Five Hundred and Forty Expedition

"Alan Hill is calling!" Farley handed the telegram in his hand to the Elf Queen, standing in front of the beautiful emperor, bowed slightly and said: "Just like our feeling, the magic eye is active again , a large number of demons are entering our world."

"Before we were too optimistic. We just saw the power of Alan Hill, and we had the illusion that the devil is nothing more than that." The Elf Queen gave a wry smile, took the message and read it carefully.

Then, with her pretty fingers, she put the telegram on the table at hand: "Is there any countermeasure for Alan Hill?"

She was indeed a little too optimistic before, thinking that the sudden change of Alan Hill made the threat of demons no longer exist.

However, now, the demon once again proved his strength, and the scale of the attack became even larger.

"Last month, I had an illusion that we would defeat the demons. The world has not yet reached the day of destruction... But now it seems that it is too early to draw any conclusions." The elf queen lowered her eyes, her slender Rubbing his fingers back and forth on the telegram: "This kind of unknown...is worth our effort."

"Your Majesty! What do you mean? We..." Farley was taken aback, then subconsciously clenched his fists and asked.

He was always unwilling, unwilling to let the elves give up hope like this, unwilling to wait for his own death like this.

The elves all have a long life, maybe many of the mortals will die of old age before the world is destroyed, but most of the elves can only die under the devil's butcher's knife.

So Farley has been unwilling to face the cruel reality. He is unwilling to admit the fact that the elves have no hope.

"I think I was a little too naive before." The elf queen showed a wry smile, and her beautiful face didn't fade at all: "It's my fault... I shouldn't have put all my hopes and hopes in victory." All hope is pinned on Alan Hill."

"Victory, you have to rely on yourself to fight for it! We are noble elves, hiding behind human beings... It's ridiculous to think about it." She walked to the window and looked at the shady man not far away. The huge canopy is the tree of life of the elves, a terrifying existence that bred countless magical energies.

"Falley...Assemble the army! We can't pass the responsibility on to humans, even if humans are not weak now, even if we don't have any strength to fight anymore." After finishing speaking, the queen withdrew herself from the window gaze.

She paced up to Farley,

He opened his mouth and said: "Alan Hill lacks high-end magic combat power. Although they have many god puppets and high-level magicians, it is still not enough! You lead the troops to the front line yourself! How much you can help Alan Hill is How much."

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Farley's eyes were slightly red. He had been waiting for the Elf Queen to recover for a long, long time—he had been waiting for this order for a long, long time.

"Woo..." The melodious sound of the horn was then blown on the tree of life. The elves who had already lived and worked in peace and contentment in the new elves' royal city, Selkes, put down their work and looked up at the direction where the horn sounded. .

"Woo..." The sound of the horn still echoed on the branches, and a female elf who was pruning the flowers and plants in her yard put down the tools in her hand.

She used a water magic to wash off the flower mud on her palm. Then she walked into her house decorated with green leaves while shaking her palms.

The arm armor carved with ornate inscriptions was taken off the hanger by her, and put on her slender arms.

The female elf who tightened the arm armor's fixed rope hung the delicate breastplate on her chest, and then took down the magic long sword that had followed her for thousands of years from the wall.

Although thousands of years have passed, this traditional elf sword with vines carved on the grid is still as sharp as ever. The magical energy flowing on the sword has always protected the blade and never left.

The female elf hung the long sword around her waist, and straightened her armor. Then he walked to the inner room, stood outside the door, and quietly looked at the sleeping child in the crib.

She just watched quietly, neither speaking nor approaching, as if she was afraid of disturbing this sleeping life, she just stood in the distance, her eyes full of love and reluctance.

What could make a woman leave her child? Maybe there is only hope for the child to continue to live... In order to keep the baby who doesn't know anything alive, this is the reason why a mother goes to the battlefield.

Even if he would die far away in the end, it would be worthwhile to let his son live even a second longer!

After a long while, the female elf finally turned around, her eyes filled with tears, but her hands firmly put on a magic robe embroidered with gorgeous leaf patterns on the outside of the armor.

She took a step forward and let the armor boots hit the ground, making a slight clicking sound. She walked out of the yard step by step, closed the gate, and nodded slightly to an old elf woman standing on the street corner.

"I will take good care of your children, and I will treat each one as my own." The old elf leaned on a cane, pressed his right hand on his chest, and lowered his head, promising: "I swear in the name of nature, unless you return in triumph , otherwise the oath will never be broken."

The young female elf clenched her fist with her right hand and pressed it to her chest, her eyes filled with gratitude. Behind her, the door of the neighbor's room was pushed open from the inside, and a female elf, also wearing a magic robe, walked out of the yard with the same inseparability.

From every household, someone came out. The old man stood at the entrance of the street and made promises to everyone who passed him. She is the one who stays behind, and she has to shoulder the responsibility of all the war dead and take care of their families, which is the tradition of the elves.

"Woo..." The sound of the horn was still echoing, these elves who came here after going through untold hardships from their original territory, were about to walk on the battlefield they had just fled from once again.

One after another, banners covered with vines were erected, and snow-white unicorns were pulled out of the stables one by one.

The elf knights put on their visors, tightened the reins of their horses, and gathered behind Falai.

"For the queen!" Farley pulled the reins, and with his legs clamped under the horse's belly, the snow-white unicorn he was riding made a long hiss and took melodious steps.

"For the queen!" All the elf cavalry shouted loudly. Hundreds of elf cavalry followed Falai, and drove out of Selks in such a mighty way.

Behind these cavalry are elf archers on foot, and light infantry behind them—each of them is a magician, and they are all valuable and powerful combat forces.

The sound of the horn was still melodious, and the sound of the marching drums also sounded. Although it was not as powerful as before, the army of the elves still drove out of their city walls and walked onto the battlefield where they had fled.

For, just that glimmer of hope.

A glimmer of hope they just saw and couldn't bear to give up.

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"In any case, it shouldn't be underestimated." In the center of the huge floating city, in the center of the huge floating city, in the towering magic tower, Grand Magister Longsardley looked at the subordinates in front of him. , said with a faint smile on his face.

He walked down the steps step by step, walked up to those subordinates, and said slowly: "Do you still remember Grekken's belief? Accept your own destiny and face everything calmly."

"We have never fought against our own destiny, why?" When he reached the last step, he paused before continuing: "Because what we are guarding is the destiny of this world."

"Since the demons think that they can conquer the human world, why can't we, as humans, use our actions to tell the origin of magic that this world cannot be conquered?" The stick was turned sideways, and it was handed to an old man standing in front of him: "Next, it's up to you!"

When the other party took over the magic wand, Longsardley's expression became much more relaxed: "General Safiral is fighting hard on the front line, and the detection system of Alan Hill has confirmed the news of the large-scale invasion of demons..."

"The dragons are famous for their strength, and the elves are famous for their magic. In a world where the strong are like forests, we humans can survive because of our faith and spirit!" Longsardley glanced around at the people standing beside him. The magician slowly walked towards the gate: "It's time to teach the little ones of Alan Hill a lesson! Let them learn it!"

"My lord..." A magician stopped him: "The world has changed, why can't we change together? You don't have to do this! It's not the time for you to make a choice..."

"In my opinion, the world is changing for the better, which is a good sign, isn't it?" Longsardley stopped and looked at the magician who blocked him from going out: "So, it It is more worthy of our rescue..."

"No matter how the world changes, as magicians, as magicians who have enjoyed the world's offerings for thousands of years, we shoulder the responsibility of saving the world, which will not change." Longsardley said while pointing to himself : "I have my responsibilities, you have yours!"

After speaking, he walked out.

"Why are only human beings facing such catastrophes and disasters..." a young magician complained in a low voice.

"You are wrong, child." The old man who took the magic wand of Longsardlai walked to his side and comforted him: "Every race and every person has to go through these catastrophes and tribulations. After going through these , people can grow up, unite together, and bloom with dazzling brilliance.”

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