Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 539: The Fury of Corellon
Elves' political struggles have always been fierce.
Not to mention that on Yongmeet Island, which is so tightly guarded, a dark elf army will suddenly appear in the center of the city and cause a terrible slaughter. It is the queen's husband, the true heir of the elf royal family, who will actually be in the most heavily guarded hall of the palace was assassinated.
The elf queen has long been able to enter the elf **** system to live forever, but none of her children, the true heirs of the royal family, can 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. Children and grandchildren may hate these great 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 great nobles and patriarchs 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 calculations were useless with the powerful strength displayed by the later queen.
With so much grievance and hatred, it is no wonder that the 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 lowered their heads silently.
The uncontrollable sobs sounded out two or three times and then were controlled. For the elves who were never afraid of death, there was rarely a crying funeral.
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.
Lin En's eyes widened, and he also knelt down on one knee. Although he was a priest of Myril, he also believed in the elf pantheon. Although Hill didn't know who it was, it was obvious that he also came up.
Some copper-colored figures came 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.
All the elves and gods appeared.
A middle-aged elf woman with her 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 an ornate silver helmet without goggles, and her elven chain mail gleamed.
This is Vandria Gilmadeli, the elven **** 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 dark girl Eilistraee who hopes to stop her mother Rose from falling, and her brother Meng who fell with Rose. Velen, Lord of Faces, was different. As a rare lawful neutral **** in the elf pantheon, Vandria stood more firmly on her father's side.
Vandria can sense the loss of life of every elf who died on the battlefield, can feel the pain in the hearts of all elves who survived, and can feel the pain of all those who lost their loved ones in the war. man's sorrow.
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 go back to Yongmeet Island.
No matter how brutal the struggle between the queen and the 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.
To allow these elves to descend together, Corellon is probably greeting AO at this moment, otherwise, as the father of elves, he would not fail to come.
Vandria'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, looked back at Hill and nodded to him.
Before these gods left, they all sent their blessings to the cemetery, and also blessed Hill's territory by the way.
And they generously counted the area from here to the Sword Mountain Range as Hill's territory.
From then on, unless the elven gods die together, only demons and devils would dare to trouble the town of Aglaia.
Received the blessing of the gods they believed in, the elf crusaders finally lifted their spirits, and no longer mourned for not being able to 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 companions' souls can enter the kingdom of God.
No matter how radical 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.
But the appearance of the elves and gods proved that the gods agreed with their approach!
The elves who stood up began to be in the mood to decorate the graveyard 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 softly asked Lynn who was standing beside him: "Are the elves 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!"
"Sill, 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. He is neutral and kind, with a very good personality.
As his priest, the Shining Swordsman is rare, but only a very powerful swordsman or swordsinger can work part-time. 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.
From the performance of the two sons and daughters of Corellon, who can tell that he will have a son as stupid as Trassil, 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.
The elven **** king of Trassil wasn't 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."
"Well..." 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 very big. Originally, no one wanted to sleep here except us. But now..."
"Are you staying in Aglaia?" Hill asked.
"Of course we stay here!" Oster said solemnly, "We will live here and sleep forever. There is no need to stay in 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. Perhaps, 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. Of course, the cemetery in the town only Open for yourself.
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 have never heard this voice, every elf knew from the bottom of their hearts that this was Corellon, their creator.
"Kelben did do something wrong~IndoMTL.com~ But the current situation requires a strong leader, otherwise, the plague and the matter of Myth Dranor this time would not be so serious .
Corillon, 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 wish 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?
Besides, Black Rod is resurrected now? Is Mystra crazy? Choose at this time?
The standing posture 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 until the funeral was over.
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