Chapter 485: The Law of Life, the Prodigal Son Returns and Fights the Famine Knight! (1W)

The Land of Frost, Yomhaydn.

The wind was cold and the river of milk flowed on the snowy peaks. The Milk River was full of the breath of life, flowing through the desolate ice and snow, passing by the hungry and cold frost giant tribe.

The fur-eating frost giants stared blankly at the milk river flowing again, and excitedly ran around to tell each other. The giantess holding the baby leaned over, scooped up a handful of milk with shaking hands and put it into her mouth, her eyes suddenly reddened.

The babies cried loudly and the giants, with tears in their eyes, knelt down beside the Milk River that brought life, offering prayers and praises to the sacred snow-capped peaks.

The migrating elephants stopped, and the old man on the elephant’s back looked at the Ru River that stretched before them, tears glistening in his eyes.

With Yeats’s help, the milk of the cow Odumbra began to flow again, and the wind of revival once again blew over this cold and desolate dead land.

Shock, bewilderment and respect quickly spread throughout Yomhaydn, and the ancient and vast elephant calls echoed throughout the Frost Kingdom!
The top of the snowy peak.

Belmire, the king of the Frost Giants, stood on the top of the mountain. His tall body stood against the cold wind, overlooking the Frost Kingdom that was thriving because of the Milk River. The eyes on his ugly and ferocious face gradually turned red.

Belmire slowly turned around and looked down at the young and handsome god, his eyes filled with unprecedented respect. He knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and said hoarsely:

“Thank you… my master… you have revived the Milk River, saved the lives of thousands of frost giants, and brought life and peace to this world!”

The Frost Giants respect the strong. In the battle just now, Belmire was defeated by Yezhi. Although he signed a master-servant contract with him, he still felt a little bit uncomfortable in his heart.

However, after witnessing the miracle created by Ye Zhi, the tall king of the frost giants no longer had any dissatisfaction in his heart… Serving a god who saved millions of people is such a noble and proud thing!

The dried-up Milk River began to flow again, and countless frost giants survived. Belmire was completely conquered by the humans before him!

“I will build your temple in Yomhaydun according to my oath—”

The King of the Frost Giants said solemnly:
“You bring revival and life, food and hope, God of Food, we respect you!”

Boom boom boom!
Bellmire performed a great gift.

The cold wind blew the Valkyrie’s long silver hair, and Brunhilde’s stern face revealed an unconcealable surprise. She turned her head and found that Artemis’ eyes were also full of disbelief.

Defeating the King of Frost Giants was still within the comprehension of the two gods.

Since ancient times, Asgard has conquered Yomkhedon by relying on force.

However, to gain the heartfelt respect and faith of an entire race, what an amazing legend it is!

You know, the Frost Giants are vicious and difficult to deal with. They have always been regarded by the gods as barbarians who must be exterminated. Even the old God Kings have not found a way to completely eradicate them.

However, the God of Cookery used a method that seemed unreasonable.

He clearly looked like he was helping the enemy, yet he actually gained the enemy’s respect and awe!

“He was able to resolve the conflict between the Moonlight Goddess and the Dark Night Goddess. It seems that he did not rely solely on his handsome appearance as he modestly said.”

Brunhilde’s cold and beautiful face showed a trace of emotion, and she thought to herself:
“He possesses a kind virtue… This virtue is the key to influencing the Frost Giants!”

Artemis, dressed in hunting clothes, carried a short bow on his back, looked at Yeats with interest, and said with a smile:
“Although I didn’t catch any prey this time, I saw some magnificent scenery, so it was worth it!”

In the Central Courtyard Continent, everything is based on equal exchange.

The old god king sacrificed an eye in exchange for the qualification to drink the fountain of wisdom, thus gaining endless wisdom; in order to obtain the original law, Odin tied himself to the world tree for nine days and nine nights, and finally obtained the rune…

Yeats gained the new authority of ‘Wind of Revival’ at the cost of letting the cow Odumbra absorb his own [Law of Food], and made the Milk River flow again in Yomhaydun, gaining the heartfelt respect of Belmir, the King of the Frost Giants, and the Frost Giant Tribe.

Since the Law of Food was Ye Zhi’s foundation, when the [Salt Block] formed by the embodiment of the Law of Food returned to the Divine Realm, Ye Zhi could clearly see that the salt block had shrunk, and a deep feeling of fatigue surged in his body.

Fortunately, the loss of the Law of Food can be restored by itself over time, and the power of “resurrection” obtained from the Milk River has actually greatly increased Ye Zhi’s upper limit of divine power!

“Originally, I was at the peak of the eighth ring.” Ye Zhi complained to himself, “Now I am half a step to the ninth ring. Because I have many artifacts and a deep foundation, it is reasonable for me to leap to the ninth ring!”

So far, the goals of Yom Hayden’s trip have been exceeded.

After counting the gains from this trip, we not only obtained the key to restraining the law of famine, [Wind of Revival].

He also obtained the ‘Duel Godhood’ that would help Shiloh ascend to the eighth-ring true god, as well as an oracle tablet from the God of Light.

This stone slab is engraved with the prophecy of the God of Light, [Do not overdo anything], and the inheritance involved is related to the medical skills of the God of Light. When Ye Zhi digests the inheritance contained in this stone slab, he can completely call himself a “miracle doctor”!
Although his laws were damaged, he was tired and weak, but Yeats still smiled with satisfaction.

This wave is not a loss!

After licking the salt, the cow Odumbra fell into a deep sleep again. This giant cow stretched across three snow-capped peaks, and milk still flowed from its body, nourishing a large river.

When Bellmire saw Ye Zhi was about to leave, he suddenly became a little flustered and said anxiously:
“My Lord! What shall we do if the Milk River dries up again after you leave?”

Brunhilde was surprised to find that the current King of the Frost Giants actually regarded Ye Zhi as the savior of the Frost Giants, and his words revealed a deep dependence on him!

Yeats said calmly: “According to my guess, the salt I gave to the cow Odumbra this time is enough to keep the milk river flowing for three years…”

“As for what the situation will be like three years later,” Ye Zhi paused and said meaningfully, “That depends on how well you handle the things you promised me.”

Hearing that the Milk River could flow for three full years, Bellmil was immediately overjoyed. He patted his chest and said loudly: “Don’t worry! I will definitely spread the deeds of the God of Food and build an altar for you! I will let my people know that it was you who made the Milk River flow again and saved our people. You deserve love and faith!”

Frost giants living in the material plane may believe in the goddess of winter due to the influence of the environment. However, the frost giants living in Yomheidun have no faith, or only the most primitive totem worship, believing in the sacred bull perched on the top of the mountain.

The appearance of the God of Food filled the gap in the Frost Giants’ faith. In the heart of the Frost Giant King Belmir, Yezhi has become his spiritual pillar!

The power of the Frost Giants’ faith can also become a part of their own divine power… and this is the faith of an entire plane, its strength is incredibly strong, and it can still benefit oneself greatly even after achieving the Nine Rings.

Ye Zhi nodded with satisfaction and said, “No need to see me off, Bellmire. I will leave on my own in a moment.”

Belmire knelt respectfully beside the riverbed and said loudly: “Thank you again!”

Before leaving, Yeats remembered something very important and signed a vow with Bellmire.

Yeats, representing the messenger of Asgard and the material plane, said that as long as the frost giants did not invade the gods and the human world, the gods and humans would not invade Yomhaydn. On the contrary, if the frost giants started killing recklessly, Yeats would not only take back the blessing, but also return it double!
Belmire said that the Frost Giants have lived and multiplied in Yomhaydun for nearly a thousand years, and except for some exiled sinners, no one of their people has ever left this world.

“Our ancestors were forced to flee to the end of the world due to the punishment of the old God King. They built our tribe in a cold country where it was impossible to survive.” Belmire said, “The flame of hatred still burns in our hearts, but I swear, it is for our enemies… and you are the god we believe in!”

“There’s no need to flatter you. You just need to control your people and not invade Asgard and the human world.” Ye Zhi interrupted.

War is a Rashomon, each side has its own reasons. Yeats certainly hopes for peace, but sometimes… war is also a necessary measure!

“Yes, my Lord, I will keep my oath!”

Bellmère knelt on one knee and performed the chest-pressing salute in a very funny manner.

Like the Fire Kingdom, the Frost Kingdom had no alternation of day and night, only endless wind and snow. Ye Zhi roughly estimated that this trip would take a few days longer than the Fire Kingdom, probably taking about a week.

The main reason is that the Frost Kingdom is covered with snowfields and the scenery is monotonous and repetitive. Even Bellmire could get lost. On the way to meet the cow Odumbra, three days of effort were wasted.

It is easier to leave Yomheidun than to enter it.

Ye Zhi mobilized his divine power and drew a summoning rune in the air. A snowy owl flapped its wings and flew out of the magic circle. In the blink of an eye, a portal was built for Ye Zhi and his party.

“I wonder what the goddess Minerva would think if she knew what you did in Yomhaydun.” Artemis put her hands on her waist and looked at the snow-capped mountains before leaving. She sighed, “You actually became the patron saint of the frost giants! It’s incredible!”

“What’s so incredible?” Yeats said.

Artemis smiled and said:
“Because it sounds like an evil deity!”

“He is not a guardian god, he just helps the frost giants.” Brunhilde rationally smoothed things over for Yezhi, “There is still a big difference between the two.”

At this moment, the dark voice of the demon wolf Fenrir came from the holy land of Iceland.

“Haha…Compared to that blind, hypocritical old man, Ye Zhi is still more reliable!”

As soon as Fenrir was born, Odin tricked him into wearing shackles with lies. He broke free from the shackles twice, but was finally tied up by the wolf-binding chain that Odin had painstakingly crafted.

Yeats put himself in Fenrir’s perspective. If he were in Fenrir’s shoes, he would definitely hate this old man to the core!
Minerva speculated that the old God-King had not yet fallen, and had left some kind of backup plan…but it was not clear what this backup plan was, and it was also unclear whether he was an enemy or a friend.

Ye Zhi’s eyes flickered and he made a secret decision.

When surrounded by powerful enemies and in an environment of endless civil war, developing one’s own strength is the only way to go!
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God’s realm, Asgard.

Rose Hall.

The magnificent rose-gold palace is decorated with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and luxurious crystal chandeliers.

The magnificent light illuminates the bright profile of the goddess of wisdom.

She leaned against a golden chair, tilted her head slightly, put one hand on her cheek, and stared at the water curtain magic floating in front of her.

Only by sitting on the Supreme Throne can one rely on the power of this artifact to keep an eye on every corner of the Nine Realms. If other gods want to keep an eye on other planes, they need to rely on their own abilities, such as sending down the Chosen Ones, sending out spies, and so on.

In order to obtain information about other planes, Minerva sent out her sacred bird to fly to various planes.

In the Frost Kingdom of Yomheidun, Minerva’s owl also soars in the sky.

The water curtain showed a picture of a white-faced owl flapping its wings and flying over the snowy field.

Through its perspective.

Minerva saw the changes that had taken place in Yomhaydun, noticed the thriving Milk River, listened to the frost giants’ prayer “Praise to the God of Food”, and her eyes shimmered with a glimmer.

“The Frost Giants have always hated the gods and sworn to be enemies of them…Ye Zhi was able to gain their faith…”

The girl in a white dress with an olive wreath on her head raised a bright smile and whispered to herself:
“Dear God of Cookery…you always bring me many surprises!”

The Frost Giants have always been a major threat to Asgard. The current King of the Frost Giants has even obtained the duel godhood and possesses the strength of a true god, which should not be underestimated.

Minerva guided Yeats to Yomhaydn. In addition to asking him to retrieve the “Wind of Resurrection”, she also planned to use him to deal with the King of the Frost Giants.

Not only did Yeats exceed expectations, he also used a method that even Minerva had never expected… He signed a master-servant contract with the King of the Frost Giants, allowing the Milk River to flow again, and conquered this barbaric race with virtue!
Just as Minerva was sighing inwardly, the breath of teleportation magic spread from a corner of Asgard.

She looked intently, her deep gaze piercing through the clouds and mist, and saw the triumphant Yeats and his entourage.

Minerva stood up slowly and took a step towards the rose-colored carpet in the hall. A wave of space fluctuation immediately enveloped it.

at the same time.

As soon as Ye Zhi returned to Asgard with the help of the Snow Owl’s teleportation magic, he saw another space fluctuation appear in front of him.

Minerva appeared again, expressed her condolences and concern for Yeats and his party, and praised Yeats in particular, saying with a smile:
“Congratulations on gaining the faith of an entire plane, Your Excellency the God of Food… The spark of hope you have given me has grown stronger.”

Minerva is the nominal ruler of Asgard and a powerful god with nine rings.

According to etiquette, Yeats bowed and said:
“I got a stone tablet from the God of Light from Yomheidun. I believe you have known it in advance with the help of your holy bird… To be honest, I have a favor to ask of you!”

“Do you want me to help you master the bright heritage recorded on this stone tablet?” Minerva asked.

Ye Zhi nodded and said solemnly: “The inheritance of light and my holy fire complement each other… If I can obtain more light power, I can also contribute more to Asgard!”

Minerva smiled and said, “No need to be polite. I understand your thoughts… This is a very difficult road… But apart from you, I don’t know who else is qualified to try it.”

“So… please believe me, Yeats.” Minerva raised her bright eyes, her expression slightly solemn, “I will do my best to ignite the fire in your heart.”

Ye Zhi was slightly startled, and after weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he finally decided to trust this thoughtful goddess:
“Thank you, Master Minerva!”

For the next period of time, Yeats decided to stay in Asgard and digest the gains from this visit to Yom Haydn under the guidance of the goddess of wisdom.

Whether it is the “medical skills” inheritance in the Slate of Light, or the “resurrection” authority derived from the milk of the divine cow, it can bring one’s divine power to a higher level.

Yeats entrusted the duel godhood obtained from the King of the Frost Giants to the Valkyrie Brunhilde, asking her to find a suitable opportunity to grant it to Hildreda.

“Why don’t you give this gift to her in person?” The silver-haired Valkyrie seemed a little puzzled.

“I don’t want her to feel like she owes me anything, nor do I want her to feel like she got this godhood too easily. I believe that all rewards should be obtained after hard work.”

Yeats said sincerely:
“So, I hope you will continue to teach Hildreth swordsmanship and polish this ice blade until the day you think she is qualified to inherit the godhood, then you can grant her this cloak!”

Brunhilde stared at the blood-red cloak handed over by Yeats. This cloak, which was embodied by the “Duel Godhead”, was enough to give a sanctuary the opportunity to be promoted to a true god.

The silver-haired Valkyrie pursed her lips slightly, with a hint of admiration in her eyes, and took the blood-red cloak from Ye Zhi:
“You have good intentions. I will choose a suitable opportunity to tell Xilude…”

“And now, she is just like you and still needs to keep growing.”

Brunhilde said solemnly: “I swear to you, she will grow up to be an unrivaled swordsman… a god of duels!”

Ye Zhi nodded slightly.

The Valkyrie plans to take Hildurde back to Iceland for training.

With the guidance of the Icelandic queen and her duel godhood, plus Laofen’s occasional pointers, it was not out of reach for Hilde to be promoted to the eighth ring based on her qualifications.

The day of apocalypse is at hand.

Since my goal is to become the supreme, the overall improvement of my own camp cannot be left behind.

Otherwise, how can we build a new Asgard!

Yeats murmured to himself:

“As for Gray… we still have to pick a time to take her to see the Black Dragon King Nidhogg…”

Zuanya said with a bitter face: “Do you really want to go meet that black dragon? Can you not meet him?”

Ye Zhi smiled and said, “Of course not. You will have to take the lead to greet Nidhogg!”

The little squirrel kicked his legs and pretended to be dead on Yeats’ shoulder, saying with a crooked nose and squinting eyes: “I’m dead!”

The goddess of wisdom waved her hand lightly, and a breeze blew the diamond away. She said lightly:

“The God of Food will follow me to learn magic. All outsiders must stay away. From now on, Ye Zhi will start to practice hard!”

A month goes by in a blink of an eye.

The long summer has lasted for five full months.

The drought, locust plagues and famine on earth have reached a level like purgatory.

Yeats looked down at the human world from Asgard. Although he was extremely anxious, he knew that he should not be anxious and that improving his strength was the key.

While studying with Minerva, she taught Yeats a magic to control the sacred bird, called “Eye of True Seeing”.

You can send your own holy bird to patrol the nine realms and share your vision, thoughts and memories with it.

According to legend, there were two crows perched on the shoulders of the old God-King, named “Thinking” and “Memory” respectively. They flew around the world every day and then reported everything they saw and heard to the God-King without reservation.

Minerva’s sacred bird magic was inspired by Odin’s raven, and she passed all of this magic on to Yeats.

In the Second Age, the Old God-King sat on the High Throne, with two crows standing on his shoulders and two big wolves lying at his feet.

Yeats imagined himself sitting on the High Throne –

Then I’m afraid we’ll have to replace the crows and giant wolves with snowy owls and snow leopards!

During this month, Yeats studied with Minerva while sending out snowy owls to patrol the nine realms, and had a clear understanding of everything that happened in the human world.

A war officially broke out between the Roland Kingdom and the Shenting Empire.

The fuse of this war was a group of hungry poor people who were dissatisfied with the missionaries’ continued wealth accumulation during the disaster years. They gathered together angrily and threw the missionaries out of the window.

This incident was named the “throwing out the window” incident.

At this point, a war based on faith quickly spread across the continent of Midgard.

Although the Golden Lion Kingdom and the Roland Kingdom had an old grudge from the Hundred Years’ War, they formed an alliance in this war because they both admired the belief in the God of Food and worked together to fight against the coalition forces of the Divine Court Empire and the Papal States.

This large-scale melee, which originated from the reformation of faith, has drawn in all the human kingdoms on the continent!
As the belief in the God of Food spread among the people and Yom Haydn, Yeats could feel the power of God gradually growing every day, but his heart was gradually shrouded in gloom.

The more intense the war, the greater the influence of the laws of war in this world will be, and the power of the war knight will also increase day by day. For now, the famine knight is still an eight-ring power.

When the war escalates further, what we will have to face after defeating the Famine Knight is probably a god with great power…

Forty days later.

It’s already the end of October.

The weather should be getting colder, but it is still midsummer in the Central Garden Continent.

The vast majority of crops died, and only a few species survived. Large areas of life withered away, like wheat falling over.

Dust storms, locusts, drought, scorching heat…missionaries exaggerated these natural disasters as God’s punishment for mankind’s disrespect for the gods.

The idea of ​​the apocalypse spread further on the continent, competing with the Protestantism represented by the God of Food.

Outside of the main battlefield of war, the struggle of faith is also in full swing.

With the help of the eyes of the snowy owl, Yeats saw that the Sun King Louis personally led his army to conquer the empire by land, while the naval fleet of the Golden Lion Queen Theresa provided assistance on the ocean.

With Yeats’ current divine power, he could easily destroy the Papal States by sending down the holy fire…but he did not take any action.

Because this is equivalent to an unspoken rule on the battlefield, as if both sides tacitly agree not to use nuclear weapons.

There is a real “Supreme” in heaven hiding behind the scenes. Although he can directly attack the enemy’s lair, the enemy can also easily destroy the Kingdom of Roland and the Kingdom of Golden Lion, and turn the Morning Frost Ridge that Yeats painstakingly built when he was a human into a scorched earth.

What belongs to humans belongs to humans, what belongs to gods belongs to gods, and both sides have their own battlefields.

This day.

Yeats meditates beneath the shining Glasgow tree.

Suddenly, I had an epiphany, as if everything gave me enlightenment at the same time, and my blood flowed along with the rivers of the world.

This is an extremely mysterious experience. The handsome young man under the shade of the tree opened his deep eyes, and a spring breeze blew slowly.

It is the end of October and Asgard has entered late autumn. It is a beautiful golden world that exudes the freshness and coolness of autumn. The yellowed grass is like a soft carpet.

And with Yeats’ awakening, the wind of revival blows across Asgard, flowers exude fragrance, leaves sprout, the golden landscape of autumn is repainted with a layer of fresh green, and spring comes again!

On the roof of Valhalla, Glinkenbi was dumbfounded and scared to the point that an egg rolled under his butt!
It had no time to pay attention, and looked around in shock, exclaiming:
“God of Food, you did this? You can change the seasons of Asgard?”

The world of gods is different from the world of humans. The laws and restrictions of this place are much stronger. In Gullinkbi’s opinion, Yeats only has eight rings, but his divine power can affect the entire Asgard. He seems to be more powerful than those nine-ring true gods!
Ye Zhi ignored him and stared down at his palm.

In his palm, there was a crystal swan with its neck bent and divinity surging.

Yeats was thoughtful.

The Wind of Resurrection does not have the power to change the seasons, but is an authority related to the law of life.

It can revive the withered earth and make the dry riverbed flow again… just like a flourishing spring!
He turned his head and gazed at a rose bud that was about to bloom among the flowers.

Ye Zhi’s mind moved.

But the rose quickly exuded fragrance and stretched out its petals, which was beautiful beyond words.

Ye Zhi couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

Become!

A girl in a white dress came over, looked around at the spring scenery, and smiled slightly with surprise in her eyes:
“It seems that you have completely mastered the authority of resurrection… This will also help you master the laws of life in the future.”

“Which is more powerful, the law of life or the law of death?” Yeats asked.

“Of course it is the law of life.” Minerva said, “From nothing to something is much more difficult than from something to nothing. Throughout the ages, only the God of Light has mastered this law. It is precisely because of His fall that countless lives have withered in the world…”

“I have also mastered the medical skills in the Bright Slate.”

Yeats said: “The plagues and diseases of the mortal world are no longer worth mentioning to me. I can even heal the injuries of the gods.”

Minerva smiled slightly: “Then can you cure my heart disease?”

Ye Zhi asked, “What’s the problem?”

Minerva’s eyes were solemn. “The knight from heaven has appeared, and has landed in a pure land that He has not yet touched – the kingdom of elves.”

She waved her fingers gently, and a curtain of water formed in front of Yeats.

Through the picture, Yeats saw the endless sea of ​​forests.

Above the forest, a figure riding a black horse and holding a scale exudes an indifferent and terrifying aura, looking down coldly at the kingdom of elves.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Horseman of Famine!

“When you return victorious, Yeats.” Minerva turned her head and stared at Yeats, smiling slightly, “I will give you a reward.”

“No need for reward, I will do it myself.”

The silver-haired young man was wearing a silver-white wolfskin cloak, his eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered:
“Just fight for those who can’t fight!”

*
Alfheim, the kingdom of elves.

The Elf Kingdom, located deep in the endless forest, is like a fairyland with mist, lush grass, and towering ancient trees.

Huge old trees were built into the shape of tree houses, forming a city in the forest, along the rolling hills. At the top of the forest city, a magnificent and majestic palace was built on top of the giant tree.

Outside the palace were stationed fully armed male elf guards, holding spears, who stopped an elf in a bright red robe who tried to break into the palace.

“The palace is a restricted area, no trespassing is allowed.”

This elf looked dusty, even the precious red silk looked dull, and he had a thick beard on his face, which made him look out of place among the handsome elves. However, his voice was very pleasant.

“I am Perun, and I have come to see my mother, the current Queen of the Elves!”

The two guards were stunned and looked at him carefully for a moment, only to see the man lift his beard and reveal a familiar face!

“It’s Prince Peren!” the guard said in shock.

Another guard said incoherently: “How did you become so miserable now?”

“A war broke out in the Central Garden Continent. I went through great difficulties to return to my homeland.”

The unruly bard’s eyes unexpectedly became much more determined: “I want to see her… let her lead the tribe and prepare for war!”

The guard didn’t dare to stop him and quickly let him go.

Even though this prince was a joke among the elves and even left his home to wander around without permission, he was the only prince after all!
The elves have a low reproductive capacity, and the Elf Queen has no plans to remarry after her husband’s demise. It is very likely that Perun will be the future King of the Elves!
Perun walked in the palace of giant trees with big strides. The trunks were as thick as stone pillars, the naturally grown vines were delicate and neat, and flowers and butterflies dotted the trees. These familiar childhood scenes did not attract Perun’s attention. He was anxious and soon came to the main hall of the palace.

The main hall is spacious and bright, with sunlight shining through the skylight of the tree house, casting colorful shadows.

The Elf Queen was wearing a robe woven of gold and silver threads, with a young and beautiful face, a crown on her head, and a scepter inlaid with gems in her hand. She stood on the balcony, looking at the white clouds in the sky with a gentle yet majestic gaze.

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Footsteps sounded.

The Elf Queen slowly turned around, her eyes fell on the person who came, and her expression was dazed for a moment.

Elves don’t age easily, but when Perun with a full beard stood in front of the Queen, he looked more like the Queen’s elder.

Peren pursed his lips, his clear eyes flickered slightly on his sloppy face, and then he knelt on one knee and whispered: “Mother… I’m back.”

The Elf Queen’s eyes were a little red. A dozen years was just a blink of an eye for the elves, but it seemed extremely long to the mother and son who were thousands of miles apart.

“I’m glad you’re back.” The Elf Queen said calmly, “You look much more haggard, Perun. I hope it’s not because of indulging in sensual pleasures.”

“My love is dead,” Peren said suddenly.

The Elf Queen sneered: “You have many lovers.”

Perun did not reply, but continued, “I met a human girl in the temple of the god of love… She was very ordinary, a girl from the countryside. Compared with my previous lovers who were as dazzling as diamonds, she was like a pebble on the riverbank, so ordinary and so dull.”

The Elf Queen said nothing, but just listened quietly to the child’s confession, complaints and sobs.

“But… I don’t know how, I fell in love with her.” Perron said, “I found that in my mind, except for her, all the previous shadows disappeared… I like the freckles on her face, the ballads she hummed while washing clothes by the river, and the adoring smile she gave me when she listened to my performance…”

“And then?” the Elf Queen asked softly.

“She’s dead,” Perron said. “I went on a long journey to write my immortal masterpiece… When I came back, the shadow of war had spread and her village had become a ruin.”

His cheeks were pale and the muscles on his thin face twitched like spasms, as if he wanted to smile bitterly but couldn’t control himself.

The Elf Queen was silent for a moment, then said, “This is not like you, Perun.”

“Mother…” Peren raised his eyes, like a drowning person longing for rescue, and said with tears in his eyes, “How much I love her, she is like a shepherd, who found my sheep-like gentle and pitiful soul in the empty wilderness… But she died just like this, as quietly as she was in life, as silent as the wind blowing off the leaves on the tree…”

Perren’s throat choked, he suddenly lost his voice, and cried with his hands on his face.

The child’s deep pain infected the Elf Queen. She wanted to reach out and comfort Perun, just like she did decades ago. However, her dignity as a queen made her suppress her emotions. She nodded nobly and said:

“So, why did you come back?”

“I don’t want any more lovers to separate…”

Peren stopped crying and raised his red eyes.

“Mother, let me go to the battlefield.”

The Elf Queen looked at Peren, slowly closed her noble eyes, her chest heaving slightly, and she pursed her pale lips, as the scenes in her mind flashed one by one.

Her most beloved and only child was raised by the Ancient Tree of Life since birth. For a hundred years, the Elf Queen was busy with government affairs and had never seen her own child.

When he grew up, Perun indulged in sensual pleasures and left behind a lot of romantic debts, which made the Elf Queen furious. She expelled him from the Elf Kingdom and forbade him to return to Alfheim for ten years.

During the ten years, the Elf Queen occasionally heard rumors about the child, saying that he was still as romantic as ever, making friends with people of all races, which made the Elf Queen sneer.

However, the expulsion order had expired, and Perun had not returned for a long time, which made the Elf Queen a little worried. She sent a messenger to secretly inquire about the whereabouts of the child.

The Queen learned that her child had become a priest of the Temple of the God of Love, with the aim of spreading the way of great love… This made the Queen a little confused.

And today, the child knelt in front of him, pouring out his pain, disappointment and sorrow, and talking about his dead lover.

That ordinary human girl who could make a romantic bard stop in his tracks must be a very good girl.

It’s a pity…I didn’t get to meet her.

When Perron needed his mother the most, she was not able to be by his side…

The Elf Queen opened her red eyes, looked at Perron calmly, and said slowly:

“Are you sure…you want to join the army?”

“I am willing to become the guardian of the holy tree and protect Alfheim until the day when the war ends.” Perren knelt on one knee, pressed his hand to his chest, and his voice was hoarse.

“Okay.” The Elf Queen tried her best to stop the trembling in her voice, “I promise you.”

“Even if you die on the battlefield, I hope you won’t regret it.” The Elf Queen raised her proud snow-white neck and said tremblingly, “Because you are my Estelle’s child… You were born noble, born to fight for the love and truth in this world!”

“It is my honor to give my life for love.”

The bearded elf gave a tired smile, and one could vaguely recognize the handsome look he had ten years ago.

at this time.

A piercing and sharp alarm sounded, piercing the sky above Alfheim!

“My Queen, the enemy is attacking!!”

The sacred tree guards rushed in.

“There are millions of locusts pouring into the Endless Deep Sea, and an Eighth Ring Level being has appeared above our city!!”

Queen Estelle’s expression changed slightly, and she struck the tree bricks with her jeweled scepter. A water curtain magic unfolded, reflecting the scene of a swarm of locusts covering the sky.

“Shoot arrows!!”

The Knight Commander of the Holy Tree Guard, a nimble short-haired female elf named Quinna, has led the Holy Tree archers to resist at the front line of the battlefield.

Following Quinna’s order, the elves’ rain of arrows collided with the locust army, but it was like pouring a bucket of boiling water on an oncoming glacier, the effect was minimal!

“There are too many locusts. Knight Commander Quinna is almost unable to hold on.”

The Holy Tree Guard said, “She asked you for reinforcements and asked you to send a legion of mages to help!”

Elves are naturally good at magic. The wizard troops of the Elf Kingdom ride small elven dragons, and their combat capabilities are second to none in the Midgard continent.

“Reinforce Quinna immediately.” Queen Estel made a prompt decision, “I will deal with the Eight-ring True God in front of the main city!”

Queen Estel currently only has the Holy Land. Although the elves possess many artifacts handed down from ancient times, she is not confident that they can fight against the Eight-Ring True God.

“Your Majesty, is it too dangerous?” The Holy Tree Guard hesitated.

Estelle said angrily, “If even the Queen is timid, then who can we count on to protect Alfheim?”

She took off the pearl crown on her head and placed it on the throne. Her beautiful flowing golden hair looked like a lioness.

Perron, with a full beard, opened his mouth, and the words that came out of his mouth turned into a completely different name:
“Her Majesty the Queen!”

Estel looked back at the Elf Prince and saw his determined look. She nodded and said:

“Perren, listen to my orders! You join the Elf Dragon Phalanx and fight against the Scourge together with the Holy Tree Mage!”

“Yes, sir!” said Peren.

The sky above the main city of Alfheim, the kingdom of elves.

Dark clouds rolled, the wind howled, and it seemed that endless pressure was looming over the city.

The knight was wearing jet-black armor and riding a black warhorse with spread bone wings. He held a scale in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, with a cold fire burning in his eyes.

The giant beast spread its wings, stirring up a strong wind mixed with the smell of decay, and the trees in the main city of the elves quickly withered in the strong wind.

The elves in the city looked up in horror, and endless despair quickly spread!
The Famine Knight raised the black sword in his hand high, and a withered aura enveloped the silent elven city. Just as he was about to chop it down, a golden light shot up into the sky.

Queen Estel was dressed in military uniform, with her golden hair tied into a braid, holding a longbow, and she said coldly:
“Heavenly Fang! This is not the place for you!”

The Famine Knight remained silent and swung the black sword.

clang!
Chop the arrows shot by the Elf Queen into pieces.

Rumbling–

The Famine Knights mobilized their bone-winged black horses, carrying rolling black clouds and thunder, and launched a charge!

Boom! !

The two domains collided in the sky above the Kingdom of Elves.

The aftermath spread out in all directions, and wherever it touched, all the grass and trees withered!
……

(End of this chapter)