The fingers holding onto the flag were much thinner than the fingers of an ordinary human, but at the same time, they appeared extraordinarily elegant. The wristguards that had been buried in the sand for thousands of years were once again exposed to the light of day, still emitting a dazzling radiance under the moonlight.
The helmet was decorated with flying wings that extended backward. It didn't seem heavy, but it was unusually sturdy.
Her long, grayish-white hair hung down from the gap below the helmet, gently brushing past the dented breastplate. The fatal wound looked terrifying, but it could no longer claim the life of the owner of the armor.
This was because they were immortal elves.
In the huge desert, the ancient battlefield from thousands of years ago was once again exposed to the light of day because of the rise of the undead. Figures that were buried deep in the sand stood up one after another. Some of them had unconcealable wounds on their bodies, while some even had huge machetes stuck in their chests. The priestesses in long robes lifted their heads and looked at Xia Wei with glowing green eyes.
Their faces didn't change much. They weren't as ugly as the zombies that Chris summoned from the Undead Plane. It could even be said that apart from their abnormally pale faces, they looked no different from ordinary elves.
Of course, the most important thing was that … they weren't ordinary elves, but superior elves.
They didn't have overly long pointy ears, and their bodies were more slender. Even the male elves were thin but tall.
Nearly ten thousand people stood silently on the battlefield, not making a single sound. They all looked at Xia Wei, who was standing high above, as if waiting for her order.
"Superior elves … From now on, we will fight for ourselves."
Xia Wei's voice echoed throughout the battlefield. "I've shouldered too much … Let the so-called council … go to hell!"
She suddenly pointed her finger at the sky. The priestess' robe that usually covered her body fell down as she raised her arm, revealing a wound that this priestess had never shown to Sylvia or the other elders of the Undead Council.
It was a scar on her arm that extended from the lower part of her forearm to her elbow. The black wound formed a strong contrast with her white skin. Apart from that, the other parts of the priestess' body were flawless, no different from an ordinary elf.
Was this her fatal wound?
Sylvia stared at the pitch-black wound in a daze. In the next moment, Xia Wei had already walked down from the high platform. Her graceful figure was accentuated by the fluttering of her priest robe as she strode over. At this moment, Sylvia deeply understood that sometimes, a woman's boldness would not lose to any man's.
The army of ten thousand began to line up. Priests wearing long robes quietly walked toward Xia Wei from the center of the battlefield under the illumination of the moonlight. Meanwhile, the other troops quickly lined up according to the unique formation of the elves. There were no other sounds on the vast battlefield except for the soft clanking of armor. When more than three hundred priests stopped in front of Xia Wei, Sylvia finally understood how powerful the elven empire was back then.
The status of the priests was equivalent to the mages and bishops of the human empires. In a regular frontline army of five thousand people, it was already a very high ratio to have more than five mages. Only the trump card troops or special territories like Oditore would have mages. For any other troops, this ratio of priests was completely unbelievable.
And their strength was even more unimaginable.
The badges on their chests indicated the level of these priests. The Three-leaf badge was the lowest level of these priests, and this kind of priest was extremely respected by the believers in today's Dashiell. This level meant that they were grade seven!
Xia Wei gently took out an emblem. There were four leaves and a small flower, which shone brightly under the moonlight.
The existence above the high priest, Moonfall Priest.
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"Please forgive me for my recklessness."
Marfala's voice echoed in the temple. In front of her was the Chief Elder of the Elven Council and her husband, Wendell.
The reunion of the two seemed to have a different meaning. Wendell rarely came to the temple for anything other than official business. Most of the time, he would quietly watch the dying race from the root of the huge Tree of Life as if he was living a peaceful life.
"You lent him your only remaining emblem?"
Wendell seemed to be a little incredulous. He could not recall that his wife would lend the badge that he would never see again to this human.
No matter how deep his relationship with Sylvia was, he was an alien, not an elf. Humans could never gain the complete trust of the elves, and the older the elves, the more so.
"Moonfall Priest, this title that has disappeared should not disappear in the wind."
Marfala was the highest level in the temple. Sylvia and she were both high priests, and so was Wendell. Even if there was a difference in strength, no one had ever received the title of "Moonfall Priest" because it was not just a title. It represented not only status and identity, but also the memory of the disappeared race.
"This is complete nonsense …"
Wendell seemed a little angry, but he could not get angry even if he wanted to. Thinking that it was his daughter's sweetheart, Wendell also understood what kind of person Marfala was. A badge could not represent the surrender of the elves. It could only show that they had compromised in some aspects. This was exactly what Wendell wanted to do, but the other elders and people were not willing to do.
In this case, he could only turn a blind eye.
Before he could say anything, Marfala's eyes shifted to the pool next to the temple passage.
There were subtle ripples on it, gradually gathering along the edge to the center of the pool, and then swinging away.
This scene made Marfala slightly stunned, and then she quickly walked to the center of the temple. Wendell followed behind her with a solemn expression. When the two came to the center of the open-air temple, the green moon in the sky had already shown that the elves seemed to have ushered in an unexpected turning point.
"Is this the content of the prophecy?"
Wendell stopped and looked at the bright moon above his head for a long time. He sighed softly, then turned and walked out of the temple.
"It seems that those guys should come out of the shadows."
* * *
"The Undead Council?
That's it. "
The forest where the elves lived had a vast land, and on the edge of this land, there was a lonely figure walking at the moment.
The white robe was not dazzling, but it emitted a little starlight under the moonlight. Tiny light particles seemed to fall from the tail of the robe, fall into the ground, and disappear.
Those things were condensed and manifested by the elements. To be able to do this, it showed that the guy in the white robe had an unimaginable attainment in elemental magic.
But no one could imagine that this old man in the white robe was once a clergyman.
"The elves have taken the step they should take, and the blessed have changed the pace of the war. So … who will drive the operation of this chess game next?"
…
Just as the old man raised his head and looked up at the sky, several people in all corners of the continent silently raised their heads at the same time. Their eyes flashed as they looked at the huge "green" moon in the sky, and they stopped their footsteps that had never stopped.
This included Elder Warrenz, who was holding a wooden staff.
This old troll with a crippled hand shook his head, and his fangs revealed a somewhat strange color under the moonlight. In front of him was a burning bonfire.
The wooden staff had been lying quietly on his legs, but as the moonlight grew brighter, it actually began to tremble slightly. The elder reached out and gently brushed the top of the wooden staff, and it returned to its original calmness.
"It's time to take this step, trolls."
He gently stood up, and the wooden staff swept across the bonfire. The originally jumping flame suddenly extinguished as if it had never burned, and not even a white smoke came out.
The slightly hunched figure did not give off the feeling of being in his twilight years, but it was as straight as a pine tree. Carrying a simple luggage on his back, Warrenz reached out his hand and walked into the distance with the help of the wooden staff. Although it was dark in front of him, there were no obstacles in his eyes.
* * *
When Sylvia and Xia Wei both stepped out of the teleportation portal, there was no one else in the huge library.
Except for the figure in the corner who had never raised her head.
Xia Wei's aura was simply too unique. The instant she appeared, she stepped out of the void with an indescribable aura and appeared in front of the High Elf who was once the highest priestess of the elves.
"You're back?"
"I'm back."
Sylvia took a step forward lightly and walked in front of Many. Her shy smile was a great contrast to Xia Wei's stern expression. It was obvious that this "former" elder of the Undead Council had not gotten rid of her prejudice against humans.
Many didn't take it to heart. Instead, they didn't even look at Xia Wei. Instead, they slightly lowered their heads to show respect and took a few steps back.
"We still have something to do, so we'll take our leave first."
Many didn't care about Xia Wei's ugly expression at all. After leaving these words, they pulled Sylvia out of the hall, leaving Xia Wei standing alone in the hall in a daze.
Of course, the librarian who had no sense of presence was still wandering in the thick sea of books, as if she didn't care whether the people in the hall were the elders of the Undead Council or ordinary civilians of Dashiell.
"Damn humans."
Xia Wei's ancient elven voice echoed in the hall with a hint of cursing.
"It's not like it was three thousand years ago. Priestess, that human can kill a drake with a crossbow, but elven bows and arrows will never be able to do that."
An indifferent and careless voice rang out from behind the thick book. It was as if the voice was mocking Xia Wei, causing the elder to be slightly stunned.
Since when did a little girl who still smelled of her mother's milk teach her a lesson?
Xia Wei's eyebrows knitted together in a strange manner. However, she wasn't as angry as an ordinary person. Instead, she shifted her gaze. When the figure with the characteristics of a half-elf came into view, this "Moonfall Priestess" suddenly froze!
"It's you!"