My Empire

My Empire Chapter 539

2020-11-03

Chapter 539 540 Expedition

"Alanhill is calling!" Farai handed the telegram in his hand to the elf queen, standing at the In front of the beautiful emperor, he bowed slightly and said, "Just as we feel, the magic eye is active again, and a large number of demons are entering our world."

"We were too optimistic before. I just saw the power of Alanhill, and I have the illusion that the devil is merely this." The elf queen bitterly laughed, took the telegram and looked at it carefully.

Then, with her beautiful fingers, she put the message on the table beside her: "Is there any countermeasures from Alanhill?"

She was indeed a little too optimistic before. , thinking that the sudden appearance of Alanhill has made the threat of the devil no longer exist.

However, now, the demons have once again proved their power, and the scale of the attack has become even larger.

"Last month, I had an illusion that we would defeat the demons, and this world has not yet been destroyed... But now it seems that it is too early to draw any conclusions." Elf The Queen lowered her eyes and rubbed her slender fingers back and forth on the telegram: "This unknown... is worth our efforts."

"Your Majesty! What do you mean? We... "Falae was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously clenched his fists and asked.

He was always unwilling, unwilling that Elf Race gave up hope like this, unwilling to wait for his own death like this.

The Elf Race has a long life, maybe many of the mortals will die of old age before the world annihilation, but most of the Elf Race can only die under the demon's slaughtering knife.

So Farai has been reluctant to face the harsh reality, he is reluctant to admit the fact that Elf Race has no hope.

"I think I was a little too naive before." The Elf Queen showed a wry smile, and her beautiful face did not diminish at all: "It's my fault... I shouldn't have Put all your hopes and hopes of victory on Alanhill."

"Victory, we must rely on ourselves to win! We are the noble Elf Race, hiding behind human beings this kind of thing... think It's ridiculous to think about it." She walked to the window and looked towards the huge tree canopy covering the heavens, shielding the sun not far away, the Tree of Life of Elf Race, a terrifying existence that nurtured countless magical energies.

"Falai... Assemble the army! We can't put all the blame on human beings, even if human beings are not weak now, even if we have no strength to fight anymore." The queen finished , and withdrew his gaze from the window.

She paced in front of Farai and said, "Alanhill lacks high-level magic battle strength, although they have many god puppets and many high level magicians, but still not enough! You lead the troops yourself. Go to the front! Help Alanhill as much as you can."

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Falley's eyes were slightly red, and he had waited a long, long time for the Elf Queen to regain her composure— - He waited for this order for a long, long time.

"Woo..." The melodious horn sounded on Tree of Life later, and the Elf Race people who were already living and working in the new elves' new royal city, Selkes, put down their jobs one after another. Look up in the direction where the horn sounded.

"Woo..." The sound of the horn still echoed on the branches, and a female elf who was pruning the flowers and plants in her yard put down the tools in her hand.

She used a Water Element magic to wash the mud from her palms. Then, while shaking her palm, she walked into her house full of green leaves.

The gauntlet, engraved with ornate inscriptions, was taken off the pylon by her and placed over her slender arm.

The female elf who tightened the gauntlets to fix the ropes hung the delicate breastplate on her chest, and then took off the magic long sword that had followed her for thousands of years from the wall. .

Although it has been thousands of years, the traditional Elf Race sword with vines carved on this sword is still as sharp as ever. The magical energy flowing on the sword has always protected the blade and never left.

The female spirit Spirit General long sword hung on her waist, sorting out her armor. Then he walked to the inner room, stood outside the door, quietly watching the sleeping child in the crib.

She just looked so quietly, didn't speak, didn't approach, as if she was afraid of disturbing this sleeping life, she just stood in the distance, her eyes were full of love and reluctance. .

What makes a woman leave her child? Maybe there is only hope for the child to continue to live... In order to let the baby who doesn't know anything continue to live, this is the reason why a mother went to the battlefield.

Even if he will eventually die in the distance, it will be worth it if he can let his son live for even one more second!

After a long while, the female elf finally turned around, her eyes were full of tears, but her hands firmly covered the armor with a magic robe embroidered with gorgeous leaf patterns.

She stepped forward, letting her armor boots hit the ground with a slight ka ka sound. She stepped by step out of the yard, closed the door, and nodded slightly to an old elf woman standing on the corner.

"I will take care of the child for you, and I will treat each one as my own." The old elf leaned on crutches, pressed his right hand to his chest, bowed his head and promised: "I will take the natural You swear by your name, and your oath will never be broken unless you return in triumph."

The young female elf clenched her fist with her right hand and pressed it against her chest, her eyes filled with gratitude. Behind her, the neighbor's door was pushed open from the inside, and a female elf, also wearing a magic robe, walked out of the yard with the same reluctance.

In every household, someone came out. The old man stood at the corner of the street and promised everyone who passed by him. She's the one who stayed, taking responsibility for all the war dead and caring for their families, which is an Elf Race tradition.

"Ugh..." The horn sound is still echoing, these elves who came here from the original territory after suffering untold hardships, are once again going to the battlefield they just fled.

One after another, flags full of vines were erected, and snow-white unicorns were pulled out of the stables.

Elf Race's Knight buckled his visor, tightened the reins of his steed, and gathered behind Farai.

"For the queen!" Falley pulled the reins, his legs tucked under the horse's belly, and the snow-white unicorn he was riding neighed and took a melodious step. .

"For the Queen!" all the elven cavalry loudly shouted. Hundreds of elven cavalry followed behind Falai, and so grandiose drove out of Selkes.

Following these cavalry are the elf archers on foot, and then the light infantry - each of them is magician, and they are valuable and powerful battle strength.

The horns are still melodious, and the marching drums are beating, though not as powerful as they once were, but the armies of the Elf Race still march out of their walls and onto the battlefields from which they fled.

It's just that glimmer of hope.

A glimmer of hope they just saw and couldn't bear to give up.

......

"After all, you can't underestimate it." Galenoke, the capital of Greiken, in the center of the huge Floating Void City, towering magic Inside the tower, Longsa Delai Great Archmage looked at the subordinates in front of him and said with a faint smile on his face.

He walked down the steps step by step, until he reached the front of his subordinates, and then slowly said, "Do you remember Greken's belief? Accept your own destiny and face everything calmly. ."

"We have never fought our own destiny, why?" When he reached the last Level 1 steps, he paused before continuing: "Because we are guarding this world. The fate of the world."

"Since the demons feel that they can conquer the human world, then why can't we, as human beings, use our actions to tell the origin of magic, this world, that it cannot conquer it?" Lonza Delai laughed, he turned the magic wand in his hand and handed it to an old man standing in front of him: "Next, it's up to you!"

When the other party took the magic wand, Long Saderai's face was also much lighter: "General Sapphilar is fighting hard on the front line, and Alanhill's reconnaissance system has confirmed the news of the demon invasion..."

"Dragon Clan is known for its toughness, the elf Famous for magic, in the world of powerhouse like forests, we humans can survive in the world, relying on our faith and spirit!" Lonsadre glanced around the magicians standing beside him, walking slowly towards The gate: "It's time to teach Alanhill's little fellows a lesson! Let them study hard!"

"Sir..." A magician stopped, "The world has changed, Why can't we change together? You don't have to! It's not time for you to decide..."

"It seems to me that the world is changing for the better, which is very important A good sign, isn't it?" Lonsadre stopped and looked towards the magician who stopped him from going out: "So, it's more worthy of our saving..."

"Whatever the world How to change, we as magicians, as magicians who have enjoyed the world's support for thousands of years, shoulder the responsibility of saving the world, it will not change." Lonsadre said while pointing to himself: "I have me The responsibility, you have yours!"

After he finished speaking, he walked out.

"Why only human beings need to face such catastrophe and disaster..." a young magician complained in a low voice.

"You are wrong, child." The old man who took the Lonsadlai magic wand walked to his side and said comforted: "Every race, everyone, has to experience these catastrophe. After experiencing these, people can grow up, unite together, and bloom with dazzling brilliance.” ”

This is a supplementary update, and there will be an update in a while, and it will be served after 11 o’clock. .

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