Alone, Tyrion was sitting in a small forest north of the King's Grove where the Oak of Time was located.
During the period of his death, everything in the world had undergone tremendous changes.
Tyrion could feel that not only did his resurrection not make the elves cheer, but everyone was looking at him with complicated and fearful gazes. In fact, Tyrion himself did not have many memories of his last moments. Ever since he knew that Alariel had married the Malecis, Tyrion went completely crazy. Then, his body was taken over by Kane. After he shouted, "Everything in the world nourishes man, but man has nothing to repay the heavens with." Tyrion was no longer Tyrion, but half of Kane and a small part of Tyrion's subconscious.
In the end, Alissanda's appearance awakened Tyrion's remaining fatherly love, allowing him to temporarily break free from Kane's control. Before Tyrion could do anything, he was killed by Aris, the Lord of Shadows, using Lilith's Moon Bow.
That was Tyrion's memory.
When the moonlight shone on Tyrion's face, the Guardian of Ossouin realized that his appearance had changed. He was still handsome, but his face was no longer rosy. His body was still healthy, but he was no longer as bright as before.
Under the towering tree, Tyrion found a place where the roots were intertwined. He let out a long sigh. A heart-wrenching pain came not only from the fear and doubt of his people, but also from the fact that many of his brothers, friends, and close comrades died in his hands. More importantly, it was because his lifelong enemy, the Malecis, was crowned as the King of Eternity, and his lover, Alariel, was married to the Malecis and became his queen. His army had already scattered, and the few remaining comrades no longer believed in Tyrion.
Who was to blame?
Tyrion wanted to cry, but he wouldn't. As a man, he would cry, but he wouldn't cry. He remembered his father's words, "Every tear makes a man stronger." The Guardian of Ossouin was used to being strong for a long time.
After his resurrection, Tegris told Tyrion that Ossouin had sunk, and the Elves had migrated to the Great Forest of Aziloron. Malecis had taken over the authority of the Wood Elves from the leaderless Forest Council. With the support of God Malecis and Eternal Queen Alariel, Malecis's coup was successful.
The elite troops from Ossouin and Nagaros strengthened the power of Aziloron. In addition, the Brittany and Aziloron had defeated Morgul at Amir, so Malecis led his army to slaughter all the Orcs in the forest. A small number of Orcs who ran fast were chased out of the forest.
Although Malekis and Alariel were already husband and wife, and both sides had cooperated in a series of small-scale battles, they still lacked mutual trust. Malekis had fallen into a state of depression after a few days of using Olica's medicine, and Alariel was constantly on guard against her husband becoming the tyrant he used to be.
This gave Tyrion, who had just been resurrected, an opportunity. Prince Kotaku and War Lord Alariel found an opportunity and pulled her into the forest without hesitation.
No one knew what the two talked about in the woods, but everyone saw the anger and coldness in Ariel's eyes when she returned. Similarly, Malekith's shadow guard also reported Tyrion's pain to the King of Eternity, which made the King of Eternity very happy. Nothing could make Malekith happier than seeing Tyrion in pain with his father's face, who had almost killed him.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The King of Eternity was still concerned about the state of the Queen of Eternity, and Malekis even comforted her like a husband. But Alariel smiled coldly and reminded Malekis to take care of himself first. The Queen of Eternity's unfriendly attitude almost made Malekis go to Olica to ask for a new magic potion and teach his wife a lesson. But the King of Eternity held back because God Lilith was watching everything.
Tyrion sat alone on the roots of a tree. The wind in the forest blew at the hem of his armour. He knew that Malecis was wary of him trying to usurp the throne. Alariel still believed that he was the culprit and that his hands were stained with the blood of his own people. Imric was very hostile to him, and Aris Anar was always watching him to prevent Cain from appearing again.
Originally, Tyrion thought that no matter how poor he was, no matter how many enemies he had, at least his daughter, his cute daughter Alisala, would still be with him. The father and daughter could still rely on each other.
Alissanda was going to marry someone else?! And she was going to marry the little monkey of the monkey king of the monkey mountain?!
Tyrion vomited. He really vomited. His first thought was that Alissanda was either forced or cheated!
Impossible! I'm such a cute and outstanding daughter. How can I marry a monkey?
No, absolutely not!
Tyrion, who was on the verge of breaking down, rushed out of the King's Forest Hall and ran all the way to this place. He sat there for a very, very long time. Tyrion, who had always been enthusiastic about life and full of hope, was now despondent. He did not even want to move anymore.
After an unknown amount of time, Tyrion's stomach suddenly rumbled. Tyrion finally reacted. He smiled bitterly. Ever since he was resurrected, he had not eaten anything for more than a day.
"So you're here, Big Brother." Behind him came a voice that was always calm and composed, with a hint of concern.
"How did you find me?" Tyrion did not turn around. He was suppressing his anger.
"Have you forgotten? We're twins. " Tegris slowly approached from behind. His Lilith's Scepter was burning with the fire of heaven. The Lord of Wisdom of the elves, the successor of Hus, and the supreme mage of the Magus Council came to Tyrion's side and sat down. "I can feel your hunger. I think I'm the only one who will feel sorry for you in this situation."
"Feel sorry for me? Brother? Ha! I really want to open your chest and see what color your heart is, "Tyrion said coldly. Tyrion said coldly. Tyrion's distant attitude hurt Tyrion a lot, but Tyrion did not say anything. Instead, he silently accepted Tyrion's accusation. As twin brothers, he could feel Tyrion's pain.
The two brothers sat under the shade of the forest and remained silent for a long time until Tyrion's stomach rumbled again.
"Is there no other way to solve Alissanda's problem?" Tyrion broke the silence.
"This is Lilith's oracle. She is our God of Gods." Tegris shook his head. The Lord of Wisdom used his scepter to gently knock on the thick meadow. A wooden table appeared out of thin air. On the table was a large plate with a bunch of sausages, two or three pieces of white bread, and a bottle of wine. "Eat something first, brother. I'll tell you about Alissanda slowly."
"What's this? Sausages?" Tyrion really wanted to chop off his brother's head. But when he heard that Tyrion wanted to tell Alissanda's story, Tyrion finally turned his anger in another direction. "Malekith is treating you like this? You've done a great service to him. Our Eternal King is truly magnanimous! "
"This is Hanbok Sausage, imported from the Empire," Tegris ignored his brother's sarcasm and said calmly.
"What Hanbok Sausage? Even dogs don't eat it! " Tyrion kicked the plate away and scolded. "Since when did the noble Assur fall to eating the inferior food of monkeys? I haven't even eaten this garbage yet, and I already feel ants crawling on my body! Can this be eaten? "
Tegris sighed softly. He was still expressionless. The moment Tyrion kicked the plate away, he froze the food in the air and shook his head like a younger brother. "Brother, have you ever thought about a problem? So many of us have arrived in the Great Forest of Azeroth. This forest relies on hunting and harvesting as a source of food. How is it going to provide food for so many of us?"
Tyrion was stunned.
"Our food is almost entirely imported from the Empire and Brittany next door. Let's eat, brother. We are all eating human food. There's nothing we can do about it." Tegris put the food back on the table. "You eat, I'll talk."
The terrible migration had caused the elven society to experience a devastating regression. The high elves had regressed from a society dominated by trade to an agricultural society. The entire social division of labor was completely destroyed, and everyone needed to be self-sufficient. Large-scale farming and grazing were not allowed in the Great Forest of Azeroth, and the dryads were absolutely hostile to it. So now the elven Empire's food had to be imported from the Empire and Brittany.
Since the day they arrived in the Great Forest of Azeroth, the Queen of Eternity had already realized the elven population crisis. The elven race used to have more than ten million people, but now there were less than five hundred thousand left. The Queen of Eternity immediately advocated for "more children, more blessings" and proposed the famous "three-child slogan" in the name of Yesha. All elven women should have at least three children, and the Eternal Court would give subsidies to those families who had more children and give them the title of "Heroic Mother".
The reason was simple. Since the three elves had merged into one, it was not too much to have three children. One child was for the high elves, one for the dark elves, and one for the wood elves. Everyone should work hard and contribute to the Elven Empire!
The dark elves expressed their support and thought that three children was too little. Couples like us all started with eight children.
The wood elves said that it was up to fate to have more children. The number of children depended on luck and whether they met the right person. Life was free. Azeroth told us that life would always find its own way out.
The high elves objected. Many of them thought that since Azeroth had proposed it, she should talk about it with her husband first. Most high elves would not have more than two children in their lifetime, and almost half of them would never have children.
It could be seen that although the three elves had united on the surface, the ancient hatred and discord would not disappear so easily. There was a huge gap between the three elves' culture, history, habits, and even language.
Tegris expressed his concern, but Tyrion said that it had nothing to do with him. It was Malecis and Azeroth who should think about it. He was just a warrior.
The younger brother knew that his older brother was angry, so he could only continue to talk about Alissanda.
Everything tasted good when one was hungry. While wolfing down the monkey's food, Tyrion tasted the monkey's food in big mouthfuls. The long-awaited taste and satiety made Prince Kosikui blush a little. He had just said that this was junk food, but now it tasted … not bad? He did not know if it was because he was too hungry or something else.
After listening to the long story, Tyrion did not know if he should be angry or disheartened. Obviously, what Tegris did was despicable and shameless, but it was also great. He was only following Lilith's orders. Now that Lilith had become the God of Gods, Tyrion knew that there was no way he could defeat her. Naturally, he could not take Alissanda back. Not to mention, Tegris had repeatedly emphasized that Alissanda was willing. Her heart had already belonged to the little monkey.
"Damn it!" Tyrion slammed his fist on the table. "Tell me, tell me, Tegris, what else can I do? I have nothing left! What else can I do? What else can I do to this world? Tell me! "
"You can still save the world, brother." Tegris put Lilith's Staff in front of Tyrion. "You are destined to be the incarnation of the Wind of Light."
A bright light burst out from Tegris's staff. After being rejected many times, the Wind of Light was finally fixed on the staff under Tegris's guidance. "There is still a chance, brother. Accept this power. The Final Moment cannot be without you."
Tyrion was silent. He looked at Tegris and asked, "Can I still trust you?"
"You can not trust me, but you can't not trust Lilith. She is the last hope of the elves." Tegris handed the staff to Tyrion.
Looking at the Wind of Light, Tyrion stood still. After thinking for a long time, he finally reached out his hand to the Wind of Light.
One day later, Prince Kosikui and the Regent of Ossouin, who had become the incarnation of the Wind of Light, were led by Tegris, the Lord of Wisdom, to the Eternal King, Malecis, and the Eternal Queen. They knelt down and swore allegiance to the Eternal King.
The Moon Goddess, Lilith, also appeared in front of everyone. She announced that the elves would form an envoy group with the Eternal King, the Eternal Queen, the Lord of Wisdom, and Tyrion as the main members to Nur to attend the wedding of Frey Derick, the Crown Prince of the Empire.
At the same time, this also meant that the elves and humans would sit down to negotiate. Both sides would try to form an alliance and prepare for the final battle together.
Just like this, time gradually approached the year 2526 of the Empire.
The elves of the Empire passed through the roots of the Age Oak and arrived at the Brittany camp in Nur.
What happened next left them dumbfounded.
Laing was sitting high on his throne, and Suria was sitting beside him. Lilith, the God of the Elves, and Olica, the God of the Elves, were standing on either side of Laing. Lilith and Olica, who were in full divine attire, knelt down at the same time and kissed the back of Laing's hand to show their obedience.
Laing smiled to show his acceptance. He held the two most important goddesses of the elves, the two God Kings, and the God of the Gods, Lilith and Olica, who symbolized the last hope of salvation, in his arms. He seemed to be showing off and declaring his sovereignty. "Welcome, everyone. Very welcome."
Except for Tegris, Malecis, Alarion, and Tyrion were all stunned!
"The Eternal King, the Eternal Queen, the Lord of Wisdom, and Tyrion, kneel down!" Lilith's voice was heard in the hall. The God of the Gods said coldly, "Don't you want to be elves anymore?"
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