in the name of the queen.

Face is given to each other.

The Earth Spirits are now struggling to survive and are not strong enough to fight for supremacy.

All Chromie wanted was living space, and Roland gave him so much extra, so how could he not give something in return?

His promise was a euphemism for placing the Earth Spirits in a subordinate position.

Roland was very satisfied with Chromie's knowledge and taste. The somewhat shriveled old man also became handsome in his eyes.

When you see so many savages, civilized people become particularly precious.

The agreement was reached, and Chromie once again warmly invited Roland to go back and stay for a few days, which Roland naturally couldn't refuse.

Although this shabby place has none of the splendor of the Earth Spirit Clan in its heyday, we still have to give them some face.

The reception etiquette this time was not as formal as before, with less red tape but more intimacy.

Chromie, who hadn't drunk for many years, even took out a jar of white wine that he had saved since the end of the Sixth Era to share with Roland.

After a few drinks, Chromie took advantage of the alcohol and began to say things that he couldn't normally say.

There are too many Yahoos, we can’t kill them all!

Chromie yelled indignantly.

Perhaps because they were completely defeated by the God's Punishment Legion in the Third Era, or perhaps because of the curse that destroyed the goddess's followers, the Earth Spirits' already unreliable reproductive ability was further weakened.

Although the tribe has always tried its best to encourage childbirth, the population of the Earth Spirit Tribe has never exceeded one million, and now there are less than 300,000.

Roland couldn't help but sigh when he thought about how the dominant race, which had shared the world with the elves in its heyday, had fallen to such a state.

But he soon thought of the fact that there were only a few elves left, and his words of comfort froze on his lips and turned into self-mockery.

"Sage Chromie, you still have hundreds of thousands of people. You will have a chance when the living environment stabilizes. But my people only have a few people now. I should be envious of you now."

Chromie stared at Roland with wide eyes, carefully trying to determine whether he was lying. After confirming that Roland was not joking, he couldn't help but shook his head and said teasingly, "I thought you came here to rescue the southern elves this time."

"Southern Elves?!"

This time it was Roland's turn to widen his eyes. He simply couldn't believe his ears.

"You didn't know?"

Chromie sighed softly and said faintly: "Perhaps it would be wisest for you not to see them."

He told of the tragic fate of the southern elves.

The elves were also the main target of the God's Punishment Legion, and their fate was even more miserable.

Because of their handsome men and beautiful women, the elves became slaves of the God's Punishment Legion after being completely defeated, mainly providing services that were not aimed at reproduction.

In the Third Age, the Divine Punishment Legion suffered heavy losses in the war of suppression and was unable to continue its mission, gradually disappearing. This remaining elf tribe continued to survive with the blood soul curse in their bodies.

"They are unrecognizable now. They are no longer as beautiful as they used to be. Do you really want to meet them?"

Chromie looked at Roland with some uneasiness.

Roland picked up the wine glass, drank the whole glass of strong liquor, and said word by word: "No matter what they are like now, I will take them home."

"I am the only sage left in the elves. I have the obligation to take good care of every member of my tribe. Sage Chromie, please tell me the current situation of the descendants of the elves."

Chromie hesitated for a moment, took out a crystal ball from his pocket, held it in both hands and handed it to Roland.

Roland knew that this was the last spark of the elves, so he dared not neglect it and quickly stretched out his hands to take it solemnly.

Lisa knew that Roland was very emotional, so she put her hand on the crystal ball first and gave Roland a soothing look before injecting magic power into it, telling him not to panic.

Roland took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Although these are all distant memories, the fact that he is a sage of the elves will not change.

The final day of return is approaching, and the grudges of past eras will all come to an end.

As he saw more and more, Roland understood more and more that the grievances and hatreds among many ethnic groups were all caused by the three false gods who were not qualified to ascend to the realm of gods.

He wants to uncover the truth behind this and find out why it was them who ascended to gods back then instead of Winter, Poseidon and the Demon King.

Judging from strength, realm and strong mentality alone, it is obvious that the three people in the loser group are more qualified.

Previously, he boldly speculated that the trio of gods were chosen because they were weaker in spirit and strength, and planned for the future based on this argument, but this was just his guess after all.

The last descendants of the elves were once enslaved by the God's Punishment Legion, and perhaps more clues can be found there.

Roland felt a little more grateful to Chromite, because he was thinking about his people, so he didn't stay for a moment and quickly said goodbye and left.

Chromie understood Roland's feelings, and he also knew the style of Roland, a wise man of the time.

Although he is ruthless to his enemies, he still has warmth towards his friends and family.

Fortunately, he finally dealt with the stubborn old guys in the tribe, turned enemies into friends with Roland, and got a boat ticket.

The Earth Spirits had long been in decline, and the pride of a declining tribe was meaningless, but the old guys in the tribe still clung to their ancestors' laws and refused to give in.

The news of Roland's march south had spread long ago, and the Earth Spirits had held several meetings to discuss response strategies.

Chromie is the youngest sage in the Hall of Sages. Compared to the old guys who are often over 500 or 1,000 years old, he is only 250 years old and is still a young man.

The old guys' initial decision was to kill Roland.

Chromie was almost amused by the sudden whims of these old men.

He asked directly, "Who is stronger, Roland or the Yehu commanders?"

Although they were full of hatred towards the elves, the sages could not say against their conscience that the Yahu were more powerful, and could only tell the truth.

Chromie didn't say what to say next, but everyone understood.

How can the Earth Spirits, who can't even get past the Yehu generals, kill Roland?

In fact, Cromie also knew that these old men also knew the comparison of strength, they were just being stubborn.

Even if you are not strong enough, you have to pretend to be able to fight, otherwise where will you put your face?

Even after Roland came in person, these old men were still lukewarm, which almost made Chromie faint.

If it was the era of the Third Age when the earth spirits and the elves were fighting for supremacy, these old guys wouldn't have to put on airs, and he wouldn't have given the elven sages a good face.

But times have changed.

Although the elves were in decline, they produced two rare talents.

Whether it is Roland or Sylph, as long as they appear in the southern continent, they can easily save their people.

The Earth Spirit Clan did not have such young talents, so they declined.

Whether you are willing to accept it or not, this is the fact.

Chromie decided to bow to reality. Enemies are also a kind of relationship. After the earth spirits and elves went through the third era of love and hatred, they declined together. Even if it allowed the earth spirits to show their superiority, Roland might help them.

However, the old guys in the tribe still couldn't let go of that ridiculous face, which made Chromie completely furious.

Seeing that Roland was about to leave, he didn't dare to waste time and took action directly.

He decisively launched a coup and forced several old sages to "step down and make way for others."

There was also an old wise man who refused to be actively respectable and died of a "cold", which was passive respectability.

Chromie acted quickly and managed to control the situation before Roland left. This gave him the opportunity to chase after him and lose face to fight for the future of the tribe.

Although it was somewhat shameful to compromise with the elves, Chromie believed that he would play a significant role in the future history of his race.

He is not young anymore, and he must consider his historical status and the future of his people. Those old guys who ignore the future of their people for the sake of face must be swept into the garbage dump of history.

When Chromie thought about having to consider the overall situation and cover up these old guys in historical records, he felt blood rushing to his head.

Fortunately, they all made it in time. Next, he had to persuade the conservatives to consider the overall situation and go north together. He also had to make preparations for the large-scale migration. After all, this was a large-scale migration of 300,000 people. Even with Roland's escort, he had to be fully prepared.

Hope everything goes well.

"I hope everything goes well."

As they approached the place where the descendants of the elves lived, Roland felt a little timid and murmured softly.

He was not making a wish, he was just trying to ease the anxiety in his heart.

Somehow, he felt that the situation was worse than what Chromie said.

Lisa felt Roland's anxiety, held his hand, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, as long as people are here, everything will be fine."

Let’s hope so.

Roland took a deep breath and urged the unicorn to speed up and move forward.

The unicorn rushed towards the elf territory at the fastest speed.

When entering the dense forest, Roland imagined countless ways of meeting, such as a cloud-piercing arrow shooting at him, a cold and old-fashioned elven ranger blocking his way without knowing what was good for him, or a heroic female hunter riding a moon blade beast blocking his way.

But there was nothing.

There were no people, no ancient war trees, no moon blade beasts, and no cloud-piercing arrows.

It's like a completely undefended empty city.

Just as Roland was becoming more and more uneasy, the forest finally moved.

What greeted him was not the elven archers, not the huntresses, nor the elven magicians, but a group of angry ancient trees.

Pull up the tree roots and smash them at the enemy!

The forest was in riot, and countless giant trees transformed into ancient war trees, surrounding the Garden of Eden.

"Invaders, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

A muffled sound came from the forest.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, at least they were still on guard, which meant that the elves were just in decline, but not doomed.

He took the initiative to walk out of the Garden of Eden and quickly identified the leading ancient tree.

It is not difficult to identify the identity of ancient trees. Green-barked ancient trees are ancient war trees, and green-barked ancient trees are ancient guard trees. The closer the bark color is to gold, the higher the status of the ancient tree.

The golden ginkgo tree, which has the highest status among the ancient trees, is the core of the sea of ​​flowers.

Roland fixed his eyes on the golden ancient tree in the center and said solemnly, "Dear forest companions, I am the elf's contemporary sage, and I am here to take you home on the orders of the Queen."

The wise man of the time, the queen, go home?
These words made the ancient trees a little confused. They had no idea when the elves had a queen, and they didn't know the so-called sages of the time.

A young ancient tree asked the leading golden ancient tree with doubt, "Elder Rudel, those elves are already our servants, where did the queen come from?"

Roland's expression changed instantly.

No wonder Chromie said the situation of the elves is hard to describe and very bad.

I don’t know if this guy was unaware or didn’t want to explain in detail, but he actually skipped the most important part.

The ancient golden tree was also very annoyed. The young forest companion was naive and gave himself up in front of the cunning outsider and blew himself up on the spot.

Before he could explain, Roland had already taken action.

The elf Sif once told him in detail the history of the decline of the elves.

Although the elves were on the decline at that time, the speed of decline was not too fast. The disaster of ancient trees stepped hard on the accelerator of the declining chariot of the elves, accelerating the decline of the elves.

Old trees with independent thoughts are very dangerous, as history has long proven.

This is not a resurrection match, this is clearly a nostalgic server, and it is a complete replica, even the Ancient Trees are replicated.

Since these ancient trees have turned against Tiangang and enslaved the elves, Roland is too lazy to waste time talking to them.

"Lisa, do it!"

He shouted loudly and cast out the Holy Light Shield to protect Lisa who was about to start a killing spree.

No one knows how to destroy a forest better than a fire mage.

The moment Roland gave the order, Lisa, who had been prepared for a long time, had already taken action.

"firewall!"

Fire wall is the best choice for dealing with bulky units that are difficult to move and are flammable and explosive.

The fear of fire is a memory engraved deep in the heart of trees, and even ancient trees with intelligence are no exception.

The leader, the Golden Ancient Tree, looked at the flames that suddenly ignited and was forced to retreat again and again by the hot air waves.

Of course it was unwilling to wait for death, so it summoned its companions around it to disperse while calling on the elf servants in the distance to protect it.

Footsteps were heard, and countless elves quickly appeared.

Even though Roland used the Sage's Staff to prove his identity, the elves still attacked regardless.

Looking at their empty eyes, Roland knew that they had been controlled and could not move on their own.

He didn't want to hurt any of his tribesmen, after all, they were under control.

But he also didn't want himself and Lisa to get hurt.

Looking at the burning forest and the thick smoke and flames rising into the sky, Roland knew that Lisa was doing her best to burn the trees.

He did not urge Lisa or swing his sword at his tribesmen, but raised his shield again.

Although he obtained the [Forward] class at Rank 5 and gained powerful attack power, the essence of a Paladin is still a hexagonal class where defense is more important than offense.

He stood still as a mountain, standing between the elves and the fire.

Arrows rained down like raindrops, and he held up the holy light shield. The clanging sound was like raindrops hitting the window, but they could not penetrate.

The sword was like light, and he stuck his shield into the ground. A shield wall appeared out of thin air, forcibly blocking the charging elven warriors on the other side of the wall.

The huntress appeared riding a moonsaber beast.

The elven ace troops that Roland had been thinking about were dispatched.

The moon blade flew over, whistling and slamming into Roland's shield.

As expected of an ace unit, they were much more ruthless than the archers. Although most of the shock caused by the moon blade was absorbed by the shield, a small part was still transmitted to Roland.

Looking at the cold gaze of the huntress leader, Roland's lips slightly raised, and he even smiled.

The leader of the female hunters was slightly startled, and a thought flashed through her chaotic consciousness.

"What are you laughing at, stupid human?"

If Roland could hear her doubts, he would definitely laugh and answer that he was happy that his people were still strong.

But his smile only lasted half a second before disappearing.

The damn ancient tree, four eras have passed, and it is still poisoning the tribe.

Burn them all, burn! (End of this chapter)