When the sun rose, many didn't wake up as usual. After all, mercenaries couldn't live in tension every day. After all, they needed to relax and adjust themselves mentally and physically during the holidays after a mission. Sleeping in after a mission was a habit that had never changed since ancient times.
However, the elders of the elven race weren't as leisurely as most of them.
The council hall was about 600 square meters in size. It wasn't considered large compared to the various office areas of the upper council, but it was the most important and solemn place.
The elven race currently maintained the standard of 12 elders, but usually, not all of them were busy dealing with complicated affairs at the highest point of the Tree of Life every day.
There was a division of labor for every matter. Normally, these twelve elders would not gather together.
For example, Elder Tyris was responsible for the main political affairs of the three coastal cities, while Elder Liriel was responsible for the defense and economic policies of the five cities bordering the Empire of Saint Reims.
It could be said that there would usually be no more than three elders in Dashiell. However, today, all 12 elders rushed over from other cities overnight and arrived at the council hall at dawn.
Although the elders were not travel-worn due to their strength, a few elders who were slightly older showed signs of fatigue.
The entire council hall was like a miniature version of an arena. The center was empty, and circles of reddish-purple tables and chairs expanded outwards from the inside to the outside like a whirlpool.
Due to the elves' nature of freedom, although there were elven empresses and nobles in history, there was never an absolute dictatorship. Even during the era of the empress, the council still held an important position, which was why it had been passed down to this day.
The rows of seats in the council hall were arranged in a circular shape to show this concept of equality.
Of course, this equality was relative, and it could be seen from the fact that none of the servants were present. With their qualifications, they had long been blocked from the high steps outside the council hall and weren't allowed to raise their heads to look at this solemn building.
The twelve elders had already taken their seats and were deep in thought with different expressions on their faces. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere was very heavy. Because these highly respected elders knew that today's main character hadn't arrived yet.
When Carolina, who was wearing a long red dress, entered the council hall, all the elders immediately stood up and placed their hands on their chests to show their respect. This respect was not only for Carolina, but also for Carolina, who represented the superior dragon race and had once saved the elven race.
Carolina put her hand on her chest and lowered her head out of courtesy. At this moment, her stunningly beautiful body had a kind of solemnity to it. It didn't make people feel the slightest desire.
The respect of both sides had their roots in history. The glory of the past had been annihilated in the dust of history. The people standing here today were all survivors of that difficult era. Their respect for each other's seniors was still from the bottom of their hearts.
After bowing, Carolina took her seat. The circular hall suddenly became even quieter.
"First of all, let me state my purpose for coming here. To make a long story short, not long ago, the King of the Black Dragons — Cridile's eldest son, Nairíos, went missing. I think for a superior dragon, all of you should understand what 'missing' means."
Carolina's voice was steady and had a kind of intelligence. There was no arrogance in it, which made the elders feel very comfortable. However, after hearing this news, none of the elders could not understand the other meaning of Carolina's words. However, as elves, they didn't immediately whisper to each other.
Carolina continued, "But not long ago, I sensed that he is still alive. Although it is very weak, at least it proves that this hero has not returned to the embrace of the Dragon God Kerbos."
Kerbos was the Dragon God that the dragon race believed in. Every dragon's soul that died would return to the Dragon God Kerbos's divine realm. Of course, those dissolute dragons that used their unbridled hormones to create hybrid dragons did not count.
"Royal Highness Carolina, the entire elven race will agree to any request you make."
On behalf of the elders, Wendell took the lead to make a statement. There was no arrogance on his face, and there was no room for negotiation. This was the attitude of the elves towards their friends.
"I hope to find Nerios in the Elven Territory. I don't know how he's doing right now, but it shouldn't be optimistic. Even though the regenerative abilities of a superior Dragon are very strong, a serious injury that could weaken his aura to the point where it's close to vanishing might cause him to fall into a deep slumber. If there's any news, I hope that the elders can inform me. After all, there aren't many Black Dragons left." Carolina's tone was neither fast nor slow, but it carried the pressure of a superior that couldn't be rejected.
The status and strength of the superior dragons determined that they had such capital.
Elder Wendell and the other elders looked at each other a few times. Several elders whispered for a while, and then solemnly announced, "Royal Highness Carolina, the elves will prepare people in the shortest time possible to find Royal Highness Nairíos."
Who was Nairíos?
Perhaps everyone on the continent with a little bit of knowledge would know.
The guardian of Order and power, the eldest son of the Black Dragon Credill. After the black dragon patriarch Credill fell in the war three thousand years ago, he was the only pure-blooded heir left to live to the present. In terms of strength alone, Nairíos was already an existence that could despise the common people on this continent. But now, this all-powerful superior dragon was on the verge of death?
While the elders were secretly shocked, they were constantly guessing what kind of person could cause such a sensational event.
Karolina stood up and bowed to the elders. This was the highest form of etiquette for a superior dragon. The elders stood up and bowed back as if their butts had been set on fire. For Karolina to bow to them like this, this matter was probably not as simple as they had imagined. All the elders were trying to guess the reason behind it.
Carolina did not say anything after the bow. It seemed that today's meeting was over. Several elders who came from the border territory seemed to have something to deal with. They looked at Wendell with inquiring eyes. After all, today's meeting was convened by Wendell. Wendell coughed twice, indicating that there was still something to say. Everyone looked at him, except, of course, Carolina. She closed her eyes and did not move at all after she finished talking about her matter.
Wendell did not take it seriously. He just slowly began to talk about the many letters …
The elders immediately became angry …
"These maggots should rot in the graveyard forever!"
"They are actually going to take action?!"
"Leoric, that old bag of bones, wants to repeat his crimes?"
After listening to Wendell's narration and analysis, the elders were all moved.
"A student of Savell Bloodmoon?
Wendell, who gave you the news?
A student who can defeat him doesn't seem to be a simple character. "
Elder Liril, who was not far from Wendell, raised her own question. She had faced Savell, who was known as the 'Sharp Knife' in the elven war against the undead. That war did not affect the elven empire in the west of the continent, but at that time, the Barrens Empire and the elven empire had a mutual aid treaty. As the leader of the reinforcements, Elder Liril had experienced Savell Bloodmoon's appalling strength at close range.
"Not only did he defeat him, but he also killed him," Wendell said slowly.
"This mercenary can be said to have provided us with very important and valuable information. If we continue to be kept in the dark, perhaps this time, the undead army may make us repeat the mistakes of the Barrens Empire."
"Do these rotten reptiles think that their graveyard is not enough?"
"Let's not talk about how to deal with it first. I think we should find that mercenary and ask him in detail about the situation at that time. The letter did not specifically say why. Maybe it was just a few new undead who came out to find something for their old undead?" The elder on the side felt that Wendell's judgment was a little alarmist.
"Of course, we will reward this brave mercenary. After all, he also saved my daughter's life."
"Oh?
The little girl is back?
So the little girl and this mercenary are in the same team? "
"As you think, Baggs."
"Then, how do you plan to reward this elf friend?"
"I think the Guardian Medal may be worthy of it."