In the Name of Empress

Chapter 679 383: Victory! (Part 2)

The last Elf race on the South Continent has long been at war with various Yehu around them, so the ruler is the Grand General.

Because the population of the race has been reduced to only three hundred thousand, many positions are dual roles, and the Grand General is also the leader of the Female Hunter Unit.

As the individual with the highest status and the strongest combat power, the Grand General is naturally controlled by the Golden Ancient Tree through the most stringent means.

In the battle just now, she continuously attacked, causing the greatest damage to Roland.

Looking at the blood seeping from the corner of Roland's lips, the Grand General was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised the Moon Blade and slashed at her own neck.

Her movement was so fast that if Roland had not been constantly observing her unstable mental state, it would have been too late to stop her foolish action.

Roland's thrown sword precisely deflected the Grand General's Moon Blade, preventing her suicide but not completely stopping her self-harm.

The bloodstain on her neck was clearly visible, sharply contrasting with her fair skin.

Roland rushed forward without hesitation and slapped her hard across her charming face.

"Fool! If I wanted you dead, I would have acted just now!"

"I do not allow anyone to harm my kin, not even you!"

Roland sternly reprimanded.

His voice was extremely severe, with a hint of painful regret in his words for unfulfilled expectations.

The Grand General paused, picked up the Moon Blade, and swung it towards her face again.

This time Roland did not stop her, intuition told him that a smart person would not do foolish things twice in a row.

He was just a bit curious about what she was up to.

The Moon Blade flashed like electricity, passing before her nose, strands of green hair falling like snowflakes.

Sure enough, it was the old move of cutting hair as a substitute for a vow, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, secretly giving the Grand General a thumbs-up.

He hadn't expected her to even know how to do this.

Just as Roland was thinking about what words would both reprimand the Grand General and reassure her submission, the Moon Blade rose again, blood spraying onto Roland's face like scattered red plum blossoms.

The upper half of her pointed ear was precisely cut off by the Moon Blade, even forming a beautiful arc similar to the contour of Roland's ears.

Elves' ears are sensitive, with dense nerves and exceptionally acute sensation, this cut felt several times more painful than any other place.

The Grand General furrowed her brows slightly but endured without making much noise, only letting out a restrained hum from her nose.

"Sinner Aivir pleads guilty to the Great Sage."

Looking at Aivir's ear, which was still bleeding, Roland couldn't help but sigh: "You need not do this, protecting the kin is indeed the duty of the Great Sage, you and the kin were all controlled by the trees, helpless, there's no need to overly blame yourself."

As he spoke, a milky white Holy Light surged from the palm of his hand, drifting towards Aivir.

He was a Holy Knight, with great control over Holy Light.

He simply did not worship the Goddess of Light, but not lacking belief in Light itself, thus he could still skillfully use Holy Light.

He did not acknowledge the so-called Goddess of Light Tiya, the fact that such a person could ascend to a Light Divine Position spoke volumes of its low gold content.

After separating the Goddess of Light from Light Attribute Power, Roland's command over Holy Light became increasingly skilled.

He knew this was the power of Divine Cutting, but Christine did not think so, she was delighted, believing it to be the reward of Roland's increasingly devout faith.

In this regard, Roland remained silent.

If Christine knew he gained power by cutting ties with the Goddess of Light, she would most likely explode mentally.

The power of belief is always so obstinate.

Roland wanted to heal Aivir, yet she instinctively stepped back, even wanting to evade.

She was a pure Elf, how could she accept treatment other than through the Moon Well and Natural Magic?

But she was guilty for offending Roland, and grateful for his forgiveness, though internally conflicted, she had to grit her teeth and pinch her nose to accept.

Seeing her conflicted expression, Roland of course knew what she was thinking.

After completing the treatment, he raised his right hand solemnly and declared: "Companions, our kin are now few in number, henceforth, no self-harming acts shall be permitted. Aivir, you are the last one."

"As you command!" Even the proudest Elves dared not meddle in front of the Great Sage, everyone responded in unison, including the singled-out Aivir.

The Elves secretly eyed Roland, silently speculating about his thoughts.

Roland surely wouldn't let them overthink, briskly issuing orders while they were emotionally unstable.

"Everyone listen, I'm giving you half a month to gather your things, and follow me north, to return home!"

The word 'return home' carries an indescribable powerful appeal for the wandering and homeless.

The emotional surge triggered by these words even surpassed the shock of the Great Sage's appearance.

From now on, they would be people with a home.

After the Elves cheered without regard for their image, Roland raised his right hand again, seriously adding: "This time I not only want to bring you home, but also bring back the Earth Spirit descendants to the north."

The Elves fell silent.

Earth Spirits are enemies of Elves, this is a memory engraved in their bones.

Even though both Elves and Earth Spirits have declined over time, this deeply rooted memory over millions of years remains unerasable.

The Elves looked at each other, at a loss for words.

If not for the Ancient Tree Disaster being resolved by Roland beforehand, they would surely have jumped up to oppose, but this time the entire Elf race had been saved by Roland.

Without the Great Sage, the Elves would've ended the final era as mere tree slaves in disgrace.

Elves are stubborn and proud, yet they also know how to repay kindness, they would never oppose the savior and the current sage of their race.

Tradition versus reality, yes or no?

The answer in the Elves' hearts is no, but they understand that Roland needs a yes, so they chose or.

Silence can sometimes serve as a voiceless protest.

An unspeakable awkwardness spread among the crowd.

Seeing the situation heading towards an irrecoverable direction, Grand General Aivir had no choice but to step out to represent the kin and remind Roland.

"Great Sage, are you referring to the Earth Spirit Race of the Third Era that has been at odds with our race for countless millennia, with blood debts aplenty?"

"Yes." Roland calmly replied.

Aivir fell into deeper silence.

She had given Roland a chance to provide explanations or even deceive, but Roland rejected it without hesitation.

Roland knew what she was thinking, but once a lie starts, it cascades limitlessly.

To cover lie A, one must create lies B and C, then more lies to cover lies BC, and so on. Eventually, the lies will be uncovered.

Why tell lies when they will eventually be exposed?

Roland understood the Elf race, as long as their pride is satisfied, everything is negotiable.

He smiled as he introduced the current dire situation of the Earth Spirit Race to the Elves.

"Their current plight is lamentable. As once mortal enemies, I do not wish that we fought against incompetents throughout the era."

Roland was shifting the concept, some perceptive Elves noticed this, but some were convinced by Roland's words.

The Elf's historical status is likely to be linked with the Earth Spirit.

If the Earth Spirit was a bunch of losers, then what does it make the Elves, who were evenly matched with them?

Even those determined that Roland was shifting the concept found this point irrefutable.

Though they were aware Roland replaced "the Earth Spirit of the past were world rulers" with "the Earth Spirit of now are losers" to create a fixed impression, they had no grounds to dispute it.

The public does not wish to trace back history and provide a fair evaluation of the Earth Spirit.

They merely continue to disparage the Earth Spirit while attacking Elves along the way.

Seeing everyone fall into silence, Roland quickly seized the momentum, continuing to state the benefits of taking in the Earth Spirit.

Firstly, the Earth Spirit Race and the goddess and her lackey Divine Punishment Legion are mortal enemies, irreconcilable.

Secondly, taking in the Earth Spirit Race confirms the outcome of the Third Era's duel of the twin spirits.

The Elves won.

The majority of Elves accepted Roland's statement.

They may not fully agree, but they had no choice but to accept it.

Only Aivir felt a sense of melancholy, softly sighing: "We too were rescued by you, it's not really a win."

"Who said so? You were saved by the sage of your own race, am I not an Elf?"

The Elves' spirits were lifted.

Indeed, Roland was their sage, not the sage of the Earth Spirit.

They indeed won, and they won brilliantly.