——But don't forget the outcome of this battle.

After gaining the upper hand with a sneak attack, Gruumsh suffered a rather tragic result: Corellon had just come to his senses when he beat Gruumsh to death. In the end, Gruumsh was spared by Corellon.

And Gruumsh is a true god-king and the creator of the orcs.

In other words, Corellon's strength was undoubtedly far ahead of the other gods. Without divine power that would intimidate other powerful gods, there was no qualification to stand shoulder to shoulder with Corellon in strength.

Corellon doesn't really value his dignity in normal times, so ambitious people may harbor ill intentions towards him. However, when their plans begin to be implemented, they find that they are no match for Corellon at all... In the end, they flee in panic and become a disaster to the world.

Lolth's offensive plan before her defeat was a typical example. At that time, she was still Corellon's only wife, and Corellon obeyed her orders. However, she still wanted to seize the last position. So, one day, after witnessing the beast god Mara kill an orc god, she secretly revealed the location of the injured Corellon to Mara.

—And then, Mara lost.

It can be said that Corellon's life was filled with countless weaknesses in his character. If he were a mortal, he would have died countless times.

But he is strong enough.

However, this also leads to an immediate problem: Corellon may be invincible in foreign wars... but weaknesses in character are still weaknesses after all.

The result of his indecision is that he is always hesitant or even extremely slow to deal with various internal hidden dangers. Even if these hidden dangers eventually break out, he rarely makes up his mind to cut the Gordian knot.

The fallen Seraph Markkid, the current Spider Goddess Rose... all were born through this path.

And now, Corellon is facing the same problem again.

——The elves are in civil war again.

Moreover, it is a fight to the death, with the goal of destroying the other party's country and clan.

When Arivanda first attacked its neighboring country, he hesitated for a hundred years and ultimately did not intervene. As a result, that was not the end of the war, but the beginning of a series of wars.

Now, one mistake leads to another, and he has no reason to get involved.

Sending Elastrid ten thousand years into the future was just another spur of the moment decision.

He still hasn't reached a final conclusion on how to deal with these wars.

——He also thought that it could not be delayed any longer, but he could not come to a conclusion.

Just as the God King of Elves was sighing as usual, the bright moonlight finally shone into the God King's study.

The voice of his wife, or one of his wives, Sehanne Moonbow, carried into the study by moonlight.

She is the most powerful goddess in the elven pantheon, Corellon's daughter and second wife, and the elven goddess of the full moon. For countless years, she has been one of the few deities who dares to say that she and Corellon support each other.

However, Sehanine's voice was now cold. "My Lord, I bring you bad news—the navy of the Kingdom of Ilythri has departed from port, but instead of heading north along the coast, they've headed west."

"West?" Corellon frowned.

"More accurately, they're blocking the sea route." Sehanine Moonbow, the goddess most revered by the moon elves, seemed to be trying hard to suppress her anger. "They've blocked the sea route from Faerûn to Evermeet—now, all ships bound for Evermeet will be sent to the bottom of the sea by the madmen of Ilythir."

Evermeet is both a holy place for the elves and their destined place - generally speaking, only old and dying elves will hear the call and board the ship to Evermeet.

Evermeet is a product of the First Split and one of the most special lands in Faerûn - because Evermeet is directly connected to Arvandor.

Ilythri's blockade of this sea route had no strategic significance, but it was utterly ruthless: those old men were about to leave for Arvandor, and would have no further connection to Faerûn. The Kingdom of Ilythri sent its navy with the sole purpose of slaughtering them.

"This war is rapidly devolving into slaughter for slaughter's sake," said Sehanine Moonbow.

"Soon?" Corellon shook his head heavily. "Do you know what miracle the priests of Santa Othriel are asking me to perform now?"

Sehanine Moonbow shook her head slightly.

"They asked if they could use Ascension to wipe out all the dark elves! When I confirmed their seriousness, I immediately refuted them, and then they asked me a second question!" Corellon shouted, "They said that without my help, they would be destroyed in the Ascension, and that Erivandar, their nominal lord, would only laugh and watch them go to destruction. So..."

"Can they destroy the earth's crust and bury the continent of Faerun with them?

"They've only been on this planet for tens of thousands of years, and they're already trying to blow their new home into pieces. And they're begging me to find them a new planet!!!"

Shahanni Moonbow's original intention was to come and complain about the dark elves, but she never expected that both sides would be so extreme. She was speechless at this moment.

Corellon, provoked by this, made up his mind instead: "...They also proposed a second plan. They believe that the Dark Elves abused Ascension and should be punished by me no matter what. If I am unwilling to wipe out the Dark Elves, then at least make sure that the Dark Elves never appear before me again.

"That's all. I'll observe for a while. If this war really escalates..." Corellon was silent for a moment, then waved his hand heavily. "I'll agree to their use of subsidence. If the dark elves are so fond of conspiracies and intrigues, then get out of here and hide from the sun.

"That's it! Let's not talk about the war anymore!"

The two couples looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh together.

In today's Faerun, what else is there besides war?

At this moment, two Seraphim servants descended from the sky. They shook their feathers in front of Corellon's residence, shook off the rain, and said respectfully, "My Lord, Queen Angris."

"I'm back." Sehanne Moonbow was stunned for a moment, then asked with a hint of resentment, "What did you ask Fillorisel and Lashriel to do at this time?"

Corellon's face showed a hint of embarrassment, as if he had been caught in bed. "...On a whim. I opened a time portal to see if Mystril could tolerate time travel."

"Is this the time for this?!" Sehani cried. "The netherworld is in chaos, and you're flirting with women!"

"Angharth, this is pure fantasy!" Corellon swore. "Mystril is not my type at all! She only imitated Selûne to give herself a female appearance because she received so much help from her. But in reality, she is a true magic-crazed lunatic who doesn't understand what entertainment is! Magic isn't her hobby, it's her everything!"

Corellon spoke of this point with great clarity: "If someone really pursues her as a woman, she will only laugh at him madly. But if someone studies magic seriously and doesn't treat her as a woman at all, she might even look at him with a higher regard..."

"You actually studied her seriously!"

Seeing their lord Corellon about to fall into another predicament of timidity, the Seraphim servants hesitated for a moment before deciding to use the news they brought to rescue the situation: "Queen Sehanine, Mystril sent her servants to convey that she is furious at Lord Corellon's manipulation of time, but she is willing to write off the matter if our lord can win a bet."

“What if he loses?” Sehanne asked, glancing sideways at Corellon.

"Uh...she wants you to give her the Moon Blade crafting ritual."

At another time, Corellon would have frowned. The Moonblade was a treasure unique to the Moon Elves. Even the Sun Elves, the most powerful of the High Elves, possessed no such weapon. If it were given to Mystril now, there would likely be many in the Seldarine who would raise an army to punish them.

But now, the bet has taken on a whole new meaning.

"I knew it!" Corellon exclaimed. "Even if she really defeats me one day, she'll definitely only force me to hand over my magical knowledge. She won't be interested in anything else! How exactly do we bet?"

"...So, uh." Lashriel still found the bet a bit bizarre. "She wants to use the next Heroic Spirit Ascension Battle in Joseph Garden as the stage. She and I will each support one side, and the winner will win the bet."

"This bet is a bit difficult." Corellon was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but frown. "The battle for the advancement of Heroic Spirits has never been equal. If we support ordinary Heroic Spirits, Mystril can easily cast a few spells and the Wild Hunt will crush the Heroic Spirits. The gap between Mystril and me is far less than the gap between the Heroic Spirits and the Wild Hunt."

"Uh, no." Lashriel hesitated. "Goddess Mystrel wishes to send mortals to fight. She will be represented by a small team. We will also send a small team."

"How many people are in the team?"

"That group of mortals consists of four... and Mystril intends to support the Heroic Spirits."

"What's Mystril planning?!" Even Sehanine was taken aback. "Even with no opponents, it's hard for a four-person team to lead the Heroic Spirits to defeat the Wild Hunt, right? If we send out our own team, how can they possibly win?"

"...I guess this was Selune's idea." Corellon thought for a moment, a smile spreading across his face. "I usually take good care of her, and now she's just returning the favor. She's using an easily won bet to absolve me of responsibility for creating the time gate without permission."

"...So, how do you answer?"

"Of course I agree," Corellon replied without hesitation. "Send Arvandor and four of Faerûn's best craftsmen over! I'll go discuss this with the great god Odin right now!"

After saying this, the Elf God King seemed to regain his vitality in an instant, and it was as if all his previous sighs had never happened.

However, before he had taken a few steps, Sehani's voice suddenly rang out from behind him: "You know the Crown War isn't natural... You can't run away from it forever."

Corellon froze for a moment, sighed deeply, and turned his head. "...After this war, if the situation continues to escalate, I will personally order a thorough investigation."

Thirty Lords of the Wild Hunt

Asgard in Joseph's Garden, our home.

Amid the crowing of the golden rooster Fayala, bodies rose from the ground in the morning light—even if there was only a pool of blood there before.

Prosperity, freedom.

Weapons and armor emerged in their hands, and all the previous battle scars disappeared. They didn't even need to waste precious time on maintaining their equipment.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

The warriors who had just returned from death were even in the mood to greet each other - this was also the most peaceful time in the entire Joseph Garden.

Many heroic warriors haven't even fully understood how they died in battle yesterday. When they woke up, they generally sat on the ground, trying to review the situation and try to distance themselves from the responsibility for their death.

This is also their way of survival.

And this is also the norm throughout Joseph's Garden.

But freedom does not come without a price.

——They fought in the name of Odin during their lifetime, which is why they came from Midgard to Asgard in the Garden of Yorth.

Outsiders, however, also covet Fayala's power and come here from various worlds.

Amidst exclamations, a heroic warrior who had just woken up was astonished to see a beautiful blue-haired and silver-eyed angel, two meters tall, with a sullen look on her face, holding a flying axe.

The flying axe almost landed directly on her forehead.

She gritted her teeth and asked, "I repeat, I just want to ask where the Golden Palace of God King Odin is. We want to pay him a visit, that's all!"

In front of her, a heroic warrior looked at the flying axe in her hand and swallowed.

The difference in strength between the two is visible to the naked eye. If they were in another dimension, even if they didn't surrender, they would have considered escaping.

But this is Joseph's Garden.

"Snap! Snap!"

There was a sound of metal clinking as Metatron caught the second flying axe - while the first one had already returned to its owner... on the forehead.

The Heroic Warriors who witnessed this scene cried out in grief: "...No!!!"

Emiya's eye twitched.

If this continues, are they going to wipe out Asgard?!

At this moment, shouts came from far away: "Come to Valhalla! A Wild Hunt team has capsized in the gutter! They are being scolded by the god Tyr!"

As soon as this voice was heard, the noise and fighting sounds around stopped.

I saw heroic warriors everywhere, carrying their weapons like a tide, rushing towards Valhalla.

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Valhalla, the Hall of Heroes - This is one of the few functional places in the entire Asgard.

Craftsmen, doctors and even spellcasters all live here.

It is true that the lives of most heroes will be spent on the chaotic land of Asgard.

But if one day something goes wrong, and they think they need to improve or that their improvements need to be consolidated, they will come to Valhalla to study and practice.

If they think yesterday's victory is glorious enough, they will choose to give themselves a day off and come to the mead hall in Valhalla.

Of course, a very small number of Heroic Warriors who are outstanding enough will also be received by Odin, Thor and Tyr here, and officially promoted to a Wild Hunt.

The Heroic Spirits and the Wild Hunt are naturally the largest mortal military forces in Asgard, their scale is enough to make other planes ashamed. As such, they also serve under Odin, and have another god to oversee their daily affairs.

The leader of the Wild Hunt is Tyr, the god of justice and law. He is responsible for selecting targets worthy of the Wild Hunt, examining the conditions of their worlds, and bringing back specimens of their deceased victims to be displayed on the walls of Valhalla. He is also responsible for training newly recruited Wild Hunt members, accustoming them to their new ways of fighting—making them a disciplined army.

The leader of the heroes is named Thor, the god of courage and abundance, thunder and lightning, and strength.

His duties...

Responsible for going deep into the masses, integrating with the heroes, accepting their challenges, teaching them martial arts, and gaining their support.

Then there is nothing.

In a sense, the Heroic Spirits and the Wild Hunt share the same origin, but in the end they behave very differently, which is inseparable from Tyr's efforts... and Thor's complete lack of effort.

However, the Wild Hunt had rarely made a fool of itself - usually, the forces Tyr allocated to each army were more than enough, and they were only defeated in extremely rare cases.

In the courtroom, a tall, blond middle-aged man was sitting upright in his seat.

He was not wearing any luxurious armor, with his golden hair and beard, but only a simple and spotless linen robe and a shimmering rune circlet on his head.

He looked down at the neatly arranged Wild Hunt Knights in front of him and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Finally, Tyr slammed the wooden table in front of him: "—Ivar!"

The Wild Hunt captain's face was rather awkward: "...I'm here."

"Back then, I specifically asked you to lead the team because you'd fought Igirok before—the first time, Igirok inhabited an ordinary warrior. You dueled him knee-deep in snow, ice blasts separating you from your comrades. Ultimately, you used every possible means in that duel: fishing nets, hounds, potions. Finally, you narrowly defeated it, shattering your armor and nearly emptying your stomach.

"The second time, you and your team were fully prepared. Igilok parasitized a massive polar moose and easily shredded your spear formation. But you weren't so lucky this time, and you perished together with Igilok. Regardless, you've killed Igilok twice before, so you can be considered experienced."

Tyr sighed deeply. "So, I've asked you to lead the team, a fully staffed Wild Hunt detachment of nearly a hundred men—your former mercenary unit consisted of fewer than twenty men, and none of them had Grani! This is both revenge and ordinary training—but what on earth did you encounter to be completely crushed by an enemy you're incredibly familiar with, an enemy you know inside and out?!"

"I didn't ask you to kill no one, nor did I ask you to capture anyone alive. I didn't limit the time you could operate within. You were even allowed to take turns. As long as you could ensure the death of this stubborn evil spirit, that would be enough!"

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