The Dark Witches had always been arrogant, so they didn't want to participate in this gathering.
But considering that they would need the help of this giant airship for their later operations, they could only patiently and condescend to participate. What's more, there was an even more attractive topic at this gathering that made their hearts itch unbearably.
It was time to split the loot!
After two consecutive battles, countless elves were killed and captured. Now that they had arrived at a relatively safe place, it was time to split the loot.
A Dark Witch accompanied the Ice Witch Chave to count all the elven captives. They were recorded according to their rank, gender, occupation, age, and appearance.
The long list quickly fell into the hands of Grimm, Alice, and Ulthar.
With the high Spirit attribute of a Wizard, it was not difficult for them to memorize such simple numbers. The list was quickly passed around, and it was time to split the loot.
According to the previous agreement, the Dark Witches had the majority of the elven captives, and they had the right to choose first. Therefore, Grimm politely asked the Ulthar Witch to choose first.
Grimm's humility obviously worked on the Ulthar Witch, and a rare smile appeared on her ugly and gloomy face.
Not only were there a lot of elves captured this time, but they were also of high quality.
It couldn't be helped. Whether it was the Jintha'Alor Camp or the Moonlight Goddess' Oracle team, the proportion of fighters was much higher than that of ordinary elven villages. Therefore, among the 427 elven captives, there were 162 Grade 1 fighters and 12 Grade 2 fighters.
Of course, there was also a Grade 3 Elf Oracle's half-burnt body and her intact soul.
The Dark Witch was indeed the representative of sinister and evil witches. After the Elven Oracle, Cynnia, was tragically killed by the Thunder Dragon Armes, she quickly inserted a high quality soul gem into the forehead of the burnt corpse.
Therefore, under the pull of the soul gem, Cynnia's soul, which was supposed to return to the Moonlight Goddess' Kingdom through the passage of faith, was imprisoned.
Although the Dark Witches were good at dark witchcraft, they were not as good at refining souls and modifying bodies as the Witches of Death.
If Cynthia's corpse and soul were to fall into the hands of the Witches of Death, they would at least be able to create a Grade 3 Undead Banshee. If one's luck was good, a Tier 3 Intermediate Necromancer would also be quite good. Considering that Cynnia was an Elven Oracle in the past, the possibility of her being a Grade 3 High Rank Lich was low, but it was not impossible.
If Cynthia's soul was sold to the Pale Witch, they were best at erasing the soul's memory and then assimilating it into their own spirit body.
A Tier 3 high-grade soul could definitely be sold for a good price!
This was not the Sorcerer World, where the sale of souls was strictly prohibited. If one could obtain such a high-quality soul here, the Tier 3 Pale Witches would definitely go crazy.
However, once Cynnia's soul fell into Ulthar's hands, it would no longer be a problem for him to refine a Tier 3 Shadow Assassin. This kind of dark shadow puppet that had no self-will and would only listen to the refiner's orders was the best support for a high-grade Dark Witch.
That was why Ulthar chose all the ordinary elves, including the elderly and children.
It could not be helped. In terms of cost-effectiveness, the elves with the status of combatants were naturally more valuable. However, the order she received before coming here was to try her best to bring back an elven population that could thrive. If that was the case, the elderly and children would become indispensable!
Otherwise, it would not be a complete population if there were only adult male and female elves.
After choosing the ordinary elves, Ulthar chose one-third of the Tier 1 elves and three of the Tier 2 elves.
It was not that she did not want to choose more, but most of these combatants had been captured by the Wizard's subordinates during the battle. In this case, they could not simply be considered as public spoils of war for Ulthar to choose from. Instead, they had become the private spoils of war of the Wizard's faction.
The number of Dark Witches was still a little low. Coupled with the chaos of the battle, they were suppressed by the elves to the point that they could not display their full strength. That was why the private spoils of war of the Dark Witches were much less than those of the Wizard's faction.
Even the corpse and soul of the Tier 3 Elven Oracle belonged to the Wizard's faction.
After all, the Tier 3 Thunder Dragon that contributed the most in the battle was actually a contracted creature summoned by the Wizard. In order to capture the Elven Oracle, the Wizard had to pay the price of three bottles of Moon Water and the heavy damage to the floating ship.
Hence, although the Tier 3 Dark Witch Ulthar contributed a lot, in terms of the distribution of the Elven Oracle's corpse and soul, she was obviously inferior to the Wizard named Grimm.
No one would complain about having too many high-grade spoils of war, and no one was willing to throw them away.
That was why Grimm stored Sinnia's corpse into the warehouse in front of the furious Dark Witch Ulthar and put the Soul Diamond into his pouch.
Of course, Ulthar's contribution in the final battle could not be ignored, so Grimm gave her two Tier 2 elven captives as compensation.
After the captives were distributed, the elven resources and materials obtained from the Jintha'Alor Camp's warehouse were left behind.
According to the previous agreement, these items belonged to the Destiny Witches, which meant that they had become the Crimson Family's spoils of war.
After distributing the spoils, the elven captives were forced off the floating ship and sent to the dark and damp underground prison. Considering that the environment here was too harsh, if they were not transported away as soon as possible, with the elves' weak physique, there would be many heart-wrenching non-battle injuries.
Hence, the Dark Witch and Grimm's party temporarily stayed on an isolated island while they waited for the floating ship to be repaired!
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Calan Continent, West Coast.
Rooseland Village.
This was a small elven village hidden in a quiet valley.
There were only about twenty to thirty treehouses in the village, which were distributed on top of three towering ancient trees. Through the nature spells of the elves, the tree bridges made of thick, flat ancient tree branches and the vine bridges made of intertwined tree vines and flower branches built a vertically and horizontally passageway of different heights between the treehouses.
All the building materials here came from nature, from the Great Forest. Whether it was the platforms built on the ancient branches, the stairs built around the tree trunks, or the materials used to make the vine bridges, they were all provided by the green plants here.
It was difficult for the bright sunlight to penetrate through the dense and solid 'green sky' above their heads. However, the fine sunlight halos projected the thick greenery to every corner of this secluded valley.
The light here was not that strong, and it was even a little dim.
However, the strange, hazy and illusory scene, as well as the slightly swaying vine bridges in the wind, were so magnificent and beautiful!
The elves were not a very diligent race.
Their long lives, comfortable and comfortable living environment, and their love for art and nature … All of these made the elves so lazy and leisurely at every moment!
There were only about sixty people in Rooseland Village, and seventy to eighty percent of them were ordinary elves who did not choose to fight. Some chose to become gardeners, some chose to become painters, and some chose to become organists … They all had different hobbies, so their choices were very different. However, their love for nature and life was the same.
Every afternoon, the elves of Rooseland Village would leave their treehouses and come to the largest platform behind the village hall.
This was a place specially opened by Rooseland Village for the elves to practice their archery skills.
If there was a mandatory requirement for all elves in the Elven Kingdom, it would be to practice archery!
Any elven village, town, or city had to build a public shooting range like this for the elves in the area to practice. Every elf in the Elven Kingdom had the obligation to spend more than an hour every day to practice their archery skills.
In order to better guide these ordinary elves who lived in peace and tranquility so that they would not neglect the specialties of the forest elves, every elven settlement would have archery instructors and master battle dancers stationed there to give them appropriate training and selection.
Those who showed good signs from a young age would be selected and sent to the nearby training camp.
Over there, they could fight and train together with talented youths from dozens of nearby villages, and then grow into qualified warriors or archers. Those who had talent in spellcasting would be sent to places further away to receive more systematic and professional druid or elven mage training.
If the Elven Kingdom in the Central Mountain Range was a tall, ancient tree with intertwined roots, then a small place like Rooseland Village would be an inconspicuous root that stretched out in all directions of the tree.
It was precisely because of the existence of these countless roots that a grain of sand could form a tower, and a small number of them could form a large number. They gathered together to form a huge elven kingdom that could rule the entire Calan Continent!
In the afternoon, it was time for the elves of Rooseland Village to practice their archery skills.
Apart from a few elves who went out, all the male and female elves who stayed in the village put down their chores and left their nursery and garden. They came out of their treehouses, crossed the crisscrossing vine bridges, and gathered on the platform one after another.
What they did not expect was that every move they made was actually being watched by a terrifying and evil wizard.
Countless tiny, light, mosquito-like beetles flapped their wings and flew among the lush green branches and leaves, closely monitoring every elf in the village.
When they gathered on the platform without knowing what was going on, in a dark corner where they could not see, the roots of a tall, ancient tree that would require more than a dozen people to wrap their arms around it suddenly began to swell strangely.
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