After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Soon, Zena believed their story about coming from overseas, because she actually saw shame on the faces of these elves.

The innocent young men, who aroused Zena's lust, blushed and begged her to stop her indecent behavior.

Zena wanted to tell them not to pity their aunt, who was like a delicate flower. Now that there were no other elves in the kingdom, they could do whatever they wanted to their aunt!

Come on, Auntie's old code name was: Even if you come out, I won't let you out, I guarantee to give you a perfect first experience.

Then Serfland drew his sword, and Zena, having calmed down, silently put her underwear and coat back on.

……

After repeatedly warning Zena not to engage in any perverted behavior, Serfland sheathed his sword.

If it weren't for the crisis of the Elven Kingdom's annihilation, they would not have wanted to have any interaction with these degenerate kin.

To Serfland's surprise, he stumbled upon an elf who knew the whole story.

Heaven knows if those surviving elves were so excited that they damaged their brains, and didn't even know who their opponents were.

Aside from the undead, there are giant insects, and then... that's all the information...

The group found a spacious house that had previously been used as a tavern. Serfland ordered the soldiers to light a fire and rest, while he handed some dry rations to Zena, trying to extract more information from her.

"The undead and the calamity are disasters that have struck the human kingdoms. The curse of humanity has come true in this era, and the undead legions were born in the southern territory of the human kingdoms."

Zena took small bites of dry rations, her gaze lingering on the fire with a hint of sadness.

"Later, the 150,000-strong undead army suddenly marched north and engaged in a great battle with the northern army in Green Gorge City of the northern territory... Then, as Duke Oswald disappeared on the battlefield, the undead army also retreated and turned around to invade our elven kingdom."

Serfland nodded, finally understanding where this enemy had come from.

"But why would a human curse destroy the elf kingdom?"

"I don't know. You can ask Duke Oswald for more information, but there's one thing I need to remind you, General Serfland. The goddess has performed miracles several times during humanity's struggle against the undead's calamity and curse."

Goddess, again a goddess.

Serfland clenched his fist. The blessing bestowed by the goddess had brought endless torment to the elves, to the point that in order to continue as a normal race, they had to resort to some extreme measures.

In ancient times, a group of ambitious elves, seeking to resolve the blessing and curse, chose to leave the elven kingdom and cross the sea in search of a cure.

But they failed. The goddess's power was deeply ingrained in their blood, and even if they found the legendary Fountain of Age, they would only become even more terrifying long-lived monsters.

Ultimately, the elven leaders, determined to settle on the giant island, issued a cruel decree.

Five hundred years from now, the elves who have separated from the mainland must sacrifice themselves to the dormant volcano on the island, and from then on, no elf will ever have a five hundred and one-year birthday again...

By drawing this brutal line between life and death, the elves overseas gradually broke free from their depravity. They began to cherish time, and their moral values ​​were slowly reshaped.

They've returned to normal, temporarily.

In the millennia that followed, traitors and fugitives emerged in droves, and the civil war among the overseas elves never ceased.

They are cursed, they cannot escape the curse!

Deeply rooted in the instinct of living beings, the desire for life was constantly impacting Serfland's rationality, even months ago.

Is this really the right thing to do? Should an excellent elf like me continue to fulfill my duty as a guardian?

Then their navy intercepted a lost elven ship, and news of the destruction of the elven kingdom reached the ears of every elf overseas.

As the most outstanding general, Serfland became the commander of the vanguard and set foot on this land filled with curses and misfortunes.

Having witnessed countless evils, he was now more convinced that his ancestors' choices were correct, and that the Creator's malice towards them, the elves, was higher than the towering strange trees and deeper than the ocean trenches...

After reminiscing, Serfland opened the map.

According to intelligence, the undead army is currently located in the northeast of the Elven Kingdom, where six million mountain elves live. This is the most densely populated area of ​​elves in the Elven Kingdom, except for the capital region.

Serfland frowned. "We need allies and coalitions. On the front lines against the Calamity and the Undead, we need other races to stand with us, especially the human kingdoms that border us."

Even including the navy, the overseas elves' army numbered no more than 30,000.

According to the intelligence provided by the surviving elves, even without considering the terrifying undead giant worm, the number of undead is roughly close to 80,000.

Thank goodness, this was the result of the Northern Army's hard work.

"Um, did I forget to tell you earlier? The human kingdom is currently in the midst of a civil war. Duke Oswald will not send troops to the elven kingdom until the king is dealt with."

Zena finished the last piece of dry food, patted her stomach, and let out a satisfied burp.

"Why is it a duke, and not a king, who has come to our aid?"

Although the other party claimed to be an envoy of the Duke of the North, judging from the texts Serfland had read, other races found it very distasteful that a female elf appeared beside their leader.

Because it means corruption and viral infection.

Therefore, Serfland speculated that Zena may have only had some transactions with the Duke of the Northern Territory, since weapons made of elven wood were very popular with warmongers like demons and humans.

Licking her fingers, Zena continued to add more information.

"Because Oswald is a human lord that even the goddess cannot defeat, the goddess has repeatedly displayed her power in order to stop his advance."

"Furthermore, in my opinion, the goddess stealing the Duke's eyes was an act of cowardice, proving that she was afraid the Duke would see into the more distant future."

Even the goddess couldn't handle him? And the goddess even stole his eyes?

Serfland instinctively assumed that Zena was lying. The creator and the created are not beings on the same dimension at all. If the goddess wanted to destroy a life, she wouldn't even need to lift a finger!

But judging from Zena's natural, cat-like demeanor, she showed no sign of lying, and there was absolutely no point in deceiving him with such information.

Because the larger the hide, the easier it is to puncture.

Without delving deeper into the topic, Severan silently elevated the importance of the Duke of Oswald by several levels in his mind.

He continued looking at the map, pointed to a location and said to Zena, "Perhaps we can request reinforcements from the Eastern Territory. Historically, they have had a deep cooperation with our Elf Kingdom and are also a major region for the Elf Kingdom to export its specialty products."

Zena nodded. The Eastern Territory was indeed the best target for assistance. Firstly, it bordered the Elven Kingdom and there had been many exchanges between the two sides. Secondly, the Eastern Territory had not intervened in this human civil war.

"The Duke of the Eastern Territory is named Dale. He is a young nobleman who has offended both sides by taking in the Queen and thus cuckolding the King."

Upon hearing this, Serfland's lips twitched. Sure enough, the creatures of this continent could not escape the curse.

"But most humans are driven by self-interest; if we cannot offer them sufficient benefits, they will never send troops."

"Please rest assured about that."

With a wave of his hand, Serfland had the soldiers bring a treasure chest. He took out the key and solemnly opened the chest. A dazzling light flashed, and a pure black crystal that shone like a galaxy appeared before Zena.

Zena exclaimed in surprise. She was probably not seeing things; there really was a galaxy flowing inside the crystal.

Serfland said confidently, "This is a lost treasure of humanity, the Black Star Crystal, which we obtained through a trade with the dragons. With this crystal, we can persuade any human lord."