Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 539: Corellon’s Rage
The political struggle of the elves has always been fierce.
Let's not mention that a dark elf army will suddenly appear in the center of the city on such a well-defended Evergather Island, causing a terrible killing, that is, the queen's husband, the true heir to the elf royal family, will be in the most heavily guarded hall of the palace was assassinated.
The elf queen can actually enter the elf pantheon for immortality, but none of her children, the true heirs of royal blood, can take over the king's position.
A few really capable princes and princesses died inexplicably, especially the strongest princess, who would die during the travel. Everyone knows the murderous intention contained in it.
The living children, those with insufficient ability, sufficient ability, and the will to strengthen the royal family, all died, so the queen never hated the daughter who married a human and gave birth to a half-elf. Compared with humans, she and her daughter The descendants may hate these great nobles even more.
But the current situation is that once the queen leaves, the royal family may become a total puppet.
The world of Toril is all about strength. A king who is not as powerful as a great noble and patriarch, no matter what backing he has behind him, is useless.
Otherwise, the queen's husband would not have died so silently.
In the beginning, if the outside world hadn't thought that the queen who married the Elf King because of her beauty was not very powerful, it might not have been the only king who died.
But in the end, all calculations were useless with the great strength displayed by the later queen.
With so many grievances and hatreds, it is no wonder that this queen, who can be regarded as the strongest elves, finally gave up immortality and immortality, and stayed on Yongju Island to firmly hold 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 in silence.
The uncontrollable whimper sounded two or three times and was controlled. For elves who never feared death, there were very few crying funerals.
They want to stick to the tradition, but they can't control the sad mood, especially some female elves who are more emotional, almost always use a machete standing on the ground to control themselves from falling to the ground.
A gust of wind blew, and the wind bell rang melodiously, as if to sing a sad song for them.
With a soft sigh, a dozen figures in the golden light appeared in the cemetery.
Lin'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. .
A few copper-colored figures came out of the forest, also kneeling respectfully on one knee.
It really is a wood elf!
Hill suppressed his curiosity and placed his right hand on his chest, bowing slightly to show respect.
All the elven gods 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 dirge.
She has steel-grey feathered wings on her back, and wears an ornate silver helmet without goggles and gleaming elven chain mail.
This is Vanderia Gilmadere, the elven **** of war, goddess of strategy, grief, and law.
Although many people pay attention to her other identity, the daughter of Corellon and ex-wife Rose, the little sister of the dark girl Eilistraee who hopes to prevent the fall of her mother Rose, and the brother Meng, who has fallen with Rose. Unlike Velen, the Lord of Faces, as a rare lawful neutral **** in the elven pantheon, Vandria stood firmer on her father's side.
Vandeliya could sense the loss of life of every elves who died on the battlefield, the pain in the hearts of all those who survived, and those who lost their loved ones in the war human grief.
While the elven gods entered Toril to meet the souls of these heroic deaths, only Vanderia felt the pain of the living more.
Hill watched silently.
He's a little confused as to why the elven gods do this.
If you really feel that these elf crusaders have the right to enter their kingdom of god, why not just let these silly children who died in a foreign land return to Yongju Island.
No matter how brutal the battle between the queen and the nobles, Hill did not feel that they would dare to refuse the orders of the elven gods.
What's more, although Corellon didn't appear directly, no one would think that this guy didn't pay attention to things here.
Being able to let these elf gods come together, Corellon is probably saying hello to AO at this moment, otherwise, as the father of elves, he will not not come.
Vandelia's singing ceased, and the spirits of the dead elves appeared above the cemetery.
The elven gods under the golden light began to leave with their followers.
Vandria, who left last, glanced back at Hill and nodded at him.
Before these gods left, they all sent their own blessings to this cemetery, and by the way, they also blessed Hill's territory.
And they generously counted it as Hill's territory all the way to the Sword Mountains.
From now on, unless the elf pantheon perishes together, it is estimated that only demons and devils will dare to trouble the town of Aglaia.
Blessed by the gods they believe in, the Elf Crusaders finally lifted their spirits and no longer mourned for not being able to return to Evergather Island.
They want to take their companions back, not only to send them back to their hometowns, but also to hope that the souls of their companions can enter the kingdom of God.
No matter how extreme these elven crusaders may be, their faith is absolutely devout.
Yongju Island rejected not only the remains of dead elves, but also their way back to the kingdom of God.
But the appearance of the elf gods proves that the gods agree with their approach!
The elves who stood up were in the mood to decorate their comrades' graveyard.
Some elves who appeared to be the leaders walked over to communicate with the wood elves druids, including one of Lynn's cousins.
Hill asked Lynn, who stood up beside him, in a soft voice, "Is the elf pantheon dissatisfied with Yongju Island by doing this?"
"Eternal gathering island, a long time ago, it was impossible to get the favor of the gods." Lynn whispered, "not to mention this kind of cemetery where all the gods send blessings.
Now, it's the turn of the people over there to be jealous of us!"
"Hill, our brother, may I call you that?" A swordsman wearing blue and silver robes over his chainmail came over, and Hill noticed the badge on his chest.
This is a rare shining swordsman, a sacrifice to the demigod Taslin Varadi.
The guardian of the swordsman and swordsinger, the child of Corellon and his later wife, Shahanne, is neutral and kind, and has a good personality.
As his sacrificial swordsman, although it is rare, it is definitely only a very powerful swordsman or sword singer. There is no pure priest in Taslin.
Hill's eyes were dazed for a moment. He did see the demigod just now. Before leaving, Taslin even encouraged him to touch the forehead of the priest.
Based on the performance of Corellon's two sons and daughters, who can tell that he will have the stupid son of the Elf God King Trahir?
But that one should be much older than Taslin.
Although Rose also hated Taslin, she just let her son and grandson deal with him.
Trahir, the elf god-king, was not born secretly when Corellon and Rose were still together?
"Hill!" Lynn elbowed the distracted Hill.
"Is Hill curious about my identity?" The swordsman said frankly, "Indeed, there are few followers of Shining Ones outside. I am Oster, Shining Swordsman."
"Well..." Hill pondered for a while before saying, "You will have a chance to know in the future why I am distracted. Of course, I do have elf blood, and of course we are brothers."
Oster laughed, and patted Hill's shoulder heavily with his hand. It's a brother. It's easy to say something.
"This cemetery..." Oster said with a little embarrassment. "This cemetery is not big, and it was estimated that no one except us wanted to sleep here. But now..."
"Are you going to stay in Aglaia?" Hill asked.
"Of course stay here!" Oster said solemnly, "We will live here and sleep here forever. There is no need to linger on a place that is not worth it."
"The mayor of Aglaia is Lynn. When there were few people, he was enough alone. But in the future, it may be very lively here. Maybe, the Elf Crusaders are willing to become the garrison here. ?
Is it possible to work with Tyr's Paladins. "
"That's fine!" Oster quickly understood what Hill meant. He also heard from Lynn that Hill would no longer accept outsiders to live in the town. Of course, the town's cemetery was only Open for yourself.
The elves scattered around all smiled.
Until the roaring scolding in the sky: "Mystra! You really dare to resurrect that Kelburn? Is the dignity of an elves so meaningless in your eyes?"
All the elves lost their smiles and stood up slowly, looking up at the sky.
Although I may have never heard this voice, the moment the voice sounded, every elves knew from their hearts that this was Corellon, their creator.
"Kelburn has indeed done something wrong~IndoMTL.com~ but the current situation requires a strong leader, otherwise, the plague and the incident with the fans of Strono will not be so serious .
Corellon, please be patient! "
"Tolerance?" Corellon sneered, "Mystra, if he hadn't died, I would have settled for you a long time ago! Is it your will for your electors to despise elves so much?
Wait for it!
Midnight! "
Hill's eyes widened, and he even called out Mystra's original name. Is Corellon really going to turn his face?
And, is the Black Rod resurrected? Is Mystra crazy? Choose at this time?
The standing posture of the elves has changed, and their hands are clenching the weapons around their waists. As long as Corellon speaks, they will never begrudge their lives.
They understand that Corellon waited until the funeral was over.