?He thought of the young and middle-aged elves whose whereabouts were unknown.

"You still don't want to tell me, where did the warriors of the clan go after leaving the sea of ​​trees?"

Doragon's face was tight.

Searle knew the answer.

"Do you think we will lose?" After a long time, he heard the chief guard of the royal court ask.

Says Searle: "I never lose. I always have, and I always will."

……

"Hurry up! Set up all defenses and traps!"

The orc commanded from above, and the half-race girl sat on her father's shoulders, bumping and bouncing with his movements.Brian pulled out a hand to help Therese sit more securely, and then continued to order:

"I need a few druids to spawn the thorny vines I just planted in the west to make them grow faster. Who is free?"

Several druids raised their hands, one of whom was a dwarf.

"Go!"

The dwarf druid couldn't keep up with the pace of the other elf druids, and walked staggeringly among the busy crowd. Beside him, a half-breed highlander walked over.Without saying a word, he put the dwarf on his shoulders and chased after the other druids.

"Among our enemies are dwarves and highlanders."

Monte came from the side and suddenly said this when he saw this scene.

"There are also orcs." Brian simply finished for him, "What do you want to say?"

"These druids come from different races and have been trained in the oak forest all year round, but after all, they all have their own country; the mixed blood brought by Thur has no roots and no roots, but they have never experienced war. Do you think that when the war really starts, they will be able to fight against the same race with similar appearance?"

"I have killed as many orcs as Thur." Brian said, "Race and country are not the only basis for dividing camps, but faith is. People here either believe in the goddess of nature or believe in Thur, and they will not betray Elf, like you wouldn't betray Thur."

Monte wanted to say something, but was speechless here.

Talking about Searle, they simply continued with this topic.

"What do you think he's thinking now? He saved the world 150 years ago, but now the world is going to be against him." Monte sarcastically said, "At that time, wouldn't it be better for him not to be a hero and let those people be swallowed by the demon tide?" .”

"Then there would be no you or me," said Brian.

"There's no more me!" Therese added on top of him.

"I know what you want to say, and I can say for sure that he won't regret it." Brian interrupted Monte, "I have experienced the last period of the battle against demons, and I know what demons are. They are not humans, not elves, and even Not life, for all living life, they are despair, death itself. In such a war, you will not think about the contradictions and disputes between races, you will only think about how to survive. If you give Seer One chance, believe me, he will do the same."

He will not give up saving the world of the past because of the betrayal he suffered today.

"And—" Brian changed the subject, "not everyone abandoned him."

He pointed to the distance, a flag embroidered with white roses loomed among the trees, and arrived at the oak forest before any enemy army, its rose petals fluttering in the wind would never fade——White Rose Knights!

"Reinforcements are coming," Brian said with a laugh.