God seal

"Archer, the first round of arrows, let go!"

"Melee sprint!"

"Archer's second round of arrows!"

After the elves cast another round of arrows, the corpses of enemy infantry nearly filled the ravine.

"Clean up the trenches, pull the bodies out, and the others retreat with the wounded."

The sword light flickered and the flames flew.Estes growled almost hoarsely.He tried to moisten his throat with saliva, but his throat rolled a few times, and even a trace of water could not be squeezed out.

Alvita approached him on his wolf.

"Your Highness!"

At this time, he called Estes the honorific.

"The elder arch druid on the northern front died in battle! Brian led the remaining druids into a bitter battle."

Grief flashed in Estes' eyes, but there was no time to grieve for the dead.

"Where are the brothers? Where are the mages?"

"Those mages were delayed by the enemy's mage group, and the two sides fell into a stalemate. His Royal Highness Salanduel returned to the royal court to fetch things, and he has not returned yet!"

"Hold on for a while!" Estes was silent for a while, "We must wait until he comes back."

At this time, Searle, who had returned to the "tree", pushed open a door.There, the throne that originally belonged to the Elf King is now empty.

"Dad..." Searle murmured and walked towards the throne.

Time goes back to before the war started.

Bailey is ready to enter the battlefield with the mages who are ready, but the enemy's movements have begun to change.Searle couldn't figure out the inside story of the coalition forces, and while he was observing, the other party had already begun to attack.

They changed their previous style and acted swiftly and clearly.The fortifications for crossing the river had already been set up, and after the coalition forces ignored the bait sent by the elves, their army was crossing the river bit by bit.And before crossing to the other side of the river, the mages on the other side had already started to cast their spells.All of a sudden, spells of various elemental systems flew all over the sky, smashing into the traps that the elves had set up by the river in advance.The trap was either destroyed by a spell, or it was activated in advance, failing to damage any enemy troops.

"Retreat into the oak forest!" Searle made a decisive decision, "Brian, lead the druids to set up obstacles. Estes leads the archers and the melee team to guerrilla. Victoria, the opponent's frontal attack will be handed over to You knights, I will let Master Bailey support you."

He quickly arranged the layout and placed the personnel in their appropriate positions. He is indeed a person who has experienced the war of expelling demons.

Archmage Bailey squinted his eyes, but asked, "What about you?"

Seir didn't answer him, but looked at the half-elf Monte.

"If you were asked to leave the sea of ​​trees now, how long would it take you to reach Wind Rising City?"

Monte thought for a while: "The fastest three days!" This is already his sleepless speed.

"What if there is a teleportation spell?"

"You can go back and forth within two days!"

"Okay." Searle patted Monte on the shoulder, and then looked at Archmage Bailey, "I'm afraid I will trouble you to pay a mage."

"I have no objection. But reducing one mage at this critical moment is equivalent to reducing the combat power of one regiment. You should think about it." Old Bailey looked at him.

Searle didn't have much, he just pulled Monte to the side and whispered, and then asked Archmage Bailey to arrange staff immediately and leave with Monte.

"A hundred miles away from the sea of ​​trees, you can probably use the teleportation spell." Searle said, "As for whether you can get there safely, you can only rely on yourself."

Monte smiled without fear.

"You guys have to support me until I come back."

Archmage Bailey looked at Searle, unable to figure out what the other party was thinking. At this time, he sent someone to a Southern Freedom League. Did he think that the mixed blood in the south would help the elves?Even if the other party agrees, how can the large army be able to catch up in just two days.I am afraid that before the reinforcements arrived, the Sea of ​​Elf Trees had already been breached by the coalition forces.

Archmage Bailey began to waver, whether it was really the right choice to choose to seek refuge with the elves.

"Don't worry." Searle saw through his mind, "Even if the elf tree sea can't hold it, I will avenge Archie. At least in this battle, not only we will suffer losses."

Archmage Bailey felt a little relieved.

But from the beginning to the end, there was one elf who never spoke—Doragon, the chief guard of the royal court.Ever since the elf king became a god and then fell, the chief guard has been very reticent.Now that the elves were facing such a crisis situation, he did not see him showing a nervous expression, as if he had expected everything.

"Uncle Doragon." Searle walked up to him, "I have to trouble you to accompany me back to the royal court."

Time goes back to this moment.

Searle looked between the empty throne, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"I still remember that I was often punished by my father to stand here. He said that I was the first elf who was punished to stand between the thrones."

A trace of nostalgia also flashed in Doragon's eyes.

"Your Majesty licks the calf with deep affection."

"Really?" Searle changed the subject, "That's why he expelled me from the sea of ​​trees, because he was afraid that I would try to stop him after I knew the truth about becoming a god?"

Doragon was silent.

Searle bent down and picked up the elven crown that was placed on the throne.The crown changed its appearance in his hands, and the debris of the stars shone and fell on the fingertips.However, this beauty reminded Searle of the scene he didn't want to think of.

"What does it mean to be a god? Waterland is uncharacteristically, and Hephace doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. Now even his father has died because of it."

"That's not an area we can touch." Doragon lowered his head and said.

"Then if I ask Eli, ask him to make me a god. Do you think he will tell me?"

"Searle!" Doragon raised his head in panic, "No!"

"Why not?" Searle asked him back, holding the crown in front of his eyes, "Now there are tens of thousands of enemies outside the tree, and I don't know how many people are staring at them outside, and there are only a few thousand elves. Even I can't turn the tide. But if I Become a god, maybe there is still a glimmer of life. Aren't you willing to save our compatriots?"

"That shouldn't be you..."

"But the one who is closest to that step now is me. Uncle Doragon, you are so opposed... It seems that you really know something." Seeing Doragon's pale face, Sel didn't embarrass him anymore, but said, "Father Is it also related to the gods to send the most elite fighters in the clan to the Great Rift Valley?"

Doragon knew that some things could not be hidden from Searle's eyes.

"...Your Majesty once made a prophecy when he landed. One of them was that he sensed that the evil lord under the abyss was about to move again, and it was likely to overthrow the entire continent. That's why he sent the elite soldiers to the continent. Rift Guard."

The strength that even the elf king who was half-step conferred gods at that time could feel threatened was definitely not an ordinary demon.

"Is it an evil god?" Searle asked with a frown.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not." Doragon sighed, "I thought that those thousands of elites would never return, but now it seems that His Majesty sent them out to save the fire for us. Some They are here, at least they still have blood to pass on."

Searle mentioned the old saying again: "If I can seal the gods, these compatriots in the tree sea will be safe and sound."

"No! No...you, only you, Searle." Doragon sighed, "You can't become a god."

Searle was taken aback, but Doragon did not expect to refute him for this reason.However, why is Doragon so clear, is it the prophecy of the Elven King?But even if the Elf King sensed it, he couldn't do anything about it.

A prophecy that only comes into effect at the moment of death.Searle recalled the distant memories and smiled coldly.This is not a trick, what is it!

He picked up the crown and went out.

"Then it won't be a god."

The silver-haired elf left the throne, and the voice came from afar.

"I'll just show it to Eli. Even so, I can keep here."

"Father!" Teresu grabbed the orc's wolf ears and almost fell off.

Brian quickly supported his daughter, "Sorry, dear."

The half-race girl pointed to the north of the oak forest, "I saw Al just now, and he came to help us!"

Brian looked in the direction his daughter pointed and shook his head.They have retreated into the deepest part of the oak forest, and further inwards is the forest of shrubs.Estes and the others are in charge of patrolling the periphery. If they even retreat to such a deep place, it means that the situation is already very unfavorable to them.

He still underestimated the mage.Even in the sea of ​​elves, mages were limited in their abilities, but compared to warriors who could only fight with cold weapons, mages could play a big role on the battlefield with the lowest level of obfuscation.Although the elves are immune to low-level magic, their number is too small, and half of the half-breeds who came back with Seir have been lost!The group of own forces led by Archmage Bailey were restrained and unable to play an important role.

And the person who restrained Pele and the others had fought side by side with them.

"Bethian."

Brian looked at the black-robed mage who appeared in the center of the battlefield.He was the last one to know Bossian, and he didn't have deep feelings for him. Monte was heartless and didn't care, but Searle was different. He can remember his companions 200 years ago until now, and he is unwilling to abandon the mixed-race refugees he encounters on the road.Is Sear really unwavering about Bethien's betrayal?

Searle answered Brian's question with actions.

No one saw when the silver-haired elf appeared and how he broke into the center of the mage group.When everyone noticed, he had already squeezed Bethian's throat in his palm.

Thur wears a crown.The brilliance of flowers, leaves and stars set off his handsome appearance like a god.It's not the first time that Bethien has noticed Searle's beauty. However, at this moment, Searle, who broke into the enemy line and captured the enemy's general effortlessly like a god, is extremely powerful and beautiful. It's hard not to be bewitched.

While slightly absent-minded, he heard the elf holding his lifeblood say coldly:

"If I kill you here, will it all be over?"

Bethien smiled, his black eyes reflected Searle's face.

"It will start over."