The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Eland's words, "There's only one way," echoed back and forth in the empty room.

Although he said it in a very soft tone, it sent chills down the spines of Dorn and Celine.

After a moment, Dorn swallowed hard and cautiously leaned forward to ask, "General, the method you mentioned, does it involve using that powerful artifact?"

The artifact he was referring to, a revered and powerful artifact, was a legendary existence in the entire history of the Elven race.

Its name is "The Branch of Deathly Hatred of the Goddess of Nature!"

Legend has it that this thing was created by the first Elf Queen while she was following the gods.

A willow branch secretly plucked from the back garden of the goddess of nature.

Through the life magic of successive elven high priests, this originally inconspicuous willow branch has been nurtured day and night, transforming into a powerful weapon of rule-level might with earth-shattering power.

Once inserted into the earth's veins, it can instantly drain all free magic and life force within a radius of five hundred miles.

Then, it will give rise to a vast sea of ​​willow branches.

Those willow branches are not only as hard as iron and impervious to swords and spears, but the thorns that grow from their mutations are also covered with extremely strong neurotoxins and magic depletion effects.

Even high-level professionals, once caught in it, will have all their blood drained in just a few minutes.

He turned into a shriveled mummy.

Back in the day, when the Elven race resisted the invasion of the Abyss monsters, this artifact made great contributions.

They literally shredded hundreds of thousands of demons into mincemeat.

However, this thing has an extremely disgusting side effect: once used, it can't distinguish between friend and foe.

The areas where the earth's veins have been drained will become barren wastelands within the next five hundred years.

Five hundred years!

This is a different story for the elves, who pride themselves on living off nature and wish they could be sworn brothers with every tree.

Naturally, they would reject and despise it!

But when Dorn mentioned this artifact, he actually harbored a faint hope in his heart.

He felt that since Luoyun City was already one of the few barriers in the Elf Forest, the elders who were high and mighty above it should at least bring out this clan treasure to show off their status, right?

With this thing in hand, no matter how much the Shermans' heavy infantry resembled bulldozers, they could defeat them.

They absolutely cannot cross that deadly sea of ​​willow branches.

At worst, we can all plant more trees that will last for hundreds of years after the war. That's better than being wiped out by the Sheikhs.

However, reality always seems to slap people hard in the face when they are full of hope.

Eland shook his head at this: "That thing was taken back to the Emerald Palace by the Grand Elder a long time ago, how could it be our turn to use it? My method is simple, that is, fight to the death."

Celine was taken aback: "A fight to the death? With just these remnants of our forces?"

"That's right, it's a fight to the death!"

Eland's eyes narrowed, like a gambler who had lost everything and was about to throw the game: "We will gather all our forces and rely on the walls of Falling Cloud City to mount a resolute resistance!"

"If we can't hold them off, we'll fight the Shenxia people in the outer city! If the outer city falls, we'll retreat to the inner city and continue the resistance."

"If even the inner city can't be defended..."

At this point, Eland paused for a moment: "Then detonate the magic nodes beneath the city's foundation and blast the entire Falling Cloud City into the sky!"

Upon hearing this, Dorn and Celine's pupils contracted sharply once again.

Clearly, they were shocked by Eland's crazy idea.

Dorn, in particular, turned an even more grimace than if he'd eaten a bitter melon. Almost instinctively, he took a large step forward and slammed his hands on the table: "General, have you gone mad?"

As he spoke, he stared intently at Eland, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Blow up Fallen Cloud City?

This is absolutely ridiculous!

It's important to understand that this city was not simply a defensive fortification made of stones and wood for the elves.

It carries nearly five thousand years of history of the Elf race!

The enormous moon goddess statue in the east of the city was carved by the third-generation elven high priest himself. It is said that the high priest's blessing still remains on it, and every year countless young elven couples go there to pray for marriage.

The Emerald Library in the south of the city houses tens of thousands of precious magical notebooks and ancient documents.

Those are all the hard work and dedication of our ancestors, recorded stroke by stroke.

It is the culmination of the wisdom of the Elven race.

Not to mention the ancient secondary spring of the Fountain of Life in the city center, which is the lifeline upon which all the elves of Falling Cloud City depend for survival.

Even more remarkably, in the backyard of the city lord's mansion, there is a hot spring where the fifth-generation female elf high priestess bathed during her incognito visit—a sacred place in the hearts of countless young elves!

Now, Eland casually says he's going to detonate the magic node and blow everything to the sky?

What's the difference between this and digging up one's own ancestral grave?

"General! Do you know how much destruction would occur if those magic nodes below were detonated simultaneously?"

Dorn gritted his teeth, veins throbbing on his forehead: "It's not just about blowing down the city walls; the entire high ground where Falling Cloud City is located will be completely razed to the ground!"

"All history, all heritage, all architecture—all will vanish in an instant!"

"Even if we die, what face will we have to meet the high priests of past generations in the underworld?"

Dorn became more and more excited as he spoke, and his spittle almost sprayed onto Eland's face.

He absolutely would not accept such a mutually destructive approach.

This is no longer a tactic; this is outrageous and despicable!

But he didn't mention the most important point.

That is, this is his hometown, the land that gave him birth and nurtured him, and the place where he grew up.

Who can remain indifferent to the destruction of their hometown?

"Not bomb it? Are we leaving it as a tourist attraction for the Sheikhs?"

Eland snorted coldly, staring at Dorn: "We'll show them what scorched earth truly means! Even if we die, we won't leave Shensha a single grain of food, a single magic stone!"

"I will cut off their supply lines here and make it impossible for them to move an inch on these ruins!"

Dorn felt a chill run down his spine as Eland stared at him with eyes that seemed to be filled with madness. The words he was about to say in his argument got stuck in his throat.

He clenched his fists, a deep sense of powerlessness and humiliation instantly welling up inside him.

On what grounds?

Dorn roared madly in his heart.

They are the noble and elegant elves!

It is the master of this forest, a darling of nature!

For countless years, they have stood high above, looking down with compassionate eyes upon those short-lived and rude humans.

In their eyes, humans are nothing more than inferior creatures who only know how to reproduce and destroy, and do not even understand the true meaning of magic.

But now?

Wasn't it because they helped those pirates from the Star Sea that they were forced to start a dimensional war?

They weren't there voluntarily, were they?

Why do those damned Xia people want to exterminate them?