Chapter 1193 You Are Too Late
Chapter 1193 You are too late...
"accelerate!"
"accelerate!"
Among the three Elf Legends, the two younger ones looked up at the fireball on the top of the mountain and spoke at the same time. They looked at each other. A female legend, wearing a light white gauze and a circle of flowers and leaves around her wrist, lowered her head and pressed against the side of the ship, her lips moving slightly.
The hull quickly changed shape. This "living" alchemy ship grew from the elven sacred tree. The hull lengthened and narrowed, becoming a lighter and streamlined shape more suitable for flight.
The cabins near the bows at either end were moved inwards. The pointed bow was gently flattened and pointed forward. In the center of the ship's roof, the tall and erected mast retracted silently, and then emerged from both sides of the ship's hull——
When he came out again, this being, which was made of a solid giant wood as a skeleton, entwined with strong giant vines, and connected with light branches and leaves, spread out a pair of magnificent wings on both sides of the ship.
One shot, two shots, three shots...
On the sea, the waves rolled violently, throwing the ship hard. Throwing it to the highest point, with the vigorous flapping of its wings, the elf ship turned into the shape of a bird, facing the square shape of the sun and the direction of the mushroom cloud rising from the top of the mountain, and quickly climbed up.
"I hope we won't be late..."
"I hope that the demonic fire that once engulfed us will not spread to other places..."
"hope……"
The faces of the elves became more solemn than the others. The explosion that destroyed their holy place, the accident that forced them to relocate, the scars that have been engraved on their bodies and hearts for a long time...
The tragedy of the past must never be repeated again!
The elven ship, or elven airship, shot through the sky. With the help of a series of floating and accelerating spells, the airship opened a long path in the clouds and rushed straight towards the mushroom cloud.
There were still dozens of miles away from the mushroom cloud, and a ray of blazing sunlight shone straight on the bow of the ship. Accompanying the sunshine is the ethereal but solemn voice of the sun god Viracocha:
"who?"
The airship slowed down urgently. Three elven legends, plus an elven alchemy ship, are not afraid of a demigod, but there is no need for conflict or anything like that. The two sides are not enemies and can have a good talk.
The leader of the legendary elders gently pressed the side of the ship and floated up. In the cabin, a white albatross flew up, getting bigger and bigger, its wingspan reaching seven or eight meters in a moment.
The legendary elder took a step forward and stepped onto the albatross' back. The bird supported its master, flapped its wings, and rushed forward quickly:
"Dear Sun God Viracocha, we came from the distant Everjum Island. Our compatriots live in the big forest on the other side of the mountain. We received the news to extinguish the flames in the forest..."
"Oh, you don't have to go, the fire there has been extinguished."
"What???"
The beam of light shining on the bow has dimmed. The sun's disc dropped slightly, and a thin beam of sunlight shone on Archmage Baierbo below. In front of the Archmage, a large cloud of mist rolled, condensing into a rough human shape:
"Go on. Those despicable outsiders, what are the forces behind them?"
"...Yes. They belong to a force called the Glory Holy See, and they believe in the Lord of Glory - you must already know about this god. The Glory Holy See controls the two kingdoms, as well as the sphere of influence occupied by the Holy See headquarters."
"It controls tens of millions of people. Its territory stretches from the northernmost point of the Sun Kingdom Ridge, the Storm Islands in the sea, to the continent on the opposite side of the western ocean. It spans tens of thousands of miles and governs tens of millions of people."
The human figure condensed in the clouds and mist fluctuated slightly. It was obvious that Viracocha, the sun god, was still touched by the number "tens of millions". The more people under the rule, the stronger the power of the gods who accept their faith.
Previously, when the entire Sun Empire belonged to him, the total population on the plateau and under the ridges was less than 10 million. After being attacked by outsiders and taking away half of the north, the remaining population was less than five million.
...If this were not the case, why would his injuries remain lingering and difficult to heal?
"And there are at least 30 legends of the Glorious Holy See - beings like the two who attacked you today. There are demigods, and even, in their fundamental base, they can inspire the power of the true god series."
The humanoid figure in the mist fluctuated even more violently. 30 legends? He has to deal with two legends seriously. Four legends. Last time, they were able to seriously injure him by surprise. 30 legends?
That is the power that can definitely kill him!
"Of course, it is impossible for 30 legends to flock here together." Archmage Baierbo observed his words and bowed his head to the human figure respectfully:
"On the mainland, it also has many enemies, which requires a great deal of strength. However, respected Sun God, if you need to ensure everything is safe, it is best to pay attention to some aspects... For example, never perform blood sacrifices again. …”
The clouds and mist rolled violently. This time, the human figure condensed in the mist almost collapsed. The head, torso, limbs, and shapes all seemed to collapse. Obviously, this idea stung the Sun God a bit:
"No blood sacrifice? How can I do it without blood sacrifice? Without blood sacrifice, what can I use to replenish my strength?"
"Have you also felt the disadvantages of blood sacrifice?" Archmage Baierbo raised his head calmly.
These days, he talked a lot with Grete and also with Elder Fahim. He witnessed the process of the Sun God's sleep and transformation with his own eyes, and conducted many analyzes and deductions with the elders. Now he started talking, confidently and without any panic:
"Those people who were used as blood sacrifices by you, their pain, their resentment...those things, entangled with you, are also harmful to your power, aren't they?"
Those pains and resentments were not healed until the world's gifts fell, and then they drifted into the air with the pattering raindrops. When Elder Fahim guided this force into the forest, he was extremely happy and also extremely sad:
"So many high-quality spirits... In the next few hundred years, the creatures that appear in the secret realm will be much stronger than the creatures in the outside world, and their spirituality will be much more active... But, alas... a god..."
Human beings worship gods and worship gods. As a god who provides guidance and protection to humans, how can he treat humans who believe in him as livestock, grabbing a few and chewing them when needed?
Viracocha, the sun god, was silent. He didn't know that those things were harmful to him, but other than that, he didn't know any way to improve his strength and repair his injuries. and--
"The population that this country can support is limited! The population that this land can support is also limited! Rather than letting them starve to death, die of disease, or attack each other to death, why not become my food!"
This... Archmage Baierbo can understand. This plateau area looks barren and desolate at first glance, and the number of people it can support is really limited. And every civilization has its own way of consuming too many people:
For example, barbarians, when the White Disaster comes, they will pick up axes, row long boats, and go south to plunder...
"But if you want to feed a larger population, there are other ways. For example, building water conservancy facilities, composting, or planning to allow more people to participate in agricultural production - rather than producing luxury goods for temples and royal families Taste."
Archmage Baierbo persuaded patiently:
"Do the gods really need these things? Do they really need these alpaca cloaks, these gold and silver sculptures, these gold plates and silver bowls, or do they need the sincere worship of believers? It is good for the gods to increase the population and the number of believers. …”
"As for those who die of starvation or illness, we can provide some help... Of course, the kingdom will definitely need to pay a corresponding price..."
The elf elder drove the albatross and approached quickly. When he got within a mile, Qingfeng had already sent him a message:
"Little Gretel has achieved some results in curbing potato diseases... Of course, how to convert these results into methods that your people can use requires the efforts of your priests..."
Little Gretel?
Gretel Nordmark?
That half-elf cub?
The elf elder dropped the albatross and coughed politely. Archmage Baierbo quickly turned to him, bowed slightly, and performed a mage salute:
"Dear Elf Sir, what's the matter with you coming all the way? If we're looking for someone of your own race, the nearest one is a warrior named Idian at the edge of the holy lake hundreds of miles south. …”
"Mr. Mage, thank you for your message." Elf Legend breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, he did not miss his family - but what he wants to know more now is the news that Archmage Baierbo just mentioned:
"Is the little Gretel you mentioned just now Mr. Gretel Nordmark? If it's convenient, could you please give me some directions? You see, our airship can fly directly there, which is less laborious than flying by yourself... …”
That evening, on the edge of the holy lake, Idian, the three newly arrived elf elders, Archmage Baierbo, Gretel and Cerela, as well as the high priest of the Sun God, sat on the ground around a bonfire.
"So, this is the result?"
"That's right..."
Idian looked at the elders with some embarrassment:
"That's it. In fact, the fire in the secret realm has been extinguished... You..."
It's too late!
The three elven elders looked at each other, looked at Idian, and then looked at the little cub who was said to have found a way to extinguish the flames of the secret realm and heal the wounds on the earth. Grete sat upright by the campfire, trying hard to hold back his laughter:
Well, isn't this the legendary saying, "You guys came too late. If you were a little later, the wound would be healed!"
Of course, it is not useless for the elf elders to come all the way here. Although the flames have been extinguished, the remaining radiation has not been cleaned up, and the piles of seals and spells inside have not been dealt with.
However, when I think of them coming all the way with the determination to sacrifice themselves, they were poured cold water on them as soon as they landed...
"Gretel, what's wrong with you?"
"Ah, I think of happy things..."
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