In the temple of the Elven Goddess Shaye, the sealed altar was opened again after nearly two centuries.
Brando saw tall Elves with cold expressions, long silver hair tied behind their heads, silver pointed helmets, double-ended swords in their hands, and pure white silver-plated armor on their bodies. They walked down from the obsidian altar with large strides. Their faces were cold, and their long silver hair was tied behind their heads. They wore silver pointed helmets that protected their faces, and they held double-ended swords in their hands. They were pure white chainmail armor that was plated with silver. The Silver Elves were known as the strongest heavy infantry in the continent!
The Elven Guards.
Twenty Silver Elves appeared on the altar one after another. They all nodded at Brando and stood neatly on both sides of the altar. Finally, a faint shadow appeared in the center of the temple. It was like a spirit that was slowly taking shape. Clang! The mercenaries behind Brando unsheathed their swords. But Brando was not nervous. He could guess what was going on and nodded slightly.
Under everyone's nervous gazes, the blurry figure gradually became clearer. Facial features gradually emerged from the white shadow. Finally, an adult elf wearing a silver robe, with silver hair and silver eyes, and even his skin was light silver in color, appeared in front of everyone. He raised his chin and looked at everyone with an indifferent gaze. He was taller than everyone in Brando's group. Even among the Silver Elves, he was considered tall and sturdy.
The Silver Elf glanced at everyone with a stern gaze. Even the Nightsong Tiger could not help but lower his head in fear. Even though it was just a blurry figure, everyone held their breaths as they felt the strength of the person in front of them. The first and only possibility they thought of was that this was one of the ancient kings of the Silver Elves.
The Silver Elf thought for a moment and asked: "You are all humans?"
Everyone, including Brando, nodded.
"Who is he?" Amandina could not help but whisper to Brando's back.
"I think he is the First King of the Silver Elves, Azoth. I have seen his face in the engravings before." Brando blurted out. The holographic image of the Eleventh King of the Silver Elves could be found on the forums. Brando was certain of it, but he could not say it out loud. Otherwise, he would be labeled as a fraud.
But just as he finished speaking, the giant Elf lowered his head and looked at Brando: "You know me?"
Brando could only nod. What else could he do? The ancient Silver Elves had all experienced the War of the Holy Saints. They came from the Age of Chaos, the Age of Chaos. One had to know that in that era, there were still golden bloodlines walking on the earth. The various races were all descendants of the silver bloodline, and there were countless powerful individuals. For someone like Medissa who had the strength of a Gold-ranked warrior, it might seem inconceivable in the present day, but at that time, there were plenty of them.
The forum had estimated the levels of a series of powerhouses in that era. The conclusion was that the Four Holy Saints were at least level 180 and above. The leaders of the Dwarves, Humans, and Elves at that time were probably not lower than level 150. As for Elemental Activation, it was the basic requirement for a Warrior. Those below Gold were cannon fodder. All in all, it was a mythical era.
Of course, these estimates were based on fragmentary information. There might be some errors, but Brando thought that even if there were, it would not be too far off. Just like this Azoth in front of him. He was just a shadow standing here, but the pressure he gave him almost made him unable to breathe. His experience was that of a level 130 Warrior. He could not be compared to the Roman and Amandina.
The Silver Elf King Azoth's soul pondered for a moment and said: "Thank you for the child Metisha."
"But on the other hand, you came here to ask for something, right?"
Brando nodded again. Didn't Metisha say that it would be fine as long as she agreed? Why did this Azoth come out? Could it be that the little girl was lying? But Metisha had become his summoning card now. It seemed like he could not find her even if he wanted to denounce her. But Azoth paused for a moment and continued: "So, what help do you want, former ally?"
The Elf King's voice was very low. It seemed that he was not used to the modern Cruz language, so he spoke very slowly.
But everyone understood the meaning of his words. They were stunned. So easy to talk to?
But Brando understood that the problem was not that simple. But he still answered honestly: "I want to deal with the Lizardmen bandits in the forest. On the one hand, I want to fulfill Metisha's wish. I hope to get your help."
"This is a battle between the living. How can the dead interfere?" Azoth asked.
Damn! Cunning old fox! Brando cursed in his heart, but still answered: "No, this has something to do with you."
"What does it have to do with?"
Brando raised his head. For the first time, he had the courage to look into Azoth's eyes: "Those Lizardmen, I'm afraid, are related to the Tree Herders."
"Tree Herders?" Azoth asked in a low voice.
"After the War of the Holy Saints, the Darkness Dragon was imprisoned forever. The Miirnas were also driven to the northern tundra by our ancestor, the Flame King Gretel. Everyone said that no one saw them after that, but they have always existed. " Brando spoke frankly: "They scattered and integrated into the human world. They called themselves the Tree Herders, the Silver Sky Serpents, and secretly engaged in activities to subvert civilization. They were preparing to seek the Darkness Dragon's return. "
"Ah!" Amandina suddenly exclaimed. She looked at Brando in surprise. Of course she knew about the Miirnas, but she did not expect the Tree Herders to be the legendary Dark Ones. She also did not expect Brando to know about this. And he seemed to have known about it for a long time. But weren't these things very dangerous? If Brando knew, then there was no reason for the high-ranking nobles not to know. Why didn't they have the intention to completely expel these organizations?
Of course, she did not think that Brando was lying. No one dared to lie in front of the Elven King. But if the Miirnas still existed, then what about the Darkness Dragon? Was it really like what Brando said, that it was also welcoming the return of the Darkness Dragon?
The previous Dark Age was the War of the Holy Saints that lasted for nearly seven centuries. That was a chaotic time like hell. She did not dare to imagine that the world would return to that kind of chaos. Moreover, the Golden Bloodline that fought against the Darkness Dragon had disappeared, and the Silver Clan was declining day by day. How could they, the Bronze and Iron Clans, save the world again?
Amandina's face could not help but turn a little pale.
After listening to Brando's words, Azodan raised his silver eyebrows: "Those remnants of the Darkness are still active?" He sighed: "Gilt is too soft-hearted. I warned him when I was still alive. It's a pity that this young man did not listen to me in the end. But perhaps it is because of this that he can be called a King … "
Brando did not speak, but Roman, the Nightsong Tiger, Amandina, and the others were shocked to the point that they could not speak. In the end, it was the younger of the Elementalist sisters who stuttered: "Lord … Lord Azodan, you said that the Flame King Gilt is soft-hearted?"
Brando looked at them and knew why they were so surprised. The Flame King Gilt was known for his coldness and ruthlessness in history. This emperor who single-handedly established human civilization was the last of the Holy Saints, and was also one of the Four Holy Saints. Most of the rumors about him were about how he cold-bloodedly established his own dynasty, and how he drove the Miirnas to the harsh north.
But Brando knew that the real history of the players was not like this, but it was not convenient for him to say more.
In order to prevent the topic from being diverted, he had to interrupt the question: "The Lizardmen are here to spy on the King's tomb. From Metisha's words, they must have been near the temple more than once. Your Majesty, you have been sleeping here for generations, so you must be aware of everything around you. "
Alsothan finally nodded. He glanced at the two little wild elves. Although he could tell that they were elves, the silver bloodline was too scattered back then, so he couldn't tell which bloodline these two little girls came from.
"So …"
Brando answered, and the young man's face quickly showed a confident smile.
Azodan also showed a gentle smile for the first time, but it quickly disappeared and became cold again: "Even though it is almost impossible for the creatures of darkness to break through Lady Martha's holy domain, the sacred oath of the past is still valid. In the path of fighting against the darkness, we will always stand together as allies of the humans. "
"Thank you sincerely." Brando put his hand in front of his chest and bowed. He had learned how to deal with these high-level NPCs in the game.
"Then what should we do?" Amandina finally mustered up the courage to interject at this time.
She looked at Brando and saw encouragement in his eyes.
"My guards, I will lend them to you." Azodan answered: "They were the most valiant warriors of the Silver Elves when they were alive, and after they died, they swore to fight against the darkness forever. They will go with you and help you clear out all the enemies in the darkness, but the altar is weakening day by day, and they cannot leave this area, nor can they project for too long. Finally … "He paused for a moment.
"Treat Metisha well, she is a pitiful child." The Elven Emperor said softly.
Amandina, Brando, and Roman nodded in unison.
Amandina quickly turned her head and whispered to Brando: "He trusts us that much?" She thought that there would at least be a test or something, but she did not expect Azodan to be so easygoing.
"Of course," Brando's expression was solemn as he whispered: "You don't understand under what kind of circumstances the alliance between the humans and the races were signed in the era where they lived. The agreement that was called the Sacred Covenant almost did not involve any benefits, and was purely an agreement made for survival. In that era, the races that fought against the Dark Dragon's rule were as close as brothers, or else there was no need to continue the war … "
"Are you talking about the War of the Holy Saints?" Amandina asked softly.
Brando nodded.
But suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and he frowned and immediately turned his head in a certain direction. He immediately saw the Nightsong Tiger's eyes with the same expression. The mercenary leader did not say a word, and only whispered to him in his mind: "Card Resonance —"
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