Elven cultivators

Chapter 442 Supreme Command

The massive gray stone castle sits between the central and western defensive lines on a mountain ridge, its gray-white stone walls winding up the mountainside like a bone spur embedded in the ridge.

This place was originally a forward command post jointly established by the Free Alliance and the Jade Court, where the high-ranking officers of the two armies discussed the war.

Now there are two more factions.

The flow of people was several times greater than before. Messengers, officers, and messengers of different races moved in and out of the castle, their steps hurried and their expressions varied.

Grant walked up the stone steps.

The wind rushed in through the gap between the two mountain ridges. He reached out and pressed down his collar, which was billowing in the wind. Just as he was about to step over the last threshold, a familiar shout came from behind him.

"Grant!"

Grant turned his head and saw several figures walking side by side below the stone steps.

Igna was walking at the very front.

The dwarf wasn't wearing his usual armor today; instead, he wore a dark brown, thick cloth robe, his beard neatly braided, and he waved at him with a broad smile.

Alicia lagged half a step behind and nodded slightly to Grant.

Rexxar followed at the very back.

Grant smiled when he saw his three old friends.

Among the five pillars of the Meteor Dragon Society, he and Alicia spent the most time together.

The two spent most of their time on the front lines, where their spheres of influence were adjacent, making travel relatively convenient.

However, due to his political stance, he needed to avoid suspicion and hadn't seen Igna and Rexxar for a long time.

Grant's gaze lingered on Rexxar for a moment.

Compared to her former spirited appearance, Rexar now looks much more haggard, with more prominent cheekbones, sunken eyes, and a hint of melancholy in her expression.

The hideous scar that ran across half of his face was still there, but it no longer inspired fear as it once did; instead, it added a touch of vicissitude.

The repeated defeats in the Bloodhowl Fortress war, and even the need to abandon the headquarters, must have been a significant blow to him.

On the other hand, Igna, although he encountered a similar situation, seemed to be in good spirits.

Perhaps it's because dwarfs are naturally more easygoing.

"have not seen you for a long time."

Grant stepped forward and reached out to Igner, who grabbed his wrist and shook it hard.

"Indeed." Igna released his grip, looked him up and down, "You haven't changed much."

Grant looked at Alicia again, and the two smiled at each other. There was no need for further pleasantries; their years of tacit understanding made all formalities seem superfluous.

Finally, he turned to Rexxar and nodded slightly: "Rexxar."

Rexxar nodded without saying a word.

Grant didn't mind and instead took the initiative to start the conversation: "This is the first time the four of us have gathered together since the war in the Holy Dragon Mountains broke out. It's a pity Celine isn't here."

"The Tide Temple is busy dealing with the undead army led by Morlock, and Celine, as a saintess, certainly can't spare the time," Igner continued, his tone tinged with a hint of regret. "Besides, the Tide Temple's situation is different from ours, so it's normal that they didn't attend this joint meeting."

Alicia said calmly, "The Silvermoon Clan has wiped out a large number of undead in the south, so the pressure on the Tide Temple should be much less."

Speaking of the Silvermoon Clan, Grant couldn't help but sigh, "I underestimated the Silvermoon Clan. I didn't expect their development to be so rapid. Even the south has fallen into their hands. Next, as long as we deal with Morlock and wipe out the undead army roaming the Great Whirlpool Sea, we can completely eliminate the threat. Then the Silvermoon Clan's territory will truly expand to half a continent."

"It's not that easy." Igner shook his head. "The undead army is easy to deal with, but Morocco is a real problem. Sea undead are not easy to deal with. I heard that even the former Holy Maiden of the Temple couldn't handle them. Although Anton is powerful, it's probably not that simple for him to deal with Morocco."

Grant smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true. Don't forget Anton's past achievements. The more impossible you think something is, the more likely he is to do it, surprising you."

Igna opened his mouth, but was speechless.

After all, Anton had indeed done many similar things before.

From a secluded elven clan on the plains of Eldron to a behemoth spanning both the east and west, Anton's journey has been full of surprises.

Alicia smiled faintly, clearly agreeing with Grant's point.

Only Rexxar stood to the side, his expression complex, remaining silent.

During the Dragon Slaying War, neither the Silvermoon Clan nor Anton were taken seriously by him.

Who would have thought that just over a hundred years later, the Silvermoon Clan would already be superior to Bloodhowl Fortress.

Even at its peak, Bloodhowl Fortress was probably no match for the Silvermoon Clan, let alone now.

As for Anton, he has already reached a level that is far beyond Anton's reach, and he will never be able to catch up with him in this lifetime.

Seeing that most of the people had arrived, Grant looked away and gestured with his chin toward the council chamber: "We can chat later, let's go in now."

When the four arrived at the council chamber, it was already quite full of people.

The seats on both sides of the long table were almost full.

The core leaders from the Free Alliance, Emerald Court, Heart of the Mountains, and Bloodhowl Fortress each occupied a corner, conversing in hushed tones, the atmosphere heavy and subtle.

Sitting at the head of the table was a burly man, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

His face was square, with high cheekbones, and his long, dark brown hair was tied back with a plain leather cord. There were several deep wrinkles on his forehead, as if they had been carved in with a knife.

What's most striking is the air around him, subtly distorted, as if even the light is unwilling to linger near him for long.

Hamilton.

He was the war governor of the Free Alliance and the first powerful individual on the continent to be promoted to demigod.

He also chaired today's meeting.

Sitting next to Hamilton was Thorin Fireforge, the Dwarf King of the Heart of the Mountains.

The Elf King came from the Emerald Court.

It was a tall, slender male elf with a youthful, almost ethereal face. His long, pale golden hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his deep emerald eyes held a tranquility that could only be honed by the passage of time.

He wore a simple, moon-white robe without any patterns or insignia, yet he possessed an air of authority that commanded respect.

As the supreme ruler of the Emerald Court, the Elf King rarely appears in the outside world.

Most diplomatic matters are handled by the Jade Council.

He probably wouldn't have attended if this meeting hadn't been crucial to the survival of the royal court.

Grant heard that the Elf King had broken through to become a demigod.

Judging from the current atmosphere, the rumors seem to be true.

The Bloodhowl Fortress side sat in the back.

Because the Great Chieftain and many elders died in the previous war, this time the leader is Elder Morsen, a peak saint.

He sat there with his back ramrod straight, but when he was in the same room as other leaders of various factions, he clearly lacked some of his confidence.

Grant couldn't help but sigh inwardly. As one of the original five major powers, Bloodhowl Fortress could no longer produce even a single divine being, let alone a demigod. This showed just how far it had fallen.

Before long, everyone had arrived.

Hamilton, seated at the head of the table, opened his eyes and slowly scanned the people present.

He didn't deliberately exude an aura of power, but when his gaze swept across the room, the noise in the entire council hall seemed to be gently suppressed by a hand, instantly returning to silence.

"Everyone should know the main topics we're discussing today, so I won't waste any more time on small talk."

Hamilton's voice was deep and steady.

"The Silvermoon Clan has already given their reply, agreeing to join forces with us to launch a counterattack on the northern part of the continent."

Upon hearing this, many people in the hall showed joy on their faces.

As the undisputed number one power on the continent, and the only one to have repeatedly defeated and annihilated the undead army, the weight of the Silvermoon Clan is self-evident.

Their means of controlling the undead, their well-organized puppet legions, their fleets that come and go like the wind... all of these are forces that this war desperately needs.

It can be said that if the Silvermoon Clan refuses to participate in this counter-offensive, the so-called counter-offensive will most likely fizzle out or even fail to take place.

But Hamilton's next words poured cold water on the jubilant crowd.

"But the Silvermoon Clan has one condition," Hamilton said in a deep voice. "They demand that they take unified command of this operation, and that all forces obey their orders."

A commotion immediately broke out in the council chamber.

"Command?"

"That's asking too much. What if the Silvermoon Clan sends us to our deaths?"

"Why not just let each faction command its own troops? Why need unified command?"

Whispers rose and fell, and many people frowned, their expressions full of resistance.

While the Silvermoon Clan possessed formidable military strength, this was not a reason to make them willingly obey orders.

This is tantamount to handing over the safety of their own power to the Silvermoon Clan.

How could they possibly feel at ease?

Moreover, this is not just a matter of command; it represents much more.

For example, the distribution of post-war benefits.

Once the Silvermoon Clan seizes command, if they recover the north after the war, they will inevitably swallow up the largest territory.

The Silvermoon Clan already controlled the east, and it seemed that the south was about to fall into their hands as well. If they were to add a portion of the northern territory, who could possibly control the Silvermoon Clan?

The most resistant of them were naturally the elders of Bloodhowl Fortress.

They were also hoping to reclaim the fortress and the northern territory, but that hope was slim once the Silvermoon Clan took command.

Elder Mosen exchanged glances with the other orc elders, coughed lightly, and waited for the surroundings to quiet down before speaking, "I suggest that each of our factions contribute some personnel to form a supreme command. What do you think?"

After he finished speaking, he first looked at Thorin, the dwarf king.

In his mind, those in the heart of the mountains, who were also forced to leave the north, should naturally be on the same side as them and would certainly support his statement.

To Morsen's surprise, Thorin looked indifferent and didn't say another word.

Mosen turned his head and looked at the royal court.

As a result, the Elf King and the elders remained silent, their expressions complex.

Once upon a time, the Emerald Court represented the Elven race, and the City of Ten Thousand Trees was known as the holy land of the Elven race.

But little did they expect that one day they would be suppressed by another elven clan.

Just a hundred years ago, the Silver Moon Clan was just an ordinary clan that couldn't even be considered a first-rate power. Who would have thought that it would suddenly become so powerful that it could overshadow the royal court?

Nowadays, when people mention the Elven race, the first thing that comes to mind is the Silvermoon Clan.

Seeing that neither the Heart of the Mountains nor the Emerald Court had expressed their opinions, Elder Morsen's expression turned grim. He could only look at Hamilton: "Lord Hamilton, what is the Freedom Alliance's opinion?"

Just as Hamilton was about to speak, a human officer hurried in, quickly approached Hamilton, and handed him a battle report.

Hamilton opened it and his expression froze.

His gaze swept across the paper twice, and his expression changed several times in just a few breaths.

After a long while, he waved for the officers to leave, then raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the puzzled faces in the council chamber, and slowly began to speak:

"Just now, Anton descended upon the Great Whirlpool Sea and killed Morlock."

The hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone was stunned by the news.

Elder Mosen was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

Did Anton kill Morlock?

And it wasn't on land, but in a whirlpool-filled sea area?

If it weren't Hamilton who said this, they would definitely have doubted the veracity of this news.

Just how powerful was Anton to defeat his opponent in the home territory of a demigod sea creature?

Grant and his three companions in the corner looked completely lost in thought.

They had just been talking about Anton's dealings with Morlock.

Grant was just saying it casually, but he never expected that Anton would actually kill Morlock, proving once again his ability to create "miracles".

Grant, Igna, and Alicia exchanged glances, all wearing wry smiles.

Anton continues to surprise people as always.

Rexxar, standing to the side, looked increasingly gloomy.

Just as the hall fell silent, Hamilton suddenly broke the silence.

"I think we can agree to the Silvermoon Clan's request. What do you all think?"

Another silence followed.

Then the Elf King was the first to agree.

"I agree."

At this point, it's pointless to dwell on who better represents the Elven race.

The Silvermoon Clan has established its dominance, and no one can stop their momentum.

Rather than resisting, it's better to go with the flow and befriend the Silvermoon Clan.

Thorin, the dwarf king, shared the same idea.

Following closely behind the Elf King, he also began to express his agreement.

With Morlock dead, there is no longer any force in the south that can threaten the Silvermoon Clan, and the south has completely fallen into the hands of the Silvermoon Clan.

This is the first power since the new era to control half of the continent, and its title as the number one power is now undisputed.

Not to mention the existence of Anton, facing such a force.

They no longer had any intention of competing.

If they've given him command, then so be it.

With the Free Alliance, Emerald Court, and Heart of the Mountains all agreeing, only Bloodhowl Keep remains to express its opinion.

Everyone turned to look at Elder Mosen.

The latter's expression shifted for a moment before he finally sighed deeply and nodded in agreement.

At this point, everyone reached a consensus.

The Silvermoon Clan will now hold supreme command in the upcoming counter-offensive against the undead.