Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 538: Sorrowful Elf 10 Character Army

Lin En packed his luggage and took his cousins ​​on the boat. 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 Aglea does not have many wind laws and can only increase or decrease the speed of the ship, 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, the fate of Myth Drannor was already doomed, all they could do was save the survivors.

In fact, Lynn had already received the message from him. After they arrived at Mith Draenor, 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 Shadows, which had guarded them for thousands of years, was sacrificed, and they will never give up the Nether Scroll.

When the Harper came again, Hill estimated that Lynn had just flown halfway.

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 is rarely a war where so many high-level professionals died.

The archarcanists of Shade tried to control Myth Drannor's Myth, and in a frenzied battle, 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 Elf Crusade, but if they still live in the woods according to their old habits, maybe they can survive more.

Hilter confirmed with the harpist that the devil goblin returned to their original location.

They did not 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 seldom deal with these powerful forces, the Harpist has never lacked elves. Even the human members will only stand on the standpoint of elves at this time say.

But for those demons and goblins, they are just temporary allies, and they are not the elves who are their targets, so how could they not save their own people 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.

After hesitating for a while, Hill still flew to the big 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.

Sill 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 country, he cannot go back, and his soul does not know whether it has a home.

I wish to establish a resting place for them here, 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 estimated that this was the reason why the pastor Melika, who 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 would not directly reject the request of the 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. Buildings are needed, but these plants that can grow naturally cannot be harmed at will.

They 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 have shown their kindness.

Hill is willing to respect 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 had settled here walked out of the door, and surrounded the harpist excitedly to inquire about news.

Although many elves disapproved of the crusaders' actions, no one thought that Myth Drannor would be destroyed so soon.

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

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

Different from 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 movement 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 is the beginning of their true turning into enemies of all elves.

It was probably at this time that the elves were completely involved in the pursuit of the Nether Scroll.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dozens of pure white wooden coffins were placed 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, and they can sleep 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 is a place for a long sleep."

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

Looking at the warm green field under the sun and listening to the crisp sound of wind chimes, the elves suddenly cried bitterly.

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

The elves did not follow the past tradition of separating their comrades-in-arms according to the family, but reserved the position of each team according to the team number.

Then bury the comrades-in-arms of your own team where they belong.

It seems that these elven 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.

Lyn accompanied his cousins ​​to bury their friends, with a sad but complicated expression.

He glanced at Hill, turned around and walked over.

"Hill...I..."

"Of course the elf can choose to stay with me ~IndoMTL.com~ Hill raised his hand to stop his incoherent speech, "Otherwise I wouldn't choose the cemetery here, but I hope I won'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.

When the news came that Yongju Island refused their return, 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 not to let the queen bring the children who died outside to Yongju Island for burial, even their own children I don't plan to care about it anymore."

Hill is silent, this is a political struggle, there is no humanity at all.

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