In the Name of Empress

Chapter 677 382: Fire Wall Fire Wall_2

Kromi didn't spell it out in the following words, but everyone understood.

Even Yehu Commanders couldn't get past the Earth Spirit Race, so what could they use to intercept Roland?

In fact, Kromi knew, as did these old fogeys, that they understood the comparison of strength, they were just being stubborn.

Even if their strength was lacking, they had to act as if they were still capable of fighting, otherwise, they'd lose face.

When Roland personally came to visit, these old fogeys still displayed a lukewarm attitude, nearly causing Kromi to faint from anger.

If it were the era when Earth Spirits and Elves contended for dominance in the Third Era, he wouldn't bother with the affectation and wouldn't show any favorable expression to the Elf Race Wise Men.

But the era had changed.

The Elf Race, though in decline, produced two exceptional talents.

Whether it was Roland or Sylph, as long as they appeared in the South Continent, they could easily save their people.

The Earth Spirit Race had no such young talents, and they had declined.

Whether willing or not, this was the truth.

Kromi decided to bow to reality; even enemies were a type of relationship. After Earth Spirits and Elves finished their love-hate journey in the Third Era, they both started declining. Even if Earth Spirits lived gallantly, Roland might even lend them a hand.

Yet, the old grunts in the race couldn't let go of their ridiculous pride, driving Kromi to utter fury.

Seeing Roland about to leave, he couldn't afford to waste time and acted directly.

He decisively initiated a coup, making several old Wise Men "step down for the good of the people."

There was even one old Wise Man who refused to step down gracefully, died of a "cold," and had a passive graceful exit.

Kromi acted quickly, barely managing to seize control before Roland left, thus having the opportunity to rush out urgently and swallow his pride to secure a future for the race.

Though compromising with the Elf Race was somewhat humiliating, Kromi believed that in the future history of the race, he would have a heavy and colorful chapter.

He was not young; he needed to consider his historical position and the race's future.

Those old folks who prioritized pride over the race's future must be swept into the rubbish of history.

Thinking about having to preserve the big picture and cover for these old grunts in historical records made Kromi feel his blood rush to his head.

Fortunately, everything was on time. Next, he still had to persuade the conservatives to take care of the big picture, head north together, and prepare for a great migration. This would be the migration of three hundred thousand clansmen, even with Roland escorting them, meticulous preparation was a must.

May everything go smoothly.

"May everything go smoothly."

Approaching the location of the Elf Race descendants, Roland felt a subtle anxiety, whispering quietly.

He was not making a wish, merely soothing his inner unease.

For some reason, he always felt the situation would be worse than Kromi described.

Lisa sensed Roland's nervous mood, held his hand, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, as long as we are here, everything will get better."

Hopefully.

Roland took a deep breath, urged the unicorn to speed up, and continued forward.

The unicorn charged toward the Elf Race territory at maximum speed.

Entering the dense forest, Roland imagined countless ways of meeting, like an arrow piercing the clouds, a cold and stiff Elf Forest Ranger blocking the path, or a valiant Female Hunter riding a Moon Blade Beast to obstruct.

However, there was nothing.

No people, no War Ancient Tree, no Moon Blade Beast, nor any piercing arrow.

It felt like a completely unguarded empty city.

Just as Roland felt increasingly uneasy, the forest finally stirred.

What greeted him was not Elf Archers, Female Hunters, nor Elf Mages, but a group of furious ancient trees.

They uprooted themselves, attacking the enemy!

The forest erupted, countless giant trees turned into War Ancient Trees, surrounding Eden.

"Invaders, lay down your weapons, surrender immediately!"

A booming voice echoed from the forest.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, there was still defense, indicating that the Elf Race was merely downcast, not entirely doomed.

He willingly stepped out of Eden, quickly recognizing the leading ancient tree.

Identifying the ancient tree was not difficult—the blue barked trees were War Ancient Trees, green barked trees were Guardian Ancient Trees, and the closer the bark was to gold in color, the higher the tree's status.

The golden ginkgo tree at the highest position among the ancient trees was the core of the Flower Sea.

Roland's gaze locked onto the central golden tree, solemnly stating, "Respectfully, forest partners, I am the contemporary Wise Man of the Elf Race, ordered by the Empress to bring you home."

Contemporary Wise Man, Empress, going home?

These words left the ancient trees bewildered; they had no clue when the Elf Race had an Empress, nor recognized the so-called contemporary Wise Man.

A young ancient tree, full of doubt, inquired of the leading golden ginkgo tree, "Elder Ruder, those elves are already our servants, so where did this Empress come from?"

Roland's expression instantly changed.

No wonder Kromi said the state of the Elf Race was indescribably bad.

It was unclear whether that guy was unaware or unwilling to say too much, skipping the most critical part.

The golden ginkgo tree was also annoyed; the young forest partner, with no shrewdness, revealed everything in front of the crafty outsiders, exposing themselves on the spot.

Before he could explain, Roland on the other side had already taken action.

Elf Sylph had once detailed the history of the Elf Race's decline to him.

At that time, the Elf Race was indeed declining, but not at a rapid pace. The Ancient Tree Disaster severely accelerated the downfall of the declining Elf Race chariot.

Ancient trees with independent thoughts were extremely dangerous, history had long proved this point.

This wasn't some revival match; it was clearly a nostalgia server, and it came with a full replica, including the Ancient Tree Disaster.

Since these ancient trees had already overturned the heavens, enslaving the Elf Race, Roland didn't bother wasting words with them.

"Lisa, act!"

He shouted loudly, while simultaneously raising the Holy Light Shield to protect Lisa, who was about to unleash a massacre.

No one understands forest destruction better than a Fire Mage.

At the moment Roland issued the command, Lisa, who had been prepared for a long time, had already taken action.

"Fire Wall!"

For cumbersome and flammable explosive units, the fire wall is the best choice.

The fear of fire in trees is a memory ingrained in their marrow, even if they become intelligent ancient trees.

The golden ginkgo tree, watching the instantly ignited flames, was forced to retreat by the scorching heat waves.

Of course, it was unwilling to wait for death, calling for surrounding partners to scatter while summoning distant Elf servants for protection.

The sound of footsteps arose, countless members of the Elf Race appeared swiftly.

Despite Roland wielding the Sage's Staff to prove his identity, the elves still launched their attacks regardless.

Seeing their empty eyes, Roland knew they were already controlled, unable to act independently.

He didn't want to harm any tribe members; after all, they were controlled.

But he also didn't want himself or Lisa to get hurt.

Watching the ignited forest and the smoke and flames rising skyward, Roland knew Lisa was going all out to burn the trees.

He didn't urge Lisa nor wield his sword against the tribe members, instead, he raised the shield again.

Even though he acquired the [Vanguard of the March] tier at Tier Five, gaining strong attack power, the essence of a Holy Knight is still a hexagonal profession with defense surpassing offense.

Unmoving like a mountain, he blocked between the Elf Race members and the fiery field.

Arrows rained down on him, with the Holy Light Shield raised high, the clinking sounds resembled raindrops hitting a window, yet penetrable they were not.

Swords and daggers shone, he inserted the shield into the ground; a shield wall appeared out of thin air, forcibly blocking the charging Elf Race warriors on the other side of the wall.

The Female Hunter riding the Moon Blade Beast appeared.

Roland's long-cherished Elf Race ace unit was dispatched.

The spinning Moon Blade flew toward him, producing a piercing screech, fiercely striking Roland's shield.

No less than an ace unit, their strikes were harsher than Elf Archers; the shock caused by the Moon Blade absorbed mostly by the shield, yet still, a portion was conducted to Roland.

Looking at the Female Hunter leader's cold eyes, Roland's lips curled slightly, even in a smile.

The Female Hunter leader was slightly taken aback, a thought flickered in her chaotic consciousness.

"What is this foolish human smiling at?"

If Roland could hear her doubt, he would surely laugh heartily and reply that he was happy his tribe's strength was still intact.

But his smile lasted only half a second before it vanished.

Those damned ancient trees, after four eras, still plaguing the tribe.

Burn them all, burn!