Chapter 14 Prophecy

When the morning light shone again on the central mountain range, the hustle and bustle here finally came to an end. But the traces left by that battle were everywhere. In the valley outside the Elf Underground Castle, there were broken swords, embers of trees and blood that penetrated deeply into the soil.

The orc warriors who were still able to move had all withdrawn, but they were exhausted and could no longer take care of the bodies of the dead. Therefore, in the temporary camp, nearly 10,000 orc warriors were lying tightly. On the side of the camp, there were tens of thousands of orc corpses piled up. The corpses of orc warriors were taken back when cleaning the battlefield after the war yesterday. For the mysterious figure who originally led the orcs, any corpse was useful. Therefore, the orcs simply took back the corpses of thousands of elves warriors on the battlefield.

Now the orcs have embarked on their way home, but this way of return is not easy to go. The route they left is clearly marked, of course, with the corpses of the dead orcs. By the stream, on the mountains, and next to the woods, orcs who died on the ground can be seen everywhere. Occasionally, an orc dressed in a priest would appear in the corpse, and they often hold a totem flag in their arms. The appearance of this scene often means that all the young orcs in this orc tribe have died.

Orc corpses, like green signposts, pointed all the way to the orc empire.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of elves were constantly busy. They wanted to take back the bodies of their comrades and bury them under the tree of Kenachi. The tall elves grew rapidly and had their roots very wide. The elves in the green sea believed that after the elves died, they could return to the embrace of the earth and the forest.

The orcs' corpses were piled up together, and they were all to be burned, but the corpses were indispensable to Roger, the necromancer, so they were temporarily piled there. At this time, the north was still cold, and the corpses would rot for a while. The fat man had asked all the elves to study the corpses of these orcs to see how they were different from the orcs in the past.

In this battle, the natural disasters cast by the orcs eventually became their own disaster. They paid more than 40,000 warriors' lives, and only received less than 3,000 casualties from less than 3,000 elves. After the natural disaster, all the elves needed to do was to stay in the underground fortress and wait for the orcs to evacuate. At that time, many powerful people on the elves had already fought to the point of exhaustion, and they were not fighting under the natural disaster. Rogge and Adrenie's curse would greatly reduce its power, and the combat power of the orc warriors would be fully utilized. The battle would become a bitter battle again.

After this battle, the elves who escaped from the Green Sea finally began to obey Roger's orders. Perhaps because of the unacceptable environment, the elves elders of the Green Sea imprisoned by Roger suddenly fell seriously ill at the same time. In just one day, they looked almost out of place.

After these stumbling blocks were gone, they used the battle to defeat the orcs. Roger took the opportunity to take over the power and initially took these elves under his command. Anyway, the fat man had at least read the Book of Hilo, and the identity of this divine envoy finally had hope of being upright. Therefore, the fat man was much more confident in commanding the elves.

The Central Mountains temporarily calmed down. In this battle, the orcs suffered heavy losses, and the elites of the elves were almost completely lost in the battle of the Green Sea, and they were unable to counterattack the Green Sea.

After experiencing such a setback, the pragmatic voices among the elves increased significantly, or to put it bluntly, the elves of the Oracle City took the leadership, and Roger's status as a god envoy was confirmed among the elves of the Green Sea. Although Sius was unwilling, he was still appointed by Roger as a great elder and was responsible for making decisions on many specific matters.

As for the imprisoned elves, they died of illness every three days after the war ended.

But the elves were not adapted to underground life after all. As soon as the orcs evacuated, they walked out of the underground fortress and headed to the former site of the Oracle City to rebuild this beautiful elves city. The flesh and blood of tens of thousands of orcs in the Oracle City turned into plant fertilizer, but the clear lake water was polluted by many orcs and war beasts, so it was a bit troublesome to recover.

When the elves of the Green Sea fled, they had only time to bring out a very small number of the most important things. These included the seeds of three ancient elves, plus the three ancient elves in the Oracle City. Although they were still not enough to support the life of 50,000 elves, they could also support their life. Amoro, who had extremely strong vitality, performed very well in this battle, without any rash actions. He was like a domineering family dog, and how could he have the majesty of the superior demon clan?

However, taming brings unprecedented benefits to it. Now it only needs to be honest in the magic circle for most of the day every day. After supplying the magic power of the ancient elves, it will be allowed to move around the Oracle City for a while. Compared with the time when it was surrounded by blood-sucking thorns in the past, it is simply heaven. As for why it not only won't hurt the elves anymore, but also dare not even escape, this secret is only in the hands of a very small number of people.

Ordinary elves did not understand the secret, but they all heard how Amoros was tamed. Therefore, everyone looked at Constantine with respect and fear. In the tone of speaking to him, there was no longer the arrogance that the elves were in the face of other races. Naturally, no one would despise Effie, who commanded Constantine in a mess.

The elves were keen to observe. Although they could not understand what Amoros was saying, they felt that it would only change emotionally in front of a few people. It was fear in front of Constantine, close in front of Effie, confused in front of Sius, and angry when they met a fat man.

The reconstruction of Oracle City was a slow and arduous process. The limited magic was distributed to the greatest extent to the defense and war, while the exquisiteness and beauty were ranked last on the list. This decision did not cause much controversy among the elves, after all, no elves hoped that the scene of the Green Sea would repeat again.

It seemed to respond to the relaxed atmosphere that had just passed the battle, and the weather on this day was rare and clear.

Under the high sky, Effier sat on a big rock, and the cold wind gently blew her long golden hair. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the lush mountains in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

More than a dozen deer wandered around her, and would occasionally come over to rub her boots intimately. This kind of mountain short-tailed deer is very common in the central mountains. They are not big in size, but they are amazingly bouncing and can jump around on the rocks freely. Except for the raptors flying in the sky, ordinary monsters are difficult to capture them.

Effier gently patted the head of a deer beside him. It seemed very comfortable, and then walked lazily. For some reason, these short-tailed deer seemed listless today and had no cleverness or spirit of mountain creatures. The short-tailed deer lingered on the rocks in the distance for a few times, as if he was hesitating whether to jump down. Before he decided, he fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.

The other short-tailed deer wailed, and they had no other choice but to continue wandering aimlessly on the mountains. After a moment, another deer fell to the ground.

Effier looked at the group of deer and just sighed softly.

A thick voice suddenly sounded behind Effier: "Did they carry the seeds of the plague to the orcs?"

The elf girl nodded.

Constantine stood beside Effie, looked at the deer, sighed, and said, "Now the plague has spread and their mission has been completed. But their final outcome is destined to be the same as those orcs. I can't help them anymore."

Effie turned his head and looked at Constantine. At this moment, the Cardinal's hair was messy, his eyes were black, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his face was unpredictable. These days, Constantine first treated the wounded elves in the Green Sea, and then cast blessings to thousands of elves warriors to suppress natural disasters. After the war, he had to save the wounded and exorcist the elves who were unfortunately cursed by the natural disasters, and almost never closed his eyes.

In fact, although Constantine did not go directly to kill the enemy, she also made great contributions. Without his existence, at least nearly a thousand elves would have died of severe injuries. Only Constantine, who has extremely profound magical attainments, could complete such an almost impossible task. When casting a large-scale spell-exorbitant blessing, even the first-class light-wise master could only release it twice or three times, affecting more than a hundred people.

"You have been busy saving people, how could you have extra magic power to ask for help? I don't want them to become like this! But there is nothing I can do about it." Effier said.

Constantine was silent for a while, reached her hand in front of Effier, and said slowly: "Effier, this thing is yours, right?"

In the cardinal's spreading palm, there was a small transparent bug with pointed tips at both ends, twisting and hissing, constantly smelling the breath of flesh and blood, looking for victims.

Effier nodded and said, "So you know everything. Yes, I put them."

Constantine looked at Effie, her eyes were still as clear as a spring, looking back straight. No matter it was her eyes, her eyes, or her soul, there was no impurity. Her dust-free gaze was like invisible pressure, which made Constantine involuntarily want to avoid it.

The Cardinal finally sighed and said, "Effie, I really don't understand why your methods are so ruthless, but your soul is so pure? The Scriptures do not give me the answer to this question."

"My means are ruthless?" Effier looked at Constantine with a little strangeness, but then suddenly said: "Oh, I understand. You evaluate me like this because there are too many orcs who died because of me! You are holding larvae of the royal bee. Of course, they are no longer the original bee worms. I changed them slightly with the sacred spell you taught me. They are all placed in the city of Oracles. Also, the seeds of the plague are also placed on these short-tailed deer."

"Then do you know how many lives will disappear with what you do? Have you calculated clearly?" Constantine stared at Effie and asked word by word.

"How many orcs will die in my hands?" Effier thought for a while, put a pair of slender hands in front of her eyes, and slowly counted: "100,000...110,000, well, the most is the most, the last is 130,000, and it's over."

"Is life just a number for you?" Constantine's voice was already a little stern.

Effier looked at him, not caring about his uncovered anger, but said, "Of course not. But isn't it the purpose of our war? Besides, the orcs have killed 150,000 elves in the Green Sea. Look, the Scripture you gave me also says that in order to spread the glory of the Supreme God, killing the pagans who harm believers is a manifestation of faith. So as an elves, have I done anything wrong?"

Effier looked at Constantine and said, "If it were you, you had to choose between the death of a hundred pagans and the death of a devout, what would you do?"

Under her clear eyes, the Cardinal suddenly felt much pressure.

Yes, how would he choose? Does he have a choice? His only choice has been clearly recorded in the Scriptures, which is the Scripture he handed over to Effier. Constantine always felt that there was something wrong with Effier's words, or something that made him uncomfortable, but she couldn't say it. All her logic was so simple and correct. Her correctness had been proven by the Scriptures.

"But Effie, even if we have to destroy life for faith, we must... also have a respect for life." Constantine carefully considered the words, and for the first time he felt that language was so poor.

"I love you, but I have to kill you." Effier sang the sentence in a chanting way, and said, "Is that true?"

It has to be admitted that her voice is very clear and pleasant. If she sang verses in the church full time, she would inevitably leave a stroke in the Scriptures that record the history of the church. However, the content of her words is more lethal than the voice. The Cardinal, who thought her eyes had penetrated the artifacts of the world, could not argue for a moment.

"Hyphosis! This is what your human race likes to do the most." Effier couldn't wait for Constantine's answer, so he gave him a blunt conclusion, got up and jumped off the rock, and said, "The tribe members are moving, so I have to go back and help."

The Cardinal called her and said, "Wait a minute! Where did you get these...the larvae of the royal bee and the seeds of the plague? Also, what sacred magic did you use to transform it? Why don't I remember having taught you such a magic?"

Effier said: "Each tribe of our elves has a divine beast with different uses, and the royal bees are also one of them. As for the plague, we have preserved a little of the various plague seeds that have occurred in the Central Mountains over the past thousand years. This was originally intended to resist the plague. As for improving their sacred spells, it is the prophecy you taught me! It is really useful!"

"Prophecy?! This is impossible!" Constantine never thought that it would be this! And he couldn't figure out why Prophecy would have such an effect. Although this sacred magic has always been known for its inability to measure its results.

"There is nothing impossible. Haven't you been wondering why my soul is so pure? That's because I have a clear purpose, the simplest and most determined persistence, or in your words, I have faith. For this purpose, no matter what I do, I think that what I do is right. Therefore, my soul is naturally pure."

After Effier finished speaking, he looked at Constantine, and the sacred light flashed by, and said, "It's better if you go and find another pair of shackles of faith, your faith will shake."

Constantine laughed and said, "Your prophecy..."

He suddenly couldn't continue to say anything. Seeing Effier's beautiful figure jumping away on the rock, the Cardinal thoughtful.

At this time, the strong men had their own affairs. Except for Sius and Constantine who stayed in the newly built Oracle City, everyone else had dispersed. Roger and Froya were also sitting in the northbound carriage, guarding a small team of elves knights to return to the imperial capital.

Although he returned to the imperial capital in a carriage, although it was romantic, it took a lot of time. But Furoya insisted on doing this. Roger thought that there was nothing urgent to deal with in the imperial capital, so he decided to accompany the little fairy to travel and play in the mountains and rivers and return to the imperial capital. In fact, the northern part was still ice and snow at this moment. Looking around, it was full of vast wilderness, and there was no scenery at all times? But as long as this little fairy who could make people turn from love to hate and from hatred to love at all times, it was unpredictable and unparalleled, and no matter what kind of poor mountains and bad waters, they would immediately become immortal mountains on earth.

At this moment, in the carriage, the warmth is warm.

Froya kept poking the fat man's waist with her long nails, and there was still an electric fire on her fingertips, and she said, "What are you thinking about? What's the window looking good? Come and see me!"
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