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Because there is no need, because they are destined to be nothing more than a batch of cannon fodder.

However, in the eyes of Malekith, the existence of these 'cannon fodder' is his fellow-clan, the cornerstone of his revival of the empire, and surrender to his dark elves.

In his own eyes, the hairy and bloodthirsty monster is a nobleman in gorgeous clothes, while the ghoul wielding his sharp claws looks at himself in the mirror as a knight wielding a holy sword.

Such a contrast is very interesting in the eyes of arrogance and rage.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, Malekith and his army are just a group of cannon fodder thrown out as a reference for experiments in the final analysis, whether it is life or death, ill-fated, wise, or crazy.

A tool man is no longer useful when he achieves his ultimate goal.

Under the command of the Witch King, the army of the Carnivorous Court marched towards the last stronghold of the elves.

The laughing Malekith is about to capture the last fortress and win the most beautiful crown in his life.

Then, he too will end his pathetic tool life.

...

"...Is that really the only way to go, Riveria?"

On the top balcony of the Holy White Stone Palace, Loki stared deeply at Riveria who was wearing the elven crown in front of him. After a moment of silence, he said softly

"Our race, the elves—is hopeless."

Riveria stared at the distance calmly, her eyes seemed to see through the distance of thousands of miles, locked in front of the not-too-distant Pure Land City

Although she was not there, Riveria almost saw the collapse and destruction of the city.

The failure of their elves was doomed as early as the moment the war started.

Their enemy, the cunning and cruel, powerful and ruthless Witch King Malekith, just used some ingenious plots and methods to provoke them.

The five major city-states of the elves, starting from the first collapsed and destroyed Valhalla, Malekith spread the seeds of distrust all over the Vincent Forest, making the five major city-states of the elves suspicious of each other. Arrogant and unresponsive.

He made the elves attack and suspect each other, unable to twist into a rope, and also led the elves to target foreigners.

Because the elves looked down on any race other than themselves, this extreme xenophobia was fully exploited by Malekith. As a result, the elves themselves cut off communication and assistance with the outside world.

As for Riveria, the Elven King, she did nothing.

After all, she was not a proper king at all. She has the blood of the noble Alf family, but she is too young compared to the elves, and her father never taught her how to be a qualified king.

He even faced all these disasters as a mage. The clumsy counter-attacker Malekith's conspiracy was countered by Malekith, and he even lost control of the five major city-states of the elves.

However, in a few months, the long life of the elves may be equivalent to a day or two for humans, and most of the Vincent Forest has fallen.

When the fall of Eden City started, it was too late for the only remaining Ashley and Pure Land to react.

The enemy's general situation has become.

The forest of Vincent is full of beings suffering from the outbreak of plague, creatures and plants howling in the overflowing virus. But instead of dying, they became worse living beings.

Trees turned into plague trees that were constantly flowing with rotten sap and parasitized with poisonous insects. Flowers mutated into poisons sprayed with spores. As for animals, they turned into plague zombies that host countless microorganisms.

Vincent Forest used to be a 'lively' forest, but now...they have become even more 'lively'.

Riveria realized that by the time this crazy infection swept through, the elves had lost their homeland.

Regardless of whether she can kill Malekith or not, this war has been a complete defeat for the elves.

The elves who have lost their homes will only become the same inevitable decline as the little people—or even worse, because the elves' slow nature is not in tune with the impetuous outside world.

Under various problems, the decline of the race has become an unstoppable trend. And all Rivilia can do is to save the last bit of incense from the elves.

She sent all the elves in Alfred Wang Sen to the outside world as much as possible, to be precise, to Orario.

Her own race would definitely suffer and beating there. Riveria knew that the arrogant elves would definitely be broken in their pride in the city blessed by God, but under the suffering... they will always learn to adapt.

It's not that Riveria hasn't begged for Olalie's help, but even God O, who is best at medicine, couldn't solve the plague that overflowed the forest for a while.

Moreover, Malekith will not sit idly by.

The final battle has arrived, and Riviera, as the king of elves, will advance and retreat with her homeland. But... she still has the last card.

"Rivelia, you can bring your people to Olalie, or go to other places. There is no need for you to be buried here."

Loki couldn't bear to look at Riveria, the second child to join her family, a role like a mother in Loki's family

In essence, Loki is a god who is very bearish about life and death.

In other words, most gods are very pessimistic about life and death. For the immortal gods, the death of a mortal child is nothing more than the return of the soul to the sky to experience reincarnation. They will always meet again, maybe the K at that time is not the same person as before, but for God O, it is no different.

But... I understand, I understand, but Loki really doesn't want to lose such an important partner to the family that he built up by himself, this family-like collective.

"So, can you help us restore all this?" Riveria asked in her heart.

She didn't say this incomprehensible, somewhat uninteresting question. Because she already knew what the answer would be.

Loki will not use divine power, no matter how reluctant she is, she will not violate this lowest rule.

Riveria doesn't hold a grudge against Loki, but since asking a question that already knows the answer will only hurt each other's feelings, why ask?

"Even if we retreat, is Olalie really safe?"

Riveria asked softly.

"These plagues, those undead monsters... Can Olalie really stop them?"

The Vincent Forest is the biggest barrier for Olalie to the outside world, passing through here is the flat plain, and then Olalie—this means that the Vincent Forest is equivalent to the only barrier for Orario to the outside world.

Without the barrier of the elves, those plagues and undead monsters will spread to Orario. In the end, they still couldn't avoid the war, let alone——

And the black hand who is almost all of this, the once joke, and now the Ragia Empire that shakes the world.

"Aris..." Loki murmured the name that was once a joke in her mouth with an ugly face

Not only him, but also the Alliance of Gods of War he represented. The crimson soldiers he built had indeed shaken Olalie's power. And in the eyes of the pawn they released—Witch King Malekith, the next war must be merciless.

This time it will be completely different from the situation where I used to write about war and read about communication. Only one of Ares and Olalie will survive, and judging from Olalie's current strength, their chances of winning are extremely low.

Loki wanted to say something, but Riveria interrupted her directly, smiling softly

"There is no need to say anything more, Lord Loki. This is the land where I was born and raised. I was born here, and my soul will return to the sky."

"The job of guarding me is left to everyone... Lord Loki, don't tell Finn the truth before everything is over."

Riveria clasped her hands together, and what appeared under her feet was an ancient magic circle stretching across the entire Holy White Stone Palace, penetrating into the ground of Wesen Forest, reaching tens of millions of meters.

During this period of time, Riveria has not done nothing.

Since she was doomed to be unable to play a qualified elf king, Vilia simply used her own way to protect her hometown, using the way of a mage.

She pinned her hopes on the great enchantment that once protected the elves thousands of years ago, but the final result was mixed.

Her magic can repair the Great Barrier of the Elf, but the long years of damage have caused damage to many nodes in the Great Barrier that absorb atmospheric magic essence.

If these nodes are to be repaired, it will take at least several years. The time that is nothing to the elves has now become the worst reminder.

Then, there is only one way in the field of magic to make up for this lack of time.

That is to let Riveria herself, as well as those forest sages, play the role of the node that absorbs magic essence.

A large amount of magic essence will be absorbed by them from the atmosphere, and then fed back to the great enchantment under their feet. But such a thing is like raising a lightning rod to charge in a thunderstorm. As an intermediary, Riveria, as a living body, will definitely be killed by a large amount of magic essence.

Even Riveria isn't sure if her soul will ever be perfected...but this is the last chance.

She must stop Malekith and his dark army, as well as the endless plague sea, and lock this world-destroying disaster in the forest of Vincent.

She will dedicate herself to this world, to her people, and to this world.

The rumbling thunder fell from the dark clouds, and the darkness in the distance gradually approached.

Loki, who was in a trance, suddenly remembered the words in a book he had read at Mu Feng.

In the war against darkness, even if it is just a stalemate, it is already a victory.

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Chapter 101. Dark Tide

"Time is up."

Standing outside Alfred Wangsen, Malekith overlooked the magnificent Holy White Stone Palace, the current royal city of the elves, and the last habitat of those who betrayed him.

Malekith's expression was a little dazed, and he began to recall, recalling his terrible half life.

The Phoenix King, who was supposed to become an elf, died tragically because of the despicable frame-up and betrayal of his fellow clan. His soul wandered unwillingly and did not want to go to the sky to reincarnate. He witnessed his country being swallowed up by disaster and destruction.

The wise and brave prince in the past sank in the most despicable betrayal in the world. Lose what you love, end up seeing your country fall, and lose everything.

Pain and regret filled his soul, and finally fell into the bottomless abyss along with endless curses.

Buried, struggling, mad, and roaring in the darkness for countless years, he was finally chosen by a 'thing' that was close to a god.

He was endowed with the power of revival, the dark magic of vengeance, and the bringer of disease and death.

Then he was brought here, before the nation founded by the descendants of the traitors of yore.

What should he do? Give them love, or declare the return of the king?

No, he wants revenge, he wants the former traitor to taste his pain! Soothe the hunger of your soul with all these destructions! ! !

Malekith's face under the mask became extremely ferocious, he clenched his fists, but suddenly screamed in pain.

"Ah!!!! These—what are they—no, this is wrong!!!"

Malekith screamed in pain, countless memories flickered in his mind, all of this was completely different from his first half of life!

That is not the memory of Malekith, not the memory of the Witch King! There was nothing familiar to him in that picture!

There is no Ulthuan, no Caledor, no Phoenix King in this world, let alone - Malekith! ! !

It's all fake! is fake! ! !

He turned his head around in horror, only to see the true appearance of those elf troops who were supposed to be brave and mighty, a group of ugly bloodthirsty undead!

He screamed and let go of the black sword in his hand. This frightened and embarrassed look completely ran counter to the image of the Witch King.

"Hey, if I knew it, I wouldn't play such boring cosplay."

A faint sigh sounded in Malekith's mind, and the fear in his heart was magnified by hundreds or even thousands of times. He clenched his fists and roared in fear.

"Who are you? What's going on? What have you done to me?"

Arrogance has no intention of explaining anything to him, after all, this is just a puppet that has been washed and stuffed with some false memories—to be honest, if it wasn’t for him to play and fill the civilization gap and Bad taste, it is better than him to have a machine without blood and tears.

After all, even though his soul has been damaged after countless years of silence, there are still some memories engraved deep in his mind.

No, once it erupts, it becomes such a virtue. The rejection reaction of the soul is too serious, not to mention that it will be out of control, it will be a huge harm to his soul itself.

"Forget it, you don't need to continue acting after this scene."

An arrogant and cold voice sounded in his mind, and the Philosopher's Stone that had been implanted in advance also functioned under the urging of arrogance.

Malekith's frightened expression froze instantly, and the memory in his mind was reset again. After being in a trance for a while, he mechanically picked up the black sword that fell on the ground, and looked at Alfred Wangsen again.

His gaze once again became extremely cold, and once again became in line with the appearance of the Witch King.

"My proud and stupid kind..." Under the sly and conspiratorial low-pitched ridicule, the Witch King took a few steps back and slowly raised his hand.

Although he is very confident in his legion, the first wave of attacks... will be left to Nurgle's Plague Walker Legion.

Escape and the spirit-devouring plague in the forest spread slowly. From the layer upon layer of forest, one after another, the plague corpses screaming and wailing, slowly rushed towards the glowing city.

Elves, humans, dwarves, tigers, wolves, and elks, almost all the animals that exist in this forest have been transformed into plague corpses carrying countless plague hives, executing the only instructions of the plague that occupies the brain.

Find more lives, and each...bring them more Fatherly Gospel!

The mighty plague walking corpses slowly entered the territory of Alfred Wangsen, and Malekith patiently chose to wait for the result of the battle.

These dirty plague walking corpses are not powerful, but they have extremely tenacious vitality, and the plague hives that are almost infected will become diseased.

Malekith has never worried about capturing Alfred Wangsen, yes, he will succeed!

Malekith stepped on his right foot in disgust, but for some reason, he always felt weird on the sole of his foot.

...

"I'm starting to miss the days of exploring dungeons more and more."