Chapter 224

Three were Overwatcher-type assassins.

Four were Black Moon Magic Instructor-type spellcasters.

And three.

Were Black Moon Priestess-type archers.

Among them—

The Black Moon Priestesses were the most peculiar.

They were completely different from the silver centaur race.

They did not use normal bows and arrows.

But magic bows and arrows.

In normal times.

They had no bows and arrows in their hands.

But in wartime—

They could directly condense the power of magic to form magic longbows.

The power was immense.

Kingsley and Pope, the two veteran powerhouses who had been epic-level for many years.

In terms of strength.

Were both a line weaker than the Black Moon Priestesses.

"Respected Chieftain Eluni."

High Priest Hog looked ahead at Eluni, who was standing quietly, and bowed with a smile.

"Chieftain Eluni, hello."

Deputy Priest Ret, Kingsley, and Pope hurriedly followed and bowed.

For a legendary powerhouse.

One naturally needed to show respect.

"High Priest."

Eluni returned the salute.

And nodded with a smile to Ret, Kingsley, and Pope.

Subsequently—

She looked at the little ones who were following behind Hog, looking around.

A faint look of doubt appeared on her face:

"High Priest, this is..."

"These are seeds with spellcasting talent that I have sought from various races in accordance with my Lord's divine decree."

"However..."

High Priest Hog shook his head gently, a wry smile on his face:

"Their talent is not very good."

"I understand."

Eluni nodded gently:

"Since it is my Lord's divine decree, my Black Moon Elf race will naturally do our utmost to help."

"Let them stay here for three months; it should be able to improve their spellcasting talent quite a bit."

Hog smiled and bowed:

"Thank you, Chieftain Eluni."

He also felt a little relieved in his heart.

Although.

He was the High Priest of the Thunder Cult.

But the Black Moon Elf race was too strong.

And their talent was also strong.

What's more.

The great deity had never said.

To let the Black Moon Elf race obey the orders of the Thunder Cult.

Therefore—

He came to Tranquil Village.

He could only discuss it.

If the other party didn't agree.

He could only stare blankly and couldn't do anything.

It was impossible.

For such a small matter, to report it to the great God of Thunder, right?

"Both you and I are saints of my Lord, no need for this."

Eluni shook her head.

Next—

These thirty-two spellcaster seeds of various races.

Built a few houses one kilometer away from Tranquil Village.

And settled down.

Tranquil Village.

Was all female elves.

Naturally, it was inconvenient for these youths of various races to live there.

In the hearts of all Black Moon Elves.

Their bodies and souls.

Belonged to the great deity.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Keep up!"

"You lowly half-orcs, hurry up!"

In the vast wilderness.

An army of massive scale was marching.

In the sky.

Four legendary bone dragons roared, casting large shadows.

The white bones made one feel cold from the bottom of their heart.

Beside them.

There were three Soul-Reaping Death Scythes holding huge scythes, riding nightmare beasts burning with hellfire.

They wore wide black robes, and their heads and faces could not be seen.

Only two faint ghost fires could be seen floating quietly in the black robes.

On the ground.

A small detachment of Terror Knights rode smaller nightmare beasts, walking in the jungle.

Each Terror Knight.

Exuded a terrifying undead aura, comparable to epic level.

Making those cruel and tyrannical dark elves in the rear stay far away.

Not to mention.

The large number of half-orcs driven by the dark elves.

Everyone's face was filled with fear.

Not only fear of the dark elves.