No matter how busy he was, Elder Wendell would always return home on time. Anyway, this rule had not been broken for nearly a hundred years. But when the silk-like moonlight shone on the lush Tree of Life of Dashiell, Elder Wendell hadn't come out of the council office yet.
Besides, the guard had just reported the news of his daughter's return. According to Wendell's temperament, no matter how many reasons there were, there was nothing that could stop him from reuniting with his daughter after many years.
However, Elder Wendell didn't return home on time today, which made Sylvia, who liked to throw a tantrum, very angry.
When Sylvia couldn't wait any longer, she forced her way into Wendell's workshop, only to see an incredible scene.
The fiery young lady saw her father, the elder who represented the highest level of the elves, chatting with a beautiful woman in a fiery red robe as though they were on equal footing.
Besides, it seemed that her father had a deep respect for the unforgettable dazzling woman.
Sylvia immediately turned her gaze to her and took a closer look at this woman who seemed to have a strong background.
She found that the dazzling red robe was perfectly tailored. At first glance, she knew that this robe was completely tailored to the owner's figure. Although the style was simple, several details revealed some grandeur that ordinary people couldn't detect.
The upper part of the dark red dress clung to the seductive body, while the lower part simply fell straight down. However, due to its outstanding ductility, it showed extraordinary charm between movement and stillness. The dark golden thin chain around the waist was like the finishing touch, inadvertently revealing a confident and capable temperament, which formed a harmonious whole with the slightly flamboyant color.
Sylvia obviously didn't expect that the material of the belt was the essence that countless alchemists on the continent dreamed of.
Elder Wendell was slightly startled. Apparently, he didn't expect someone to come uninvited. But when he saw that it was his daughter who came to greet him, he understood in his heart. No one knew his naughty daughter's temper better than him.
"Your Highness Carolina, this is my daughter, Sylvia. I apologize for her presumptuousness."
Wendell stood up with a smile and gave a slight salute. However, Sylvia, who was standing on the side, was a little dumbfounded at this time. Since she was born, she had never seen her father being so polite to others. It could even be said that he was a little respectful to others. She was the one who caused her father to be like this. Sylvia was a little overwhelmed all of a sudden. She stared blankly at the quiet woman sitting on the seat.
It was only now that the nervous Sylvia noticed the girl's beautiful face and the two black dragon horns that symbolized her status.
The Dragon Race!
At the very least, it was a superior dragon with the orthodox Dragon Aspect bloodline!
Sylvia learned from her father that only this kind of superior dragon had the ability to directly transform into this "humanoid form". Although the Dragon Race's Great Transformation Spell could change their appearance to that of humans or any other race, this spell came at the cost of sealing most of their strength. Only the high-ranking superior dragon could master the Shapeshifting Spell, which could avoid the inconvenience of a large body size and ensure that their strength would not be reduced at the same time.
The graceful and gorgeous face of the woman called "Your Highness Carolina" was as calm as water. She nodded reservedly and accepted the elder's salute and apology. But she did not get up. Then, a smile appeared on her picturesque face as she looked at Sylvia.
Sylvia hurriedly saluted. She didn't feel that the other party's behavior was impolite at all. On the contrary, she thought that the other party was thinking highly of her by nodding to her.
As the daughter of an elder, Sylvia naturally knew better than others what a superior dragon represented. It was not a silly dragon that piled up a pile of gold coins in its nest, ate livestock, and napped all day long. The bloodline of the Dragon Aspect meant that they had responsibilities that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Carolina was one of the Dragon Aspects. Carolina, the red dragon that represented the elements, was one of the Dragon Aspects. Having this family name meant that she was a direct descendant of Carolina, which meant that her strength and status were needless to say.
But why would such a noble and powerful person appear in Dashiell?
Sylvia banished the thought of thinking about it in her mind. These things had nothing to do with her, and it was not something she could think about — at least for now.
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold. Sylvia stood aside, not knowing what to do, while Carolina sat calmly on the chair. Elder Wendell naturally could not let the atmosphere turn cold, so he invited Carolina to have dinner in Dashiell. However, Carolina flatly refused. She just said that she would come again tomorrow when the elders were all here and left.
It couldn't be helped. This was not domineering, but the pride of the Dragon Race.
Elder Wendell didn't say anything. Sylvia threw herself into her father's arms, enjoying the warmth brought by fatherly love.
Looking at his daughter's happy squinting eyes, Wendell sighed. My daughter is still a child.
But before Wendell could enjoy the joy of reunion, Sylvia couldn't wait to describe the attacks she encountered on her journey and how she almost lost her life and killed the Necromancer for her.
At first, Wendell thought that his daughter was exaggerating, but when Sylvia solemnly took out the letter that was given to her personally, the elder somewhat believed it.
After taking the letter, Elder Wendell read it carefully. However, as he read it word by word, he gradually felt a chill invading his body.
The perception of the high priest was not something that many small mercenaries like Noda could understand at present. This letter could not hide any secrets in front of the peak of strength. For Wendell, the residual aura of the undead on the letter was like lice on a bald man's head — it couldn't be more obvious. With the letter as proof, the elder had to believe Sylvia's words.
Wendell's scalp tingled after reading the letter. The weight of this letter could be said to have a profound impact on the elves. The term "Necromancer" had not appeared in the eyes of the public for a long time, but the meaning it represented could be said to be frightening throughout the history of the entire continent.
What's more, the person who carried this letter was a student of Saville Blood Moon!
Wendell quickly ordered his deputy to inform all the elders of the elves to attend the meeting. Then he turned around and walked into the study with the letter in his hand. His robe fluttered, and his pace was full of amazing momentum in an instant!
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At the same time, standing in the public library area of the temple, Wendell was flipping through a book, "The Trauma of the Roslorian Continent (Part II) — War and Conflict after the New Calendar". The huge book was about 20 centimeters thick, and at first glance, there was a heavy sense of historical vicissitudes.
And each page of the book was basically the size of a small window. The dense ancient elven text was elegantly arranged in it. The gorgeous patterns on the cover and the high-profile and gorgeous jeweled titles of the book made many people sigh that it was completely a work of art.
Wendell roughly glanced at the table of contents. His finger swept across the yellowed pages and stopped at the year 2713 of the New Calendar — "The Collapse of the Eastern Continent, the Counterattack of Leoric and the Necromancers."
Wendell frowned, found a more comfortable seat in the quiet library, and gently turned to the page that recorded the earth-shattering turmoil.
The library area covered an area of about 2,000 square meters, which was unimaginably large. But the part that Wendell could borrow with mercenary status was less than one-fifth of the area. The rest of the area required a higher identity or permission from the temple. This library area occupied one-tenth of the size of the temple area, and was also a place where many clergymen or apprentices of the temple often came. The stone walls and huge columns supported this great building that had nearly a thousand years of history.
At this time, the moonlight shone through the ceiling engraved with magic arrays without hindrance on Wendell, who was still flipping through the historical books. At this moment, Wendell, who was wearing a plain robe, was like a hard-working student working hard to complete his homework.
"The Ultimate Puppet Spell that Leoric cast on the Prince Regent successfully disintegrated most of the pressure exerted on the Undead Army at the frontlines. Saville Blood Moon, who appeared as the 'Sharp Blade', was another important weight that tipped the scales of victory in the Undead Army's favor …"
"December 2713. When the first snow fell, the glory of the Barrows Empire was announced to have fallen. The capital of the Barrows Empire, Mordos City, was attacked by the Undead Army. Mourning souls filled the land, and the people were plunged into misery and suffering.
Leoric was attacked by the combined forces of the archmages in the final battle and was gravely injured. But after this battle, no one in the entire kingdom could stop the Undead Army. "
Wendell flipped through the pages, carefully reading the records of the Necromancers. Only now did he understand the power of the person that he and Noda almost lost their lives to.
When he reached the section on the Undead Creatures, Wendell carefully recalled the details of his battle, and finally confirmed that he had met a noble Necromancer of Anreid.
In the records, Wendell understood that there were actually many types of Necromancers. One of them was created from the remains of the powerful dead through a reincarnation ritual, becoming a 'Garxid' mage. These mages usually had 70% to 80% of their strength when they were alive, but it was difficult for their strength to improve after they were resurrected. However, their memories would be sealed, and they had unparalleled loyalty and discipline.
The other type were the Necromancers who were reincarnated from the living, known as' Anreid '. They were noble mages who worshipped the power of the Undead. They had their own ambitions, and were not limited by the slow growth of their strength. Most importantly, these Anreid mages were physically very weak. Compared to the Garxids, they were stronger, and more likely to die.
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Sylvia's mother was one of the Guardian Priests of the Temple. The so-called Guardian Priests were clergymen who stayed behind in the Temple, and only the most devout believers could become Guardian Priests. Guardian Priests dedicated their lives to the Moon God, which meant that they would never step out of the Temple.
And Sylvia's mother became a Guardian Priest after giving birth to Sylvia.
As for the reason, it seemed that only Wendell knew.
Sylner hadn't spent much time with her mother since she was a child, but that didn't stop her from missing her mother. Looking at the closed door of her father's room, Sylner pouted, hesitating whether she should go to Duo Duo or her mother.
This little girl, I haven't done anything yet, but she's already siding with an outsider.
Grabbing her silver hair, Sylner clenched her teeth and counted the strands of hair one by one, murmuring, "Find a lot, find a lot, find a lot, find a lot, find a lot, find a lot …"
After counting her hair, Sylvia reluctantly picked up another strand of hair, but after thinking about it, she put it down. Then she turned around, found a delicate purple dress, put on a pair of small boots, and skipped to ask the butler to prepare a carriage to the Temple.