Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 634 The Sad Elven Crusader
Lynn packed his luggage and took his cousins ​​on board. Aglaia appeared in midair, singing blessings softly.

A statue of a young girl in a long dress in the sky stood on the bow of the boat holding an exquisite ball in both hands.

Although Aglaia doesn't have many wind laws, it can only increase or decrease the speed of the ship, but for Lynn, defense is more important.

The white clouds that appeared around the magic ship enveloped the skirt corners piled up like clouds at the feet of the girl statue.

These clouds and water layers can at least guarantee that the ship will not be directly smashed into midair.

Hill watched the magic ship go away, clasped his hands, and wished Lynn a safe return in a soft voice.

He couldn't say anything else. Myth Drannor's fate had already been doomed. All they could do was save the survivors.

Lynn had actually received the message from him, and after they arrived at Mith Dranno, they probably only had time to clean up the mess and fight with the subordinates of the surviving Grand Arcanists.

The great arcanists will definitely not die too much, but the first reaction of those who survived is definitely to run to the scroll of Nether in the warlock tower.

For this matter, even the city of ghosts, which had guarded them for thousands of years, was sacrificed, and they would never give up the Nether Scroll.

Hill reckoned Lynn was only halfway through when the Harper came back with news.

The harpist who announced the news stood at the door of the building with an excited face and waved his hand vigorously in the air.

This is completely different from people who died from the plague.

In Faerun Continent, there has rarely been a war in which so many high-level professionals died.

The great arcanists of the City of Shade attempted to control Myth Drannor's Myth, and in a frenzied battle, the City of Shade crashed on Myth Drannor, razing both cities to the ground.

No one knows how many great arcanists died, but the queen, Iserwell, seems to have survived, bringing some of the survivors back to their original settlement of Seberholme.

Hill didn't inquire about Lynn's news, how could he turn back!

There are still two devil legions in the underground ruins of Myth Draenor. Even if there are only corpses left, they have to find all the elves.

There are not many members of the Elven Crusade, but if they still live in the woods according to their old habits, maybe they can survive more.

Hilt confirmed with the harpist that the demon goblin returned to their original location.

They didn't take the elves with them.

Maybe it was a sudden misfortune that forced them to flee desperately, but the practice of directly abandoning their allies also made most people disagree.

Hill looked at the members of the Harpist who were filled with righteous indignation. Compared with the goblins who rarely deal with these powerful forces, the Harpist has never lacked elves. Even the human members would only speak from the standpoint of the elves at this time.

But for those demons and goblins, they were just temporary allies, and they were not the elves who were their targets. How could they not save their fellow clansmen at this time.

Hill sighed.

It stands to reason that these elven crusaders died for the glory of the elves, but Yongju Island really might not pick them up.

For a race that has lived too long, there are always more rules than feelings.

Hill hesitated for a while, but still flew to the large forest on the north side of the town.

He has been reluctant to expand his territory to the forest, because there are likely to be some elves or tree demons who don't like to deal with humans hiding in these places.

Hill looked back to the southeast. According to his understanding of Lynn, he should choose to bring these elves here.

Hill's port can allow the giant ships of the elves to dock and pick up the decadent crusaders who may have been hit.

And those who can't go back.

Hill found a clearing in the forest, and opened his mouth softly: "Some brothers and sisters from Evermeet Island died in Myth Drannor for their blood and honor.

When a guest dies in a foreign land, he cannot go back, and the soul does not know whether it has a home.

I wish here a resting place for them, and that Corellon's gaze may be upon their souls. "

The big trees around the open space suddenly and slowly withdrew a part, leaving only the pine, cypress and oak trees. The sunlight penetrated the branches, filling the place with a warm atmosphere.

Hill bowed slightly.

Sure enough, there are some elf druids deep in the forest.

Hill guessed that this was the reason why the pastor Melika, who had wanted to preach, gave up coming to the small town of Aglaia.

In such a large forest, there are no green dragons stationed there, so there must be strong people who can make these giant dragons flinch.

Hill once suspected that there were powerful treants and dryads, but as the town became more and more prosperous, he was sure that it should be a druid.

This kind of Druids who don't have contact with the outside world, Hill is a little worried that they follow a primitive sect, that is, the kind that can't even open up farmland.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have outright rejected requests from townspeople for farmland.

He has always been qualified to open up the wasteland near the town. This is the innate power of every confirmed territory.

However, judging from today's reaction, although these elf druids live in seclusion, they seem to believe in the path of the goddess of the earth. They can maintain the path of the earth with their own bodies, and they can pick and plant and even build some needed buildings in the woods. , but these plants that can grow naturally cannot be harmed at will.

They also still identify with their elves and are willing to accept these poor and respectable brothers and sisters.

Hill didn't look up, and put away his curiosity. He didn't intend to observe which branch these elves belonged to.

Even the wood elves who hate humans, they also showed their kindness.

Hill is willing to honor their heritage.

He moved his fingers slightly, and then stopped. There are some things to be left to those sad and painful survivors.

Hill just transplanted a wind chime tree in the center of the cemetery.

The silver bells all over the tree sang in the wind, like a long-lost hometown singing a lullaby gently.

When Hill returned to the small town, he found that the few elves who settled here walked out of the door, and surrounded the harpist excitedly to inquire about the news.

Although many elves disapproved of the crusaders' actions, no one expected Myth Drannor to be destroyed so soon.

So some of the elves who ventured in Faerun went to that city. After all, it was the glorious city in the memory of the elves, and curiosity was inevitable.

It seems that although these elves hid obediently, some relatives and friends went to Myth Drannor.

Unlike the powerful elf crusaders who are generally above level 15, it is difficult for these ordinary elves to survive such a big impact.

Hill turned his head helplessly, and only hoped that some vigilant people would leave Myth Drannor after discovering the movements of the City of Shadows.

But humans and other races may do it, but it is entirely possible for elves to choose to stay and fight because of their arrogance and fellowship.

What the City of Shadows did this time was the beginning of their true turning into enemies of all elves.

Probably from this time on, the elves were completely involved in the pursuit of the Nether Scroll.

It's just that they might want to destroy it even more.

No matter how stubborn and conservative the elves and nobles on Yongju Island are, this incident is indeed the reason why many elves choose to return to the mainland.

Taking revenge on these ghosts is the only thing they want to do.

Although Hill is prepared for the worst, he still hopes that the elves will finally return to their loved ones on the island of Evermeet.

However, when he saw the magic ship returning after half a month, he knew that hope was shattered.

A large number of elves standing on the deck have despairing expressions on their faces.

There are dozens of white wooden coffins in front of them.

Judging from the obvious divine power fluctuations on the wooden coffin, these elves chose to tear down the outer wall of the dilapidated elf temple of Myth Dronori.

For elves, this is indeed the best resting place, falling asleep peacefully in the arms of their beloved gods.

With a long enough life, the elves are not afraid of death, and they can also smile and wish their friends a long sleep. Normally, these elves would only be full of vengeful anger, not such despair.

The Isle of Evermeet must have refused their request to bring the dead elves back.

Hill flew to the bow and said softly, "Come with me! There's a place to sleep forever."

The magic ship followed Hill around the town and landed directly above the open space.

The elves looked at the warm green field under the sun and heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, and suddenly cried bitterly.

Hill stood quietly under an oak tree outside, silently watching them digging graves one by one by themselves in sorrow and pain.

The elves did not separate their comrades according to the family according to the past tradition, but reserved the position of each team according to the team number.

Then bury the comrades-in-arms of your own team in their place.

It seems that these elf crusaders have given up the idea of ​​returning to Evermeet Island. They plan to wait until their long sleep and return here to accompany their comrades.

Lynn accompanies her cousins ​​to bury their friends, looking sad but complicated.

He glanced at Hill, turned and walked over.

"Sill...I..."

"Of course the elves can choose to stay with me." Hill raised his hand to stop his incoherent speech, "Otherwise I wouldn't choose the cemetery here, but I hoped I wouldn't use it."

"I didn't expect that either." Lin En replied softly, "There are many children of great nobles here. Although they are not good children, they have all bullied me...

But I still don't want to see this result.

The news that Yongju Island refused their return came, and everyone was about to collapse. "

"Queen..." Hill asked tentatively.

"Of course the queen would agree, but it was stopped by the noble council." Lynn said indifferently, "In order to prevent the queen from bringing the children who died outside to Yongju Island for burial, they didn't even plan to bring their own children Nevermind."

Hill is silent. This is a political struggle without any humanity at all.

(End of this chapter)