in the name of the queen.

Lisa carried out Roland's decision perfectly.

Her wall of fire completely surrounded the ancient tree, and then a blazing hell descended.

After dividing the movement and turning the slowly moving target into a semi-fixed target that can only circle in a small range, Lisa can finally show her hard power freely.

As a fire mage of the fifth extraordinary class [Scorching Flame], she is at the pinnacle of fire magic power and the ceiling of fire control precision at the same level.

To burn down a forest, the temperature required is not high, but the flame must be large in range and ignite quickly.

Lisa flew into the air, spread her flaming wings, curled up her body, and was wrapped in flames. From a distance, she looked like a giant firebird spewing flames in the air.

This is how she burns the forest.

Flames. More flames. Faster flames.

With a clear and long cry, the Firebird Lisa flew over the forest, leaving behind only the burning forest.

"This forest will burn in my wrath, and you will burn in your own fat!"

Lisa taunted as she flew.

Although these ancient trees were on the verge of destruction and there was little point in mocking them, she felt good, and that was enough.

Passion belongs to the fire manipulators, to the fire darlings flying in the sky.

As the shrill screams and the crackling sounds of burning trees filled the entire space, the fiery hell engulfed these ancient trees that had been so proud just a moment ago.

Ancient trees have very strong vitality. As long as the pith is still there, they can be reborn even if they are cut into pieces.

The marrow is not afraid of swords, squeezing, or freezing, but it is afraid of high temperatures.

The ancient tree is just a pile of talking firewood in front of the fire magician.

What chef is afraid of firewood?
Lisa is the best cook, the best fire magician, and is only happy to see firewood.

As the pith of the ancient tree burned, the elves controlled by the ancient tree gradually regained their sanity.

A female hunter who was throwing a moon blade at Roland suddenly stopped. She stared blankly at the smiling great sage, fear and anxiety swallowing up her calmness.

She quickly knelt on one knee and trembled as she apologized to Roland, "Great Sage, I..."

"I know you've been deceived. Gather over there. I will save the rest of the tribe!"

The elves have a unique way of identifying people, and can judge their status by their breath. A great sage must be certified by the leader of the tribe, blessed by the sage's staff, and identified by the sage's stone.

If you possess all three, you will radiate the aura of a sage from the inside out.

So does the Queen.

It was indeed difficult to recognize Sif and Roland before they awakened their memories, but now I will never make a mistake.

The identities of the high-ranking elves cannot be forged at all. If it is, it is, and if it is not, it is not. There is no way to fake it.

The huntress who had awakened from the control of the ancient tree retreated at Roland's command, but she did not stop immediately. Instead, she applied a special potion on the moon blade and threw it into the forest.

The hunter could not suppress the anger and fear in her heart when she thought about how the ancient tree had controlled her mind and made her wield a weapon against the last great sage of the tribe.

She had to do something to calm herself down.

The damned old tree was the perfect stake for her to prove her loyalty.

Since these ancient trees were not innocent at all, the huntress would naturally show no mercy. Her anger was understandable when she thought that the noble elves were actually controlled by the damned trees.

She screamed and jumped off the Moon Blade Beast, swinging the Blade of Vengeance at the ancient tree at the closest distance where it would not be affected by the flames.

As ancient trees continued to fall, more and more elves woke up from their nightmares.

They raised their sharp blades and launched crazy revenge attacks on the ancient tree, venting their anger, seeking revenge, and proving their loyalty to the great sage.

The ancient trees fell down one after another. Their power of resistance was so weak that they could not change the situation at all.

After all, they are just ancient trees, not world trees that transcend the category of ancient trees.

Ordinary flames, which are very deadly to ancient trees, cannot harm the World Tree at all.

However, the last world tree was destroyed in the civil war among the elves and could no longer provide them with a roof over their heads.

As more and more elves awakened, the battle situation finally turned around.

Although Lisa, whose magic power was exhausted, could no longer maintain her firebird form and was forced to return to the ground, and even unable to cast fire magic for a short period of time, the awakening of the elves took over her output vacancy.

The elves don't like fire, but they also have their own way of punishing trees.

Nature magic includes healing magic that brings vitality, and withering magic that brings silence to all things.

The withering magic deprived the ancient trees of their last mobility and defense, extracted their thoughts and consciousness, and made the ancient trees' final struggle a joke.

As the core of the ancient golden tree was burned to ashes, the last elves woke up from their nightmare.

The elves controlled by the ancient golden tree are the Speaker, the General and the High Priest.

The political system of the elves has hardly changed in billions of years.

The highest power is held by the Elf King/Emperor, and the main ministers who are directly responsible to the Emperor are the high priest in charge of divine power and internal affairs, the Speaker in charge of legislative and judicial power, and the general in charge of military affairs.

One of the three will be chosen to serve as the Chief Minister based on the different situations. The other two have the same status as the Chief Minister, but must fully support the Chief Minister's work.

If it is a small tribe without an emperor or an elven king, the high priest is generally responsible for managing the overall situation.

However, as the elves' belief in the Moon Goddess had not seen any miracles for a long time, the Moon Well gradually dried up, and the status of the high priest declined. Now, the chief minister is basically the speaker, and during wartime, the general.

The last group of elves in the southern continent has long been at war with the various Yehu around them, so the one in power is the general.

Because the tribe's population is only 300,000, many positions are held concurrently, and the general is also the leader of the female hunters.

As the individual with the highest status and the strongest combat capability, the general was naturally controlled by the ancient golden tree with the most stringent means.

In the battle just now, she kept attacking, causing the greatest damage to Roland.

Looking at the blood oozing from the corner of Roland's lips, the general was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised the moon blade and slashed at his own neck.

Her movements were so fast that if Roland hadn't been paying attention to her mental state, he wouldn't have been able to stop her from doing something stupid.

Roland casually threw out his sword and accurately deflected the general's moon blade, preventing her from committing suicide, but did not completely stop her from hurting herself.

The bloodstains on the neck were clearly visible, looking particularly glaring against the fair skin.

Roland rushed up without hesitation and slapped her hard on the pretty face.

"Idiot! If I wanted you to die, I would have done it a long time ago!"

"I won't allow anyone to hurt my people, not even you!"

Roland scolded harshly.

His voice was exceptionally stern, and there was a hint of regret in his words.

The general was stunned for a moment, picked up the moon blade, and swung it towards his face again.

This time Roland did not stop him. His intuition told him that a smart person would not do a stupid thing twice in a row.

He was just a little curious, what was this guy going to do?
The moon blade was as fast as lightning, passing in front of the nose, and the black hair scattered like snowflakes.

As expected, he was going to use the shaving of the head to replace the head. Roland breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave the general a thumbs up.

I didn't expect him to do this. Just as Roland was thinking about what words would both warn the general and make her surrender at ease, the moon blade rose again, and the splattering blood splashed on Roland's face, splattering into a blood-red plum blossom.

The upper part of the pointed ear was precisely cut off by the moon blade, and even made into a beautiful arc, which was similar to the outline of Roland's ear.

The ears of the elves are sensitive parts, with dense nerves and very sharp perception. The pain from this cut is several times more obvious than cutting other places.

The general frowned slightly, but still tried not to make any sound, except for an uncontrollable hum in his nose.

"The sinner Avel asks the great sage for forgiveness."

Roland looked at Avel's bleeding ear and couldn't help but sigh, "You don't have to be like this. Protecting the people is the duty of a great sage. You and your people are controlled by the tree and have no choice. Don't blame yourself too much."

As he spoke, a milky white holy light emerged from his palm and floated towards Avel.

He is a paladin and has a strong control over holy light.

He just doesn't believe in the Goddess of Light, not that he doesn't believe in light, so he can still use the holy light skillfully.

He did not recognize the so-called Goddess of Light Tia. The fact that such a person could ascend to the throne of Goddess of Light showed how low her worth was.

After cutting off the Goddess of Light from the power of light, Roland became more and more proficient in controlling the holy light.

He knew that this was the power of the Holy Cut, but Christine didn't think so. She happily believed that this was a reward for Roland's increasingly devout faith.

Roland remained silent about this.

If Christine knew that he gained strength by cutting the Goddess of Light, she would probably be furious.

The power of faith is always so stubborn.

Roland wanted to treat Avel, but she subconsciously stepped back and even tried to avoid him.

She is a pure elf, how can she accept any healing method other than moon well and nature spells?
But she felt guilty for offending Roland, and was grateful for his forgiveness. Although she felt uncomfortable, she had to accept it with gritted teeth and pinched her nose.

Looking at her conflicted expression, Roland certainly knew what she was thinking.

After the treatment was completed, he raised his right hand and solemnly announced: "My fellow countrymen, our number is very small now, and we will never allow anyone to commit suicide. Avel, you are the last one."

"Yes, sir!" Even the proudest elves would not dare to act rashly in front of the great sage. Everyone responded in unison, including Avel who was criticized by name.

The elves looked at Roland secretly, silently trying to guess what he was thinking.

Roland certainly wouldn't give them the chance to think wildly, and he quickly cut the Gordian knot and gave them orders while they were emotionally unstable.

"Everyone listen up, I'll give you half a month to pack your things and follow me north to go home!"

The word "go home" has an indescribable powerful appeal to the wandering prodigal.

The emotional excitement brought about by this word even surpassed the shock brought about by the appearance of the great sage.

They will have families in the future.

After the elves cheered without caring about their image, Roland raised his right hand again and added seriously: "This time I am not only here to take you home, but also to bring the descendants of the earth spirits back to the north."

The elves were silent.

Earth spirits are the enemies of the elves; this is a memory ingrained in their bones.

Even though the elves and earth spirits are not as well off as before, this memory that has been rooted in their bones for billions of years still cannot be erased.

The elves looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

If Roland had not saved the ancient tree disaster before, they would definitely jump up and oppose it immediately, but this time the entire elves were saved by Roland.

If there had not been the Great Sage, the elves would have ended their lives in the final era as the ignominious servants of ancient trees.

Although the elves are stubborn and proud, they are also grateful and will never go against the benefactors who saved them or the wise men of the time who saved their tribe.

Conflict between tradition and reality, yes or no?

The elves' inner answer was no, but they knew Roland needed a yes, so they chose or.

Silence is sometimes a silent protest.

An unspeakable embarrassment spread among the crowd.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, General Avel had to stand up and remind Roland on behalf of the tribe.

"Your Excellency the Great Sage, are you talking about the Earth Spirits who fought against our race for hundreds of millions of years in the Third Era and owed us countless blood debts?"

"Yes." Roland said calmly.

Avel became even more silent.

She was giving Roland a chance to explain and even to deceive, but Roland refused without hesitation.

Roland knew what she was thinking, but once a lie started, it would continue to spread.

In order to cover up lie A, lie B and lie C must be created, and then more lies are needed to cover up lie BC. The cycle continues, and one day the lies can no longer be covered up.

Since lies will be exposed one day, why tell them?

Roland understood the elves. As long as their pride was satisfied, anything could be discussed.

He smiled and introduced the current miserable situation of the earth spirits to the elves.

"It's a pity that they have fallen to this point. As former mortal enemies, I don't want us to fight against incompetent people for the entire era."

Roland was trying to change the concept. Some perceptive elves had already noticed this, but others were persuaded by Roland.

The historical status of elves is most likely tied to that of earth spirits.

If the earth spirits are a bunch of cowards, then what are the elves who are evenly matched with them?
Even the diehards who believed that Roland was changing the concept could not refute this.

Although they knew that Roland used "the current earth spirit is a coward" to replace "the former earth spirit was the world overlord" to create a fixed impression, they had no way to refute it.

The public is not willing to trace history and give the earth spirits a fair evaluation.

They will only belittle the earth spirits infinitely and attack the elves by the way.

Seeing that everyone had fallen silent, Roland quickly took advantage of the situation and continued to explain the benefits of taking in earth spirits.

First of all, the Earth Spirits are mortal enemies of the Goddess and her lackeys, the Divine Punishment Legion, and this cannot be resolved.

Secondly, taking in the Earth Spirits is to confirm the outcome of the Dual Spirit Struggle of the Third Era.

The elves won.

Most of the elves accepted Roland's statement.

They may not agree, but they can only accept it.

Only Avel felt a little disappointed. She sighed and said, "We were also rescued by you. It doesn't count as a win."

"Who said that? You were rescued by the wise men of our tribe. Am I not an elf?"

The spirits of the elves perked up.

That’s right, Roland is their sage, not the sage of the earth spirits.

They really won, and they won big. (End of this chapter)