Chapter 1358 The Undercurrent Under the Silver Moon Festival

During Gretel's advancement, the aftermath of this round of war gradually subsided after half a month.

Rescue the wounded, provide follow-up treatment, and bury the dead; hunt down the remaining enemies, clean the battlefield, and collect trophies; organize the terrain, rebuild the defense line, and repair the magic circle...

Each piece requires an astonishing amount of work. Even if there are several legendary elders working day and night on the front lines with their disciples, and the magic circle at the rear is also fully cooperating, it still cannot be completed in a day or two.

——Even so, there is a sense of joy on Yongju Island. During the first full moon period after the war, the Queen even appeared in person to preside over a ceremony:

"We stand here to mourn the loss of our fellow citizens."

On the Holy Mountain, under the World Tree, in the small clearings in the forest, fifteen or six new tombs are piled with white stones and filled with flowers.

In front of each grave, there were two to three to seven or eight elves, supporting each other and sobbing softly.

At the moment when the full moon rises and the silver light falls on the treetops, the queen arrives in person with the elders and members of the royal family. His soft eyes slowly swept over the family members of the deceased, and he stepped forward, brushing the flowers in front of each grave with his fingertips:

"Beilein, Viel, Emmata, Odile, Knut... they fought bravely, they lived optimistically, and they gave their young lives to Evermeet Island..."

She sighed and raised her arms to the sky. The silver hair crown on her forehead shone brightly under the moonlight, and the moonstone inlaid on the hair crown cast a hazy brilliance around her body, and then fell to the grave as she rotated:

"May they ascend to the sky and return to the embrace of Lady Silver Moon... May they be reborn on the World Tree and reunite with us..."

As the queen spoke, the two princesses standing behind her, as well as the young female elves, sang soft melodies. The sound is like ocean waves, like forest waves, like mist, like falling silver moonlight.

The wailing voices of the relatives left behind by the deceased grew from small to loud, and then from loud to quiet.

In the hazy eyes of tears, it seemed as if I really saw my relatives smiling and waving to them, and then slowly rose up, following the moonlight, and returned to the arms of Ms. Silver Moon...

Gretel stood quietly in the crowd, his face slightly pale. Watching the relatives of the deceased helping each other leave, he subconsciously took a step, but was held back by Elder Fahim:

"Gretel, what are you going to do?"

"It is my fault……"

Gretel's voice was low and his fists were clenched:

"It was because I was too reckless and advanced rashly on the edge of the battlefield that they had to fight hard. If I had been more cautious...even if I had retreated a few kilometers back and returned to the area covered by the magic circle..."

He was speechless for a moment, too sad to speak. Elder Fahim patted him on the shoulder:

"It's not your fault. If necessary, we have no way to move you back to the center of Yongju Island. On the contrary, it was us who made our own decisions and used you as bait——"

He put his arm around Grete's shoulders and led him across the woods toward a wider field. After walking around a few ancient trees, my eyes suddenly opened up. In front of the huge square, a palace supported by green trees was clearly in sight.

The queen had changed into a light silver dress and stood high on the palace platform, radiant.

She waved her hand downwards, and a little bit of silver light fell down. Everyone who was soothed by the silver light was refreshed and refreshed:

"Fellow compatriots, a month ago, we won an extremely difficult and important battle! In this battle, we severely injured a demon king, annihilated at least five demon leaders, and killed countless demons!

After this battle, for at least a hundred years, our compatriots will not have to worry about facing powerful enemies every year or every month! We have a long, long time to study how to seal the cracks and how to cut this cancer! "

Cheers surged in like waves. From the square in front of the palace, from the woods surrounding the square. The elves shouted, the monsters roared, and the ancient trees shook their branches and leaves, expressing their inner joy——

Peace at last!

Finally, we no longer have to fight hard, no longer need to be quickly reinforced as soon as the police whistle blows, no longer have to be in fear, no longer have to be bloodletted by demons every month, month, and year!

Even if the vast majority of our compatriots can be saved, and even if they are disabled and their limbs can be regenerated, there will still be compatriots who are particularly unlucky and will sleep on the battlefield forever!

"Under the auspices of all the elders, with the dedication of many compatriots and many ancient trees, and with the bloody battles and sacrifices of many soldiers, we finally won this battle!

Ms. Silver Moon is here, she witnesses our efforts and our glory! Now, rejoice and celebrate,"

the queen shouted. In response to her speech, cheerful and lively music sounded in the palace. On the top of the World Tree, people were singing and dancing, and graceful figures were reflected from the sky;

All kinds of magical lights roared and exploded, transforming into various shapes of birds, spiritual beasts, and swimming fish;

The young and middle-aged elves played the flute, played the lyre, held hands and danced, and even the old elders lifted their beards and joined the crowd...

"Look, no matter what, the result is good." Elder Fahim held him in his arms and faced the crowd:

"After this battle is over, we will have at least a hundred years. We don't have to worry about a large-scale attack by demons. We can save too many compatriots - and the fact that this battle went so smoothly and the sacrifices were so few is thanks to your two strikes..."

Grete nodded slightly, still unable to cheer up. The tears of the deceased’s family members still swayed before his eyes——

Relatives may be sad, but others may also sing. The elves in the square were singing and dancing and had begun to celebrate, but the mourners who had lost their loved ones were far from getting over the pain...

However, as elves of the immortal species, it may take more than a few years or decades for them to get over their pain.

If he could advance later...if he could be more cautious...

Or, at least until Senior Brother's research is completed, the Well of Eternity can be restarted, and the magic circle can support more power...

Elder Fahim watched the change in his expression and could only sigh softly, hoping that he would figure it out on his own. Apart from that, the only thing that can help him is to find another topic for him:

"actually……"

"Um?"

Grete stopped and looked at him. Elder Fahim paused, looked up at the palace in the distance, and hesitated to speak. After a moment, he still shook his head and patted Gretel hard:

"Go and have fun. It's rare to have a celebration, relax your mind and have a good time. - Look, how long Cerela has been waiting for you..."

He pushed hard, and Grete staggered and rushed a few steps to the side. He was grabbed by Cerela who was waiting not far away and dragged to the square.

Gretel struggled twice and finally managed to get the right to walk. Just after taking a few steps, a snow-white tern suddenly rushed down, jumped in front of the elder, and landed in human form.

Amidst the rustling of the branches and leaves, Gretel vaguely heard the messenger's urgent voice:

"The eldest prince is not feeling well again...Queen...please..."

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