Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 635 Corellon's Fury
The elves' political struggles have always been fierce.

Not to mention that on Yongmeet Island, which is so heavily guarded, a dark elf army will suddenly appear in the center of the city and cause a terrible slaughter. The queen's husband, the true heir of the elf royal family, will be assassinated in the most heavily guarded hall of the palace. .

The elf queen could actually enter the elf god system for immortality long ago, but none of her children, the real heirs of the royal blood, could take over the position of the king.

The truly capable princes and princesses died inexplicably, especially the strongest princess who died during the tour, and everyone knew the murderous intent contained in it.

The living children, those who are not capable enough, those who are capable enough, and who are determined to strengthen the royal family, are all dead, so the queen never has any hatred for the daughter who married a human and gave birth to a half-elf. Compared with humans, she and her descendants may I hate these nobles even more.

But the current situation is that once the queen leaves, the royal family may completely become puppets.

In the world of Toril, strength is the only thing to look at. A powerful king without a great noble patriarch is useless no matter what backing he has behind him.

Otherwise, the queen's husband would not have died so silently.

At the beginning, if the outside world didn't think that the queen who married the elf king because of her beauty was not strong, maybe not only one king died.

But in the end, all the calculations were useless with the powerful strength shown by the later queen.

With so much grievance and hatred, it is no wonder that this queen, who can be regarded as the strongest elf, finally gave up immortality and immortality, and stayed on Yongju Island to firmly guard the power of the royal family.

The burial of the elves was over. They stood in front of the graves of their teammates or friends, knelt down on one knee together, and bowed their heads silently.

The uncontrollable whimpers sounded out two or three times and then were controlled. For elves who are never afraid of death, crying funerals are rare.

They want to stick to the tradition, but they can't control that kind of sad mood, especially some more emotional female elves, who almost use the scimitar standing on the ground to control themselves from falling to the ground.

A gust of wind blew by, and the melodious sound of wind chimes sounded, as if they sang a sad song in their hearts.

Accompanied by a soft sigh, more than a dozen figures in the golden light appeared in the cemetery.

Lynn's eyes widened, and he knelt down on one knee. Although he was a priest of Miril, he also believed in the elf pantheon. Although Hill didn't know who it was, it was obvious that he also came.

Some copper-colored figures walked out of the forest and also knelt down on one knee respectfully.

It really is a wood elf!
Hill suppressed his curiosity, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed lightly to show respect.

The elves and gods all appeared.

A middle-aged elf woman with white hair tied into several braids, with a serious and sad expression on her face, sang an elf elegy.

She had wings of steel-gray feathers on her back, and on her head was a magnificent silver helm without goggles, and her elven chain mail gleamed.

This is Vandria Gilmadeli, the elven god of war, goddess of strategy, sorrow, and law.

Although many people pay attention to her other identity, the daughter of Corellon and his ex-wife Rose, and the little sister who hopes to stop her mother Rose from falling. Velen was different. As a rare lawful neutral god in the elf pantheon, Vandria stood more firmly on his father's side.

Vandria can feel the dying life of every elf who dies in battle, the pain in the hearts of all elves who survive, and the sorrow of all those who have lost loved ones in battle. .

When the elves and gods entered Toril to welcome the souls who died in battle, only Vandria felt the pain of the living more.

Hill watched silently.

He didn't understand why the elf gods would do this.

If you really think that these elf crusaders have the right to enter their kingdom of God, why don't you just let these stupid children who died abroad return to Yongmeet Island.

No matter how brutal the struggle between queen and nobles was, Hill didn't think they dared to refuse the orders of the elf gods.

What's more, although Corellon didn't appear directly, no one would think that he didn't pay attention to this matter.

Corellon is probably saying hello to AO at this moment if these elf gods can come together, otherwise, as the father of elves, he would not stop coming.

Vanderlia's singing stopped, and the ghosts of the dead elves appeared on the cemetery.

The elves and gods under the golden light began to leave with their followers.

Vandria, who was the last to leave, glanced back at Hill and nodded at him.

Before these gods left, they all sent their blessings to the cemetery, and also blessed Hill's territory by the way.

Moreover, they generously counted the area from here to the Sword Mountain Range as Hill's territory.

From now on, unless the elven gods die together, only demons and devils will dare to trouble the town of Aglaia.

Having received the blessing of the gods they believed in, the elf crusaders finally lifted their spirits, and they no longer lamented that they could not return to the Isle of Evermeeting.

They want to take their companions back, not only to send them back to their hometown, but also to hope that their souls can enter the kingdom of God.

No matter how extreme these elf crusaders are, their beliefs are absolutely pious.

What Yongju Island rejected was not only the remains of the dead elves, but also their way back to the Kingdom of God. This was the reason why the Elf Crusaders were hit to the point of despair.

But the appearance of the elves and gods proved that the gods agreed with their approach!
The elves who stood up began to get in the mood to decorate and decorate the cemetery of their comrades-in-arms.

Some elves, who seemed to be the leaders, walked over to communicate with the wood elf druids, and one of Lynn's cousins ​​was among them.

Hill asked Lynn who stood up next to him softly: "Is the elf god system dissatisfied with Yongju Island by doing this?"

"Yongju Island, a long time ago, it was impossible to get the favor of the gods." Lin En whispered, "not to mention this kind of cemetery where all the gods send blessings.

Now, it's the people over there's turn to be jealous of us!"

"Hill, our brother, can I call you that?" A swordsman wearing a blue and silver robe over the chain armor came over, and Hill noticed the badge on his chest.

This is a very rare Shining Swordsman, a priest of the demigod Taslin Varady.

The guardian of the swordsman and swordsinger is the child of Corellon and his later wife Sehanne, neutral and kind, with a very good personality.

Shining Swordsman is his priest, although it is rare, but it must be a very powerful swordsman or swordsinger. There is no pure priest in Taslin.

Hill's eyes were in a trance for a moment. He did see the demigod just now. Before leaving, Taslin even touched his priest's forehead in encouragement.

Just from the performance of these two sons and daughters of Corellon, who can tell that he will have a son as stupid as Trasher, the elf king?
But that person should be much older than Taslin.

Although Rose also hated Taslin, she only let her son and grandson deal with him.

Trasil, the king of elves, couldn't have been born secretly when Corellon and Rose were still together, right?

"Hill!" Lynn elbowed Hill who was distracted.

"Is Hill curious about my identity?" The swordsman said frankly, "Indeed, it is rare to see followers of the Shining One outside. I am Oster, the Shining Swordsman."

"Hmm..." Hill pondered for a while before saying, "In the future, you will have a chance to know why I was distracted. Of course, I do have elven blood, and of course we are brothers."

Oster laughed, and patted Hill's shoulder heavily with his hand. It's a brother, so it's easy to say something.

"This cemetery..." Oster said with a little embarrassment, "This cemetery is not big. Originally, no one wanted to sleep here except us. But now..."

"Are you going to stay in Aglaia?" Hill asked.

"Of course we stay here!" Oster said solemnly, "We will live here in peace, and we will sleep here forever. There is no need to linger on places that are not worth it."

"The mayor of Aglaia is Lin En. When there were few people, he alone was enough, but in the future, it may be very lively here. Maybe, the Elven Crusaders are willing to become the garrison here?

It is possible to cooperate with the paladins of Tyr. "

"That's no problem!" Oster quickly understood what Hill meant. He also heard from Lynn that Hill would no longer accept outsiders to live in the town. The cemetery in the town is of course only for his own people. open.

The elves scattered around all smiled.

Until the roar exploded in the sky: "Mystra! You really dare to resurrect that Kelben? Is the dignity of elves so meaningless in your eyes?"

All the elves lost their smiles, stood up slowly, and looked up at the sky.

Although they may never have heard this voice, every elf knew from the bottom of their hearts that this was Corellon, their creator.

"It is true that Kelben did something wrong, but the current situation requires a strong leader, otherwise, the plague and the incident with Myth Drannor would not be so serious.

Corellon, please be tolerant! "

"Tolerance?" Corellon sneered, "Mystra, if he hadn't died, I would have settled with you a long time ago! Is it your will that your voters despise elves so much?

Just wait!
midnight! "

Hill's eyes widened, and he even called out Mystra's original name. Is Corellon really going to turn his face?
Moreover, the black stick is resurrected now?Is Mystra crazy?Choose at this time?
The standing postures of the elves changed, and their hands clenched the weapons around their waists. As long as Corellon spoke, they would never spare their lives.

They understood that Corellon had waited purposely until the funeral was over.

(End of this chapter)