Under the cover of the night, squads of orc warriors quietly left their camps and headed towards the depths of the plains. What they were launching was a surprise attack type war!
After the bloody incident, Forza knew that he had no time to wait. Although he had instructed Lionel to kill all the orc warriors and shamans who committed the crime, he was very clear that the estrangement between the orcs and the elves had been formed. For example, in the past, when orc patrols met with elf patrols, they would greet each other in a friendly manner and then go their separate ways. Now that the two patrols met again, the elves would inevitably be on high alert. Who knew if they would encounter orcs who had lost control? As time went by, this estrangement would become deeper and deeper, and the elves' vigilance would become higher and higher. He had no more chances.
The reason why the Orcs had endured for nearly two months was that Forsa was determined to maintain his strength. He hoped to wipe out the main force of the Elves at a small cost. Forsa's imaginary enemy was not only the Elves, but also the Holy Crown City, Depew City, Cold Shadow City, and Solomon, which Forsa regarded as a strong enemy!
With so many opponents waiting for him to conquer, if he did not cherish his strength, the orcs would not be able to go far.
However, Forza, who wanted to take the initiative, had to admit that he was not ready for a full-scale war. Of course, the elves were not ready either!
In a valley, Blanche, who had been elected as the chief of the southwest region, was strolling with a few other elves. Because she was very close to Lydia, Prudence was very disgusted with Blanche. He had always arranged for the southwest region's elves to stay in an insignificant place, and even wanted to divide the southwest region's elves into other tribes. However, his proposal was firmly opposed by the southwest region's elves, and in the end, he could only let it go.
The elf tribes in the southwest region held important positions in Lola's alliance, and their strength was not to be underestimated. However, they suffered a great loss from Nicholas's sudden attack, and they did not even have a single seat in the joint senate that Updura proposed. This was a great blow to their self-esteem. Therefore, they did not have any sense of mission or identity when Updura talked about the opportunity. Since they were already excluded from the core of power, no matter how magnificent Updura's blueprint was, it would not be able to attract them.
Prudence's vigilance against them was exactly what Blanche wanted. She did not want to be involved in this war at all. Besides, the treatment of her friends in the Council of Elders that Updulla knew had angered her.
Lola and little Louise were both mixed-race children. They were the descendants of elves and humans. At the most critical moment, Lola forced little Louise to leave Moonlight City with Blanche. In the end, little Louise followed Blanche here. However, Updura showed his contempt and distrust of the half-elves. He even imprisoned little Louise, Panven, and the others who accompanied her. Blanche argued several times, but she could not convince Updura. The situation was stronger than her, and she could not forcibly attack the prison. She could only suppress her anger in her heart. It could also be said that the elves led by Blanche and the United Senate represented by Updura appeared to be united in appearance but were actually divided at heart. Updura had long since given the order to prepare for the spring offensive, but Blanche's camp was filled with a relaxed atmosphere. Nobody took the war seriously, and they wouldn't do anything either.
Today, Blanche had gathered the patriarchs of the various tribes together to discuss something important. In the previous war, Blanche's Moon Spring Water had played a significant role. Without Blanche, there wouldn't have been so many Trees of Life growing in various cities. Apudula represented the United Senate to ask Blanche in exchange for five seats, but not for the Moon Spring Water, but for the Fog Flower.
If a Fog Flower was planted in a deep well, the well would have a magical power. The water in the well could make the seeds of life quickly take root and sprout. In fact, the Ancient Tree of Life in Wild Willow City could drop hundreds of seeds of life every year. However, without Moon Spring Water, the seeds would not change no matter how long they were planted.
Blanche only had one Misty Flower left in her hand. This flower was very strange. It seemed to bloom and bear fruit once every tens of thousands of years. Even the oldest elf didn't know the exact origin of the Misty Flower. In the old elven ballad, when the Goddess of Nature left this world and forcefully broke the restraints of the laws and stepped into her own Divine Realm, she kissed a few wildflowers. From then on, the wildflowers changed, becoming half-real and half-illusory existences. You could see them clearly, but you couldn't touch them with your hands. If you blew air out of your mouth, the flowers would sway and dance with the wind as if they really grew there.
As for how to take care of and move the Fog Flower, only Blanche knew. This was the main reason why Ampudula wanted to negotiate with Blanche.
In fact, there was no need to negotiate. Blanche would never hand over the Fog Flower. The problem was that they could not refuse directly. They had to come up with a suitable excuse.
At this moment, a young female elf ran over in a panic and shouted from afar, "Sister Blanche, quick … quick, it's not good!"
"Trish, slow down. What's not good?" Blanche was stunned.
The female elf almost fell into Blanche's arms. She barely steadied herself and panted. Then, she said anxiously, "The beastmen are attacking us! Sister Blanche, quick, or it will be too late! "
"The beastmen are attacking us? What kind of joke is this? Why would they attack us?! "Blanche's face was full of disbelief.
"How can you not believe it?! It was your friend who asked me to tell you! "Trish cried.
"My friend? Where is he? "
"He's a human. How dare he come to us?!"
"Human?" Blanche was even more suspicious. "What kind of human is he?"
"He …" Trish paused and thought for a moment. "He's a young man with a lot of flavor."
"Little one, you know what flavor is?" Another elf couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. The other elves also chuckled.
"Trish, tell me in detail, what does that man look like?" Blanche's expression turned serious as a figure appeared in her mind.
"Hmm … He's very good looking. Even better than that Prudence …"
"Little one, are you seeing things? How can a human's appearance compare to Prudence's? " One of the elves laughed. Even among the elves, Prudence was a famous handsome man. He couldn't believe that a human could surpass Prudence in terms of appearance.
"When I first saw him, I thought he was just average. But the more I look at him, the more I think he … Aiya!" Trish stomped her feet anxiously. She had a lot to say, but she didn't know how to say it. "Anyway, he's better looking than Prudence! There's something about him that I can't describe! "
"You mean … his temperament?" An elf asked.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's his temperament." Trish was overjoyed. She looked at the elf gratefully and said, "He made me feel warm and hot. I didn't dare to look at him after that!"
"Haha … I'm curious. A human can charm our little princess. I really want to see him with my own eyes." The elves looked at each other and laughed.
"What are you talking about?" Trish asked, confused.
Blanche didn't laugh. She asked nervously, "What color are his eyes?"
"It's dark and very deep. When I look at you, it's like you're going to fall into it."
"Let's go, right now!" Blanche suddenly turned around and walked quickly to the depths of the camp. She wanted to gather all the elves.
"Blanche, what's wrong?" The elves were surprised. "Do you really believe these words?!"
"Do you know who he is?" Blanche spoke very quickly.
"Who is he?"
"Raphael! The Lord of the Holy Crown City, Raphael! "
All of the elves were dumbstruck, and Trish was no exception. Her little mouth was wide open, and if it had been any wider, her chin would have probably fallen off, and her mischievous eyes wouldn't have been able to move. Heavens … She was aiming her bow at a super powerhouse, but that Raphael didn't seem to be as terrifying as the legends made him out to be.
"He … Raphael has his eyes on us?" An elf said with a trembling voice. His next words were close to a scream. "His next target is us?!"
"No, he's warning us kindly," Blanche said hurriedly. "There's no time for that now. Go back and prepare. I'll find a chance to explain later."
* * *
"You're crazy!" An elf stood up angrily. "Lydia, what are you trying to do? You're trying to murder an elder of the United Senate! The Goddess of Nature will never forgive your crime!! "
Behind that elf, seven or eight other elves stood up one after another, glaring at Lydia. The other elves' expressions were complicated. Some were shocked, some were indifferent, and some were sneering. However, none of them supported Lydia.
Most of the elves who attended this meeting were the patriarchs of various clans. Lydia put forward an outrageous request at the meeting. She asked the patriarchs to imprison the patriarchs of various clans, seize all their power, and gather all the armies they could to Beit City.
There was an eternal contradiction between tradition and reform. The longer a civilization lasted, the more inertia it would have and the harder it would be to accept new things. It was easy to understand. The eastern and western civilizations in the other world were a good example. If it weren't for the strong intervention of the western civilization, which made the eastern civilization feel threatened, would the eastern civilization change itself? It was very difficult. To put it bluntly, if there was a time and space barrier that separated the eastern and western civilizations forever, the western civilization would continue to move forward according to the established path. Everything that should be in the sky would be in the sky, and everything that should be in the sea would be in the sea. Everything that should be in the sky would be in the sky, and everything that should be in the sea would be in the sea. On the other hand, the eastern civilization also had its own fixed path. The Emperor's grace was vast and mighty, and the Emperor's grace was vast and mighty. Development and destruction were repeated, forming a unique, terrifying, and lamentable cycle. Women would definitely continue to bind their feet because that was a symbol of beauty. Men might have cut their braids, or they might not have. Under the omnipresent constraints of Confucianism on the outside and Dharma on the inside, it was difficult for the so-called sciences and humanities to find a place to survive. Confucius did not speak of strange forces or gods. Since ancient times, they lacked the spirit to explore the 'strange', so they could not be considered enlightened. It might be thousands of years later than Western civilization before people could play with computers, and this possibility was very limited.
The elves also had their own traditions. The senate represented the will of the Goddess of Nature. The patriarchs were in charge of the daily affairs, and the senate decided the direction of the elves. They were used to obeying. Now that they suddenly heard that all the patriarchs were going to be imprisoned, even though the patriarchs knew that this would bring them great benefits, they still felt uncomfortable and even angry.
"Sit down and talk," Lydia said with a smile.
"I have nothing more to say to you!" The Elf Patriarch coldly snorted and turned to walk out.
Lydia sighed and reached out her hand. The elf beside her placed a longbow in Lydia's hand.
The patriarch who was walking out was on high alert. He suddenly turned around and pulled the bowstring. The black arrow was aimed at Lydia's forehead. He shouted angrily, "Lydia, what are you trying to do?!"
"I'm trying to kill you." Lydia said as she pulled the bowstring nonchalantly. However, she only pulled the bowstring. There was no arrow on the bowstring.
The patriarch saw that Lydia didn't care about what she said. He knew that this was not going to end well. He clenched his teeth and released the bowstring. With a sharp whistle, the black arrow left a blurry afterimage in the air as it flew towards Lydia's forehead.
Lydia released the bowstring at the same time. As the bowstring bounced, a slight tearing sound came from the air. The patriarch froze. A thin line of blood appeared on the left side of his forehead, slanted down between his eyebrows and his right cheek. Then, half of the patriarch's head suddenly flew into the air, spraying a rain of blood. At this moment, the elves could clearly see that the smooth wound was piled with many smooth muscles, bones, and various organs.
The Elf Patriarch's body swayed, and his remaining eye was still staring at Lydia. Then, he slowly fell to the ground. The arrow he shot was cut in half by an invisible force. Half of the arrow hit the tree trunk, while the other half grazed Lydia's right rib and hit the back of the chair. If the arrow had been an inch off its target, it would have hurt Lydia.
"Don't forget, my name is Lydia." Lydia didn't seem to notice the danger just now. She glanced at the patriarchs who were still standing there. "Who else?"
The dozens of clan leaders present were speechless. They were not frightened by Lydia's strength, but by her action itself. She wanted to kill a clan leader just because of a disagreement? Even the Senate didn't have this kind of power!
Lydia slowly drew her bow again, but she didn't aim. Instead, she said calmly, "If you don't have any objections, sit down and talk."
"Lydia, what are you doing?" An elven patriarch smiled bitterly. He supported Lydia, and that was why he dared to speak.
"He will be killed by the orcs sooner or later. Instead of being humiliated, I might as well give him a quick death now." Suddenly, Lydia raised her hand. Another tearing sound was heard. The Elf Patriarch instinctively raised his arm to protect himself, but he couldn't resist the invisible force. Half of his arm and his neck were neatly severed. The Elf Patriarch wriggled in a daze. His head separated from his neck and fell to the ground, followed by his body.
This time, the patriarchs were in an uproar. A dozen patriarchs who were watching the show jumped up and aimed their longbows at Lydia from all angles.
"Sit down and talk." Lydia said calmly. Her fingertips slowly drew the bowstring again, ignoring all the threats in front of her.
Some of the weaker elves had their cheeks twitching. Lydia's attitude was clear. You either obey me, or kill me, or I'll kill you! But even if they could kill Lydia, how many of them could make it out alive?! Magic Arrow Lydia was one of the few elves who had mastered all kinds of magic. Until now, she hadn't released any magic arrows that could cause mass destruction!
"Everyone, calm down!" One of the elves couldn't take the pressure anymore and yelled. Then, he turned to Lydia and said, "Lydia, you said he's going to be killed by the orcs? What's going on? "To show his sincerity, he sat down as he spoke.
Lydia frowned as if she was thinking about what to say. She slowly let go of the bowstring.
"Everyone, sit down, sit down." The first elf to sit down let out a sigh of relief. He quickly said, "Even if everyone is against Lydia's decision, shouldn't we at least know why Lydia wants us to do this?"
He didn't need to say anything. The other elves saw Lydia let go of the bowstring and sat down one by one. Even the ones who were standing did the same. They didn't want to agitate Lydia further. They weren't afraid of killing. The problem was, there had to be a reason to kill or be killed.
"The orcs are going to launch a large-scale attack on us …"
"That's impossible!" One of the elven patriarchs exclaimed.
Lydia turned her head and looked at the Elven Patriarch. The Elven Patriarch was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Just now, all the Elves stood up. Even if Lydia attacked, she wouldn't necessarily choose him. Now that he was the only one who spoke, the result was obvious.
"What's the point of a lie that will be exposed soon?" Lydia said calmly, "Also …"
(The weather is too strange. Earthquakes everywhere, drought in the southwest, and snow in the northeast. I'm sitting at home writing, and I can't help but shiver in my coat. My fingers are frozen, and I can't even straighten them. Is 2012 real or what? Alright, sirs, it would be my fault if I asked you for tickets. Now, I don't care about tickets, I only want monthly tickets. Sirs, please be magnanimous and help me out. Don't make me worry …)
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