Seven Hundred and Twenty Eighth Ceremony
Under the Tree of Life in the Demon Realm, Saint Falaifa wore his gorgeous armor, held the slender and exquisite saber at his waist, and walked up a high tree root step by step.
Standing in front of him was a huge phalanx of elf soldiers. These soldiers were all wearing the same exquisite armor, and they carried quiver full of feather arrows on their backs.
Each of these well-equipped elf soldiers is an elf magician. They all have the level of magicians, and some have even reached the realm of great magisters.
Now they are the only elves that have been able to fight, with a number of around 23,000, of which 3,000 are unicorn cavalry, and the rest are traditional infantry phalanxes.
If this army is destroyed, the elves will basically lose their combat effectiveness. Of course, with their combat capabilities, it is not easy to destroy such an army.
Today, at this very moment, right now, these elf soldiers gathered in the barracks surrounding the Tree of Life, waiting with their heads held high for a moment of humiliation or glory.
"Gentlemen... there is still one minute." Farley glanced down at his pocket watch, then raised his head and said to the dozens of senior elf officers standing in front of him.
"I really don't know whether to cry or laugh." An elf officer looked at the vine battle flag on the towering flagpole on the edge of the school field in the distance, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.
"Yeah, this is a difficult decision..." Farley put down his hand holding the pocket watch, and glanced at the human man in military uniform standing beside him: "Grand Duke Kastner, the ceremony can begin."
"Thank you, the flag-lowering ceremony has officially begun!" Grand Duke Castner, wearing the general's military uniform, made a posture of standing at attention and sang loudly.
Farley made a gesture in the direction of the flagpole, and then ordered: "Lower the vine battle flag!"
"Woo..." The melodious horn of the elves twittered in the sad music. The vine flag fluttering on the top of the flagpole began to drop little by little amidst the sound of the horn.
The faces of all the elves were full of sadness. They looked at their battle flags, which disappeared little by little in their eyes without defeat.
An elf girl lowered her head and sobbed, she covered her mouth uncontrollably with her red eyes.
Beside her, another female elf warrior was choking with sobs and holding the magic longbow straddling her chest, comforting her comrades in a low voice.
As a result, comforting and comforting, I couldn't help but shed tears.
"The Elf Empire used to be a great country." Grand Duke Castner extended his palm to Falai: "It will always shine in the history of the Ellan Hill Empire and will be remembered forever by the world."
"Hope, Ms. Andrea... I hope her decision is right..." Farley also stretched out his palm and joined Castner's hand together: "From now on, the elf empire is no longer exists."
"Yes, now, you belong to the Dominion of Elf Dominion of the Alan Hill Empire. Congratulations, Falai Fasheng, you are already a citizen of the Alan Hill Empire, and you are also a general of the Alan Hill Empire Army." Cass Turner smiled and said to Farley easily. Nuancai Literature Network
As the Minister of Defense of the Alan Hill Empire, at least in terms of establishment and personnel, the Elven Dharma Saint in front of him should be under the jurisdiction of Castner.
"Stand at attention! Play the national anthem of the Ellandhill Empire!" The drums sounded densely, and the leading elf officer raised his chin, shouting and tearing down an order that he had practiced for a long time, but he was still reluctant to say it.
"The flag-raising ceremony begins now!" Accompanied by faint weeping, the majestic music of the Alan Hill Empire sounded, and the black golden eagle battle flag dotted with vines was thrown away by the flag-raiser in the wind.
This is a unique flag belonging to the Elven Dominion. The flag of the Ellan Hill Empire is dotted with vines, which means that the Elven tribe belongs to Ellan Hill, but has a high degree of autonomy under the rule of Ellan Hill.
One day ago, Queen Andrea of the Elf Race and Emperor Chris of the Ellanhill Empire signed the "Alanhill-Elf Agreement", which includes the "Announcement on the Revocation of the Empire's National Title by the Elf Empire", "The Elf Empire Voluntarily and Announcement of Entering the Elanhill Empire, "Announcement of the Elf Queen's Abdication", and "Ellenhill Empire's Treaty on Accepting the Elves", "Treaty on Restricting the Use of the Temple of the Moon God", "Constitution of the Elf Dominion", "A The Law of Obligations of the Elves of the Landhill Empire consists of four treaty laws.
In short, from this time today, the elf empire that has lasted for more than 10,000 years in this world has officially become history, and the elves will continue to live as citizens of the Alan Hill Empire in the future.
"Is the Temple of the Moon God ours?" Farley stared at the gradually rising national flag, and asked the Archduke Kastner beside him intently.
Grand Duke Kastner shrugged his shoulders: "According to the treaty, the elves will have the right to use the Temple of the Moon God, but the rights to joint research and development are shared by Alan Hill and the elves."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Farley: "When that flag is raised to the highest point, the treaty will come into effect completely..."
"From today onwards, the Alan Hill Empire will be our motherland... Our loyalty will also be dedicated to His Majesty Emperor Alan Hill..." Farley pulled out the saber from his waist and put it on his own. In front of his face, he swore solemnly.
"To be loyal to the Alan Hill Empire! We are willing to dedicate our lives to His Majesty the Emperor of the Alan Hill Empire! Long live Alan Hill! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" All the elf soldiers drew out their swords, Standing in front of his face, he read out his oath aloud.
This is what they must do, and it is also a step that they must go through to join the Irish Army. Every soldier takes an oath of loyalty to the Emperor of the Empire.
"Now, we are a family." The moment the national flag rose to the top, Castner stretched out his hand again and said to Farley with a smile: "On behalf of the Ministry of Defense of the Empire, I welcome Farley once again." The general joins."
"Thank...thank you." Farley was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his palm and held it together with the other party. He is not used to contacting humans. Hundreds of years ago, a magician like him was still like a god in front of humans. No one can shake his hand, and he disdains human handshakes.
But now, the handsome and outrageous middle-aged man standing beside him had another identity, so he had to stretch out his hand to show his friendliness.
Because this man is the father of the Imperial Concubine, the Minister of Defense of the Empire, and the royal family of Alan Hill...
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