Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1916 Elf Town
The elves here clearly also had cavalry. After entering the forest, Basil led a white horse out of the woods, preparing to ride ahead and lead the way.

Unexpectedly, his white horse snorted and stomped its hooves restlessly throughout the journey, showing considerable resistance.

This situation made Basil subconsciously glance at Hilke and the others' mounts.

The entire group consisted of exotic beast warhorses, which were taller and more robust than ordinary warhorses. Even though they did not deliberately intimidate, the aura emanating from these exotic beast warhorses was enough to terrify ordinary creatures!
Faced with this situation, Basil couldn't say anything. It was like putting a cat and a tiger together; the cat would instinctively feel fear, which was perfectly normal.

At this moment, Basil could only gently pat his partner, trying his best to comfort him.

White Horse still trusted Basil a lot, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

Seeing this, Basil breathed a sigh of relief and quickly mounted his horse...

"Please come with me."

Seeing this, the elven knights, led by Hilke, spurred their horses and followed.

Perhaps because he wanted to finish his work quickly and get away from Hilke and his beast-like warhorses, Basil's white horse was running exceptionally hard, almost galloping.

The beast-like warhorse's physical attributes far surpassed those of ordinary warhorses, and it followed the entire way without any effort. In fact, Hilke's attention was not even on it, but entirely focused on his expanded senses.

After traveling this far, he was pretty sure that they were under close surveillance.

Just as he was pondering this matter, the scene before him suddenly opened up, and an elven town composed of numerous treehouses appeared before him.

The scale was so large that it even exceeded Hilke's initial expectations, but considering that this elven tribe had an Elf King in charge, he was not surprised.

After all, in the old civilization, those who traveled with the Elven royal family were definitely large forces, far superior to the small, scattered troops of their ancestors.

Their arrival attracted considerable attention.

However, since everyone was an elf, the gazes they cast at this moment were not hostile, but rather filled with curious scrutiny.

"His Majesty the Elf King summons you! Make way!"

As Basil shouted, he spurred his horse and led Hilke and the others through the town's central street. The elves on the road stepped aside to make way for the middle of the road.

During this process, as Zhou Xu's former personal guard captain, Hilke habitually looked around at the elven town in front of him.

To be honest, considering the Elven race's development efficiency, the development here is already not bad.

The town is built in a very realistic way, hidden in a lush forest. The exquisitely designed treehouses and the beautiful natural environment are perfectly integrated.

While this place may lack the conveniences brought by technological advancements, it boasts abundant natural scenery and pastoral charm, making life here absolutely peaceful and tranquil.

From the elves, Hilke couldn't see any dissatisfaction with their current lives.

For a moment, Hilke didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

As he walked through the town and the forest trails behind it, a towering tree, almost exaggerated in size, suddenly came into view at the edge of Hilke's vision.

Looking at the towering tree, Hilke, who had never lost his composure before, couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment.

"An ancient elven tree? Could this be an ancient elven tree?!"

Sensing Hilke's shock, Basil proudly raised his chin.

"That's right, it's the Ancient Elf Tree."

Upon receiving this answer, the elven knights, led by Hilke, were all excited.

As elves, who among them hadn't heard the legend of the Ancient Elf Tree? It was said that this Ancient Elf Tree was planted and carefully nurtured by the Elf God himself when the Elf race was first established. It was the ancient tree that inherited the Elf race and contained boundless power.

After a brief moment of excitement, Hilke was the first to come to his senses, and subconsciously glanced back at the way they had come.

This ancient elven tree was towering and enormous, so large that it should be clearly visible even from outside the forest, yet they had not noticed it before.

Hilke didn't think he was seeing things.

"Enchantment?"

This is the only explanation.

"Yes."

Basil didn't try to hide anything and readily admitted it.

The main issue is that anyone who isn't an idiot can see that there's a barrier here, so denying it won't make a difference.

Of course, while he acknowledged it, he didn't intend to offer any further explanation.

In the short time it took to say those two sentences, two silver-armored guards approached from a distance.

Seeing this, Basil offered an explanation...

"From here on, you can only walk."

As he spoke, Basil pointed to the two silver-armored guards who had come over.

"I can only take you this far. The two silver-armored guards will then take you to meet His Majesty the Elf King."

Hilke expressed his understanding, and all the elven knights dismounted.

Hilke gestured to several of his men to watch over the warhorses, while he himself went with two silver-armored guards to meet the Elf King.

As the distance closed, Hilke gradually came into view of the Elf King's castle.

The castle sits atop the thick, gnarled roots of the ancient elven tree. Compared to the towering, seemingly endless ancient elven tree, the Elven King's castle appears exceptionally small, so much so that from a distance, one might mistake it for a toy.

Only when he got really close did Hilke realize that the castle was no less impressive than any castle he had ever seen before.

From the outer perimeter of the castle to its interior, every area was guarded and patrolled by silver-armored guards.

The stories they heard when they were young mentioned that the silver-armored guards were the royal guards, and their status was equivalent to a combination of the imperial guards and personal troops of their Great Zhou.

Their mission was to protect the Elven royal family and the Elven King's castle.

During this process, Hilke also clearly discovered that every single one of these silver-armored guards was actually a martial artist at the Hundred Refinement Realm.

Along his journey alone, he had encountered seventy-eight silver-armored guards. Yes, he had been silently counting them in his mind, and the number was still increasing.

In his eyes, a martial artist at the peak of the Vajra Realm, the silver-armored guards at the Hundred Refinements Realm level were indeed insignificant, but so many silver-armored guards gathered together constituted a formidable fighting force.

Just as he was thinking this, the door in front of him opened, and the next second, a palace full of natural beauty appeared before Hilke's eyes.

At the very top of the palace, vibrant vines intertwined to form the throne of the Elf King.

On the throne, a tall, slender figure with flowing golden hair, wearing a crown and a silver-blue robe, calmly gazed at him. His sapphire-like eyes were like the vast sky, bringing a sense of peace to the heart...

(End of this chapter)