In the Name of the Queen

Lisa executed Roland's decision perfectly.

Her wall of fire completely surrounded the ancient tree, and then the flaming hell descended.

After dividing the position and turning the slow-moving moving target into a semi-fixed target that could only move in circles within a small range, Lisa could finally demonstrate her hard power freely.

As a flame mage with the fifth extraordinary class [Scorching Flame], she is the pinnacle of fire magic power at the same level and the ceiling of precise flame control.

The temperature required to burn a forest is not high, but the flame must be wide-ranging and ignite quickly.

Lisa flew into the air, unfolded her flame wings, curled up, and was wrapped in flames. From a distance, she looked like a huge firebird spraying flames in the air.

This is how she burns the forest.

Flames, more flames, faster flames.

As the clear and long cry sounded, the firebird Lisa flew through the forest, leaving only the burning forest.

"This forest will burn with my wrath, and you will burn in your own grease!"

Lisa taunted as she flew.

Although these ancient trees were about to be destroyed and it was meaningless to ridicule them, she felt happy and that was enough.

Passion belongs to the flame controller, to the darling of flames flying in the air.

As shrill screams and the beep-bop-bop sounds of burning trees filled the entire space, the flame hell engulfed these ancient trees that were proud just now.

The vitality of ancient trees is very tenacious. As long as the pith is still there, they can be reborn even if they are cut into pieces.

The marrow is not afraid of swords, squeezes, or freezing, only high temperatures.

In front of the fire magician, the ancient tree is like a pile of talking firewood.

What chef is afraid of firewood?

Lisa is the best cook, the best fire magician, and can only be happy when she sees firewood.

As the marrow of the ancient tree was burned, the elves controlled by the ancient tree gradually regained their sanity.

A huntress who was throwing a moon blade at Roland stopped abruptly. She stared blankly at the smiling Great Sage, fear and anxiety consuming her calmness.

She quickly knelt down on one knee and tremblingly apologized to Roland, "Great Sage, I."

"I know you were deceived. Gather over there and I will save the other tribesmen!"

The elves have a unique way of identifying themselves, and they can judge their status through the other person's breath. The great sage must have the certification of the leader of the group, the blessing of the sage's rod, and the identification of the sage's stone.

If you possess all three, you will exude the breath of a sage from the inside out.

So does the Queen.

It was indeed difficult for Sif and Roland to identify their identities before they awakened their memories, but they will never admit their identities now.

The identity of the high-ranking elves cannot be counterfeited at all. If they are, they are, and if they are not, they are not. It cannot be faked in the slightest.

The huntress who awakened from the control of the ancient tree followed Roland's order and retreated, but she did not stop immediately. Instead, she applied a special potion to the moon blade, and then threw the moon blade into the forest.

Thinking of being controlled by the ancient tree and wielding a weapon against the last great sage of the tribe, the huntress could not suppress the anger and fear in her heart.

She had to do something to calm her mind.

The damn ancient tree is the best stake for her to prove her loyalty.

Since these ancient trees are not innocent at all, the huntress will naturally not show mercy. Thinking of the noble elves being controlled by the damn trees, one can imagine her anger.

She shouted and jumped down from the Moon Blade Beast, swinging the revenge blade at the ancient tree at the shortest distance without being affected by the flames.

As the ancient trees continue to fall, more and more elves wake up from their nightmares.

They all raised their sharp knives and launched frantic revenge attacks on the ancient trees. Not only to vent his anger and revenge, but also to prove his loyalty to the great sage.

The ancient trees fell down one after another. Their resistance was minimal and they could not change the situation at all.

After all, they are just ancient trees, not world trees that transcend the category of ancient trees.

Ordinary flames, which are very deadly to ancient trees, cannot harm the World Tree at all.

However, the last World Tree was also destroyed in the civil war among the elves, and there was no way to support them.

As more and more elves awaken, the situation finally reverses.

Although Lisa, who had exhausted her magic power, could no longer maintain her firebird form and was forced to return to the ground. She was even unable to activate fire magic for a short period of time, but the awakening of the elf took over her output vacancy.

The elves don't like flames, but they also have ways of punishing trees.

Natural magic includes healing magic, which is responsible for vitality, and there is also withering magic, which is responsible for the silence of all things.

The withering magic deprived the ancient trees of their final mobility and defense, and separated them from their thinking and consciousness, making the ancient trees' final struggles a joke.

As the pith of the ancient golden tree was burned to ashes, the last elves woke up from their nightmares. ,

The elves controlled by the golden ancient tree are the speaker, the general and the high priest.

The political system of the elves has hardly changed for hundreds of millions of years.

The highest power is controlled by the Elf King/Emperor. The main ministers directly responsible to the emperor are the high priest responsible for theocratic power and internal affairs, the speaker responsible for legislative and judicial power, and the general responsible for military affairs.

Among these three, one person is selected as the chief minister according to the situation. The other two have equal status with the chief minister, but they must fully support the chief minister's work.

If it is a small ethnic group without an emperor or elf king, the high priest is usually responsible for managing the overall situation.

However, as the elves' belief in the Moon God has not been blessed for a long time, the Moon Well has gradually dried up, and the status of the High Priest has also declined. Now the Chief Minister is basically the Speaker, and during the war, the General.

The last elf tribe in the southern continent has been at war with various Yehu around for a long time, so the one in power is the General.

Because the tribe has only 300,000 people, many positions are held concurrently, and the General is also the leader of the female hunters.

As the individual with the highest status and the strongest combat power, the General is naturally controlled by the Golden Ancient Tree with the most stringent means.

In the battle just now, she kept outputting, causing the greatest damage to Roland.

Looking at the blood oozing from the corners of Roland's lips, the General was silent for a long time, and suddenly raised the Moon Blade to cut his neck.

Her movements were too fast. If Roland hadn't been paying attention to her mental state, he would have had no time to stop her from doing stupid things.

Roland threw the sword and accurately swept away the General's Moon Blade, preventing her from committing suicide, but not completely preventing her from hurting herself.

The bloodstains on her neck were clearly visible, and they were particularly glaring on her fair skin.

Roland rushed forward without hesitation and slapped her pretty face hard.

"Idiot! If I wanted you dead, I would have done it earlier!"

"I don't allow anyone to hurt my people, not even you!"

Roland scolded harshly.

His voice was particularly harsh, and there was a bit of regret in his words.

The general was stunned for a moment, picked up the moon blade, and swung it at his face again.

This time Roland did not stop him, his intuition told him that smart people would not do stupid things twice in a row.

He was just a little curious, what was this guy going to do?

The moon blade was like lightning, passing in front of the nose, and the black hair was scattered like snowflakes.

Sure enough, he was playing the trick of shaving his head instead of his head. Roland breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave the general a thumbs up.

I didn't expect he would play this trick.

Just as Roland was thinking about what words would both strike the general and make her surrender at ease, the moon blade was raised again, and the splashing blood splashed on Roland's face, splattering into blood-red plum blossoms.

The upper part of the pointed ear was accurately cut off by the moon blade, and even made a beautiful arc, which was similar to the outline of Roland's ear.

The ears of the elves are sensitive parts, with dense nerves and very sharp perception. The pain of this knife is several times clearer than cutting other places.

The general frowned slightly, but still endured not making too much sound, but couldn't help but humming in his nose.

"The sinner Avel apologizes to the great sage."

Roland looked at Avel's still bleeding earlobe, and couldn't help sighing: "You don't have to do this. Protecting the tribe is the duty of the great sage. You and the tribe are controlled by the trees and have no choice. Don't blame yourself too much."

As he spoke, milky white holy light surged from his palm and floated towards Avel.

He is a paladin and has a strong ability to control holy light.

He just didn't believe in the Goddess of Light, not that he didn't believe in light, so he could still use holy light skillfully.

He didn't recognize the so-called Goddess of Light Tia. Such a person could ascend to the throne of God of Light, which showed how low her gold content was.

After cutting the Goddess of Light and the power of light, Roland became more and more proficient in controlling the holy light.

He knew that this was the power of the holy cutting, but Christine didn't think so. She happily thought that this was a reward for Roland's increasingly devout faith.

Roland remained silent about this.

If Christine knew that he had gained strength by cutting the Goddess of Light, her mentality would probably explode.

The power of faith is always so stubborn.

Roland wanted to treat Avel, but she subconsciously retreated and even wanted to avoid it.

She was a pure elf, how could she accept treatment methods other than the moon well and natural spells?

But she felt guilty for offending Roland, and was grateful for Roland's forgiveness. Although she felt uncomfortable, she had to bite her teeth and pinch her nose to accept it.

Looking at her tangled expression, Roland certainly knew what she was thinking.

After the treatment, he raised his right hand and announced solemnly: "My fellow compatriots, our number is very small, and we will never allow anyone to commit suicide in the future. Avel, you are the last one."

"Yes, sir!" No matter how proud the elves were, they dared not act rashly in front of the great sage. Everyone responded in unison, including Avel who was criticized by name.

The elves secretly looked at Roland, silently guessing what Roland was thinking.

Roland certainly would not give them the opportunity to think wildly, and he quickly cut the Gordian knot and issued an order while they were emotionally unstable.

"Everyone listen to my order, I will give you half a month to pack up your things, follow me north, and go home!"

The word "go home" has a strong appeal to the wandering prodigal son that is difficult to describe in words.

The emotional excitement brought by this word even surpassed the shock brought by the appearance of the great sage.

They will have a home in the future.

After the elves cheered without caring about their image, Roland raised his right hand again and added seriously: "I will not only take you home this time, but also bring the descendants of the earth spirits back to the north."

The elves were silent.

The earth spirits are the enemies of the elves, this is a memory engraved in their bones.

Even if the elves and earth spirits are not as good as before, this memory rooted in their bones for billions of years cannot be erased.

The elves looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

If the ancient tree disaster had not been saved by Roland before, they would definitely jump up and oppose it immediately, but this time the entire elf tribe was saved by Roland.

If there were no great sage, the elves would have ended up as the inglorious servants of the ancient trees in the final era.

Although the elves are stubborn and proud, they are also grateful and will never go against the benefactors who saved them and the sages of the tribe.

The conflict between tradition and reality, yes or no?

The answer in the elves' hearts is no, but they know that Roland needs yes, so they choose yes or no.

Silence is sometimes a silent protest.

Unspeakable embarrassment spread among the crowd.

Seeing that the situation was developing out of control, General Avel had to stand up and remind Roland on behalf of the tribe.

"Sir Great Sage, are you talking about the Earth Spirits who fought with our tribe for billions of years in the Third Era and owed countless blood debts?"

"Yes." Roland said calmly.

Avel was even more silent.

She was giving Roland an opportunity to explain or even deceive, but Roland refused without hesitation.

Roland knew what she was thinking, but lies would repeat themselves as soon as they started.

In order to cover up lie A, lie B and lie C must be created, and then more lies must be created to cover up lie BC. If this cycle continues, one day the lies will no longer be able to be covered.

Since lies will be exposed one day, why tell them?

Roland knows the elves. As long as they are proud, everything is negotiable.

He smiled and introduced the current miserable situation of the earth spirits to the elves.

"It is a pity that they have fallen to this point. As former mortal enemies, I don't want us to fight with incompetent people for the entire era."

Roland was changing the concept. Some perceptive elves have already discovered this, but some were persuaded by Roland.

The historical status of the elves is likely to be tied to the earth spirits.

If the earth spirits are a group of cowards, then what are the elves who are 50-50 with them?

Even the diehards who believe that Roland is changing the concept cannot refute this.

Although they know that Roland uses "the current earth spirits are cowards" to replace "the former earth spirits were the world hegemons" to create a fixed impression, they have no way to refute it.

The public is not willing to trace back history and give a fair evaluation of the earth spirits.

They will only devalue the earth spirits infinitely and attack the elves.

Seeing that everyone fell silent, Roland quickly took advantage of the victory and continued to explain the benefits of taking in the earth spirits.

First, the earth spirits and the goddess and her lackeys, the God Punishment Legion, are mortal enemies, which cannot be resolved.

Secondly, taking in the earth spirits is to confirm the outcome of the battle between the two spirits in the third era.

The elves won.

Most elves accepted Roland's statement.

They may not agree, but they can only accept it.

Only Avel was a little disappointed. She sighed faintly: "We were also rescued by you, and it doesn't count as winning."

"Who said that? You were rescued by the sages of our tribe. Am I not an elf?"

The elves were cheered up.

That's right, Roland is their sage, not the sage of the earth spirits.

They really won, and won a lot. (End of this chapter)