Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 99 High Elf Meeting (Two in One!)
White Tower.

This pure white tower stands on the inner ring of the Elves' Evermeet Island, and is always dotted with a bright, gentle, and artistic glow.

Countless elves believe that this tower is the place with the most magical records in the world, even more profound than the Violet Mage Council.

Because as the place where the first chaos disaster descended, this is the front line against the devil. Countless mages used their knowledge and abilities to build this unprecedented magic fortress and integrated their souls into this white tower.

This tall tower standing on the Eternal Gathering Island of the Elves can not only serve as a source of power, lifting the entire Eternal Gathering Island from the ocean, floating several meters in the air to isolate most monsters from attacking the elves' hometown, but can even read the flow of the world's magical wind from it.

This may sound insignificant, but it is actually crucial.

Countless demons and other forces that want to conduct large-scale world-destroying rituals, or vicious curses that want to destroy certain civilizations, can all be transformed by the hazy magical winds through the rituals on the White Tower.

Every time such a drastic change occurs, the Phoenix King and the Lord of the White Tower need to be convened for discussion. Only the greatest individuals in the elven society can express their ideas in such closed-door meetings, and even communicate with the gods.

This time was no exception. Two months ago, a brief message came from the White Tower, and many elves were teleported to the conference hall.

There is only a very simple sentence above.

'A huge crack in the magical wind was discovered at the border of the Arctic Chaos Wasteland. While blocking the magical wind of the Chaos Wasteland, the chaotic energy was stabilized in the area. The reason is unknown.'

Today, this notice was finally decided to become the signal to open the Grand Council of Elven Ones.

In the completely closed secret room known only to the elves, apart from the Phoenix King who walked out of the flames and the Lord of the White Tower who had been waiting in his seat in a white robe, the other seats at the round table only had projections, and most of them did not even have a projection.

"...The time has passed, and those who won't come can't join now. Let's get started."

Sitting at the edge of the Lord of the White Tower at the Round Table, the current generation of Phoenix King, Olivier the Silent, frowned at the predicament of having only one elf around, and the expression on his face became increasingly uglier.

Although in the eyes of the outside world, the Phoenix King of the Elves, the ruler of the Old World, the New World, or many large regions, the Silent Oliver is a well-deserved true king. However, every family has its own problems.

Looking at the absent-minded projection, Oliver knew that the division of the elves was a fact.

Thousands of years ago, the sea elves made a request to the Phoenix King at the time, the bringer of doom, Korenge, because of the problem of no rotation in guarding the ocean all year round. Korenge and the White Tower Mage Corps cursed them, making it impossible for them to land on Evermeet Isle forever, and they could only guard around Ulthuan for generations.

Since then, the elves have lost contact and news with the sea elves.

When they met again, the sea elf had turned into a beast with a traumatized soul and no longer had the demeanor of an elf.

One thousand four hundred years ago, the calamity bringer Korenge was killed on the throne by the next generation Phoenix King, Rainis the Heartless.

The idea of ​​this terrible Phoenix King to kill the messenger of disaster, Kolenge, was not out of justice, but for fun. Because of this, he broke through the malicious protective barrier of the strongest spellcaster, Kolenge, and killed him on the throne.

His lack of respect for the gods and his lack of ethics and morals made the former Wood Elf King, Muster, furious. In a blasphemous ceremony, the Heartless Rainis summoned the Phoenix King's Guard to start slaughtering the Wood Elves on Evermeet and other areas.

In the end, the tragic Bloodwood War ended with the suicide of Rainis the Heartless due to boredom. As a price, the Wood Elves vowed to leave the Elven society and even approached humans.

After that, the Sleepy Misk neglected the leader of the grassland elves by sleeping, and the grassland elves left the Evermeet Island system.

The Oathbreaker Xat secretly framed the Dark Elves who had joined Evermeet at that time, causing the Great Schism to begin again.

Now, on the entire Evergather Island, only the current Phoenix King and the Lord of the White Tower use the ancient elves' legacy to monitor and observe this world. Of the elf leaders who once filled the seats, only two have projections left.

The mist elves in the outer ring who are responsible for guarding the Evergather Island, and the sea gate elves who are responsible for foreign trade at the sea gate of Evergather Island. Only these two lords are willing to obey the call of the Phoenix King. In other words, apart from Evergather Island, the power of the Phoenix King and this ancient heritage can no longer be used by any other elves.

Looking at the two impatient projections on the huge round table, the Silent One sighed inwardly and unfolded the projection of the Wind of Magic in a businesslike manner.

Under the surveillance of the White Tower, the violent magical winds from the chaotic wastelands and volcanoes in the Antarctic and Arctic blew towards the ocean, transforming into countless violent lines that slammed into various parts of the world.

The nodes occupied by the elves seemed quite well organized, and in the places where other intelligent creatures lived, there were also networks made up of lines of different races and abilities. However, only in the direction of the North Pole, a huge crack appeared in the area that had been violently bombarded.

The huge crack seemed to be a hundred kilometers wide, sucking in all the violent magical winds and then evenly covering the land.

This kind of magic manipulation, rather than magic manipulation, looks more like something violently piercing a hole in the subspace, and then something is blocking the hole, forcibly creating a counter-wave, calming the originally chaotic and violent energy of the chaotic space within a hundred kilometers.

This strange state can be said to be rare in the tens of thousands of years of historical records of the elves. In the data, only a few artifacts can achieve such an effect.

According to the ancient rules of the elves, faced with such a strange scene, the Phoenix King must dispatch the nearest elven army to investigate and collect information.

But now, the Phoenix King looked at the projection in front of him and asked calmly:
"May I ask what the current sea conditions are like around Ulthuan, Evermeet? Can we lead the Phoenix Guard to that area for recovery and contact?"

'I'm afraid not, Your Majesty.'

The ordinary elf supervisor dressed in gold and silver shrugged in the projection.

"I don't know what's wrong with the sea elves lately. They're having a great time fighting with the vampire pirates in the ocean. Anyone who goes there will be hit by a few shells. The location you marked is just behind the battlefield, and our fleet can't get through."

"The Fog Fleet is fine."

The elf shrouded in a mask nodded and said in a seemingly fair manner:
"But you know, according to a special law from seven hundred years ago, the Mist Fleet and the Mist Elves are never allowed to step out of the outer ring of Evermeet Island unless it is a matter of life and death for the elves. We cannot disobey orders. Can you provide evidence that the elves are facing a catastrophe?"

"...Then, after the vampire pirates and sea elves have calmed down, we should send a fleet there."

"I will obey your will, Lord Phoenix King."

The elf wearing gold and silver smiled, and the projection was turned off in the blink of an eye. The elf wearing a mask also disappeared in the room.

Olivien the Silent looked at the empty round table, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Vampire pirates and sea elves are fighting? No one would believe that. Either they are not fighting or they have already finished fighting.

As for why they released false information...it's nothing more than that those who cut down trees in the past will suffer in the future.

"Your Majesty, in fact, Bretonnia has already launched a failed chivalrous expedition to the Broken Land. The members were tainted by Chaos, but were completely eliminated by the controller of the Broken Land."

The Lord of the White Tower looked at the disappearing projection and said casually:
"If you need, perhaps we can contact our human servants and have them perform some special actions... such as contacting that strange wizard. We may be able to teach him not to use such barbaric methods. Then we can use the method of exchange to understand the magic in his hands."

"Humans? Let those human servants do things? Are you kidding me?"

"I am terribly frightened, Your Majesty."

The Lord of the White Tower said indifferently:
"But this rift exists objectively, and we can't just sit back and watch. What about the matter of the Wind of Magic...?"

"Just leave it there, there's nothing to worry about. You don't need to tell me about some minor fluctuations. I've seen this kind of thing before, it was nothing more than an accident. It has nothing to do with the elves. I'm going to see what these two guys want."

After casually giving a warning to the Lord of the White Tower, the Phoenix King rubbed his brows, looked at everything in the secret room with embarrassment, and sighed with some dissatisfaction.

Although there have been drastic changes, the elves have long been unable to control it all.

It was just some natural environmental changes, or problems caused by artifacts. The violent magic fluctuations did not show any signs of human manipulation.

The end result was that the surrounding Norsemen might be able to establish a country in the true sense of the word.

Or did the chivalrous expedition finally gain an Arctic base?

But so what? Let him be.

He doesn't care about the length of time, the changes in things, or anything else.

After all, corrupt and decadent creatures like elves should give way quietly to latecomers in silence.

As the only elven king who sets a death date for old elves, the Silent King Oliver is also a madman in the eyes of the elves.

He led the Phoenix Guard to kill all the elves who dared to disobey his orders. He killed all the old ones who occupied wealth and status and refused to give up their positions. Because he could do it. As the most powerful assassin and killer among the entire elf population, he could handle it all by himself.

Yes, he knew that he was notorious among the elves.

But he doesn't care.

The same may have been true of his predecessors.

In fact, the main reason why they were able to become the Phoenix King was that under their hands, the elves of Evermeet did live a better life.

After killing those old and weak elves, the inheritance will naturally belong to everyone in Evermeet. Olivien the Silent is very good at silencing those chattering royal court lobbyists.

With interests, power, and even the ability to control military force, the so-called high elves showed no difference from primitive monkeys in front of these things. No matter education, magic, or other messy things, they were no different in the face of the most primitive violence and terror.

He even knew that these people were not good people. The news they told him was probably correct, but it was all news from a long time ago. Because the political struggle of the elves was like this.

If you can't describe the attribute clearly, don't blame others for using more subtle words to fool you.

Olivien the Silent once thought about whether to completely reform the entire elf race, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up the idea and began to move towards becoming a regular Elf King.

"Send the fleets of the White Tower and the Royal Court to teach those demons who attacked the territory a lesson. Then warn that young fellow, and teach them what real magic is and what it means to truly fight against chaos. We are the real pioneers in the fight against chaos, and we are the race that has mastered the real technology."

"Are we going to unconditionally hand over the technology to fight against chaos to those backward races?"

The Lord of the White Tower raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

"The primitive psychic technology that those monkeys have can also play a certain role and perhaps produce some results. There is no need for us to fill their technology inventory with various teams. Perhaps exchanging knowledge is not a bad idea."

"Don't keep thinking about cheating other races, old man. You and I both know that the elves are the best."

He's certainly not the best.

It's more like the most disgusting one.

The entire species, from gods to leaders, is full of despicable guys like him.

So Oliven always wanted to send this despicable group to the grave, just like he sent the elders and those who were too old in his own group to the Silent Forest.

'Enjoy the legacy the elves have given you, you lucky fellows. It's all I can do.'

Oliver the Silent thought as he walked out of the hall.

Perhaps no one could imagine that the Elf Phoenix King of Evermeet, Olivien the Silent, is actually a xenophile.

This extreme xenophile walked out of the secret room, traveled through time and space, and arrived at the top of his own royal tower. In the charming and sweet air of Ulthuan, the master assassin sighed, sat in a chair and poured a glass of wine.

Just when he was about to drink it, he suddenly saw a hint of gold out of the corner of his eye.

Then he was surprised to find that a second sun was rising on the horizon.

...Now we have to do something.

Oliver thought so.

(End of this chapter)