Chapter 749: Sudden Change, Elf Lament

Inside the Elf Temple, Andiya and Lingyun sat facing each other.

In Lingyun's hand, a small green Light Spear was slowly rotating. Intricate patterns coiled around the Light Spear, flickering with starlike points of light.

"Lingyun, I always have an ominous premonition in my heart, as if something bad is about to happen," Andiya said to Lingyun with a frown.

"You have an ominous premonition in your heart?" Upon hearing Andiya's words, Lingyun paused; the light of the Light Spear in his hand wavered, then stabilized once more.

One must know that Andiya is a top-tier powerhouse on the Continent, possessing a mysterious connection with the world. For her to have an ominous premonition, it was clear that something major had occurred that could affect her.

"Can you find the source of this feeling?" Lingyun asked.

"It's not very clear; it feels as if it's being obscured by something, but one thing I can be certain of is that the source of this ominous premonition must be the Orc Empire," Andiya said, a trace of unease in her tone. "Ever since the Blood Demon Beast was eliminated by Saeko last time, the Orc Empire has been quiet, but I always feel that a greater storm is brewing in that place."

"The opponent's goal is to use Spirits to complete a Blood Sacrifice. Spirits? Oh no, Andiya, is there a Half-Elf Auction House within the Orc Empire?" Lingyun's expression changed abruptly.

"The Orc Empire has always been xenophobic, and entering it is no easy task. However, in the royal city of the Orc Empire, there is indeed a Half-Elf Auction House, and we Spirits also use this auction house to trade some things with the Orc Empire," Andiya said. "But, Lingyun, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Just as Lingyun was about to say something, a mournful bell toll suddenly rang out from the top of the Elf Temple, spreading throughout the entire Elf Kingdom.

"This, this is the Warning Bell set by the Goddess back then. How could this bell suddenly ring?" Andiya's expression changed drastically.

"Quick, let's go to the top of the Elf Temple to see; something major has happened to the Spirit race!" Both rose at the same time, turning into streams of light as they dashed toward the top level of the Elf Temple.

At the top level of the Elf Temple, looking at the constantly swaying Elf Warning Bell, a trace of pallor appeared on Andiya's face.

"This is... the Elf Lament?" The Elf Queen, who had just arrived at the top of the Elf Temple, also had a very grim expression.

Orc Empire, Beast God City.

In the Imperial Palace of Beast God City, within a remote palace, a bloody scene was unfolding. The interior of the palace had been set up as a large altar at some point, and countless corpses lay scattered across it. Judging by the appearance of these corpses, these people were all half-elves. The gruesome wounds on the bodies demonstrated the cruel treatment they had suffered before death.

"Orc Great Shaman, Dimolin? Don't think that what you've done is foolproof; His Excellency the High Priest will know about this sooner or later, and you Orc Empire will surely pay the price for this!" In the center of the altar was a half-elf with chains piercing his body and limbs, covered in blood. The half-elf widened his pair of pale cyan pupils, staring fixedly at an Eagle-man standing in front of the altar.

"With my Fate Power acting as a cover, do you think it's possible for Andiya to know about this? Besides, shifting the blame for this matter onto others is not a difficult task for me," Dimolin said coldly. "However, you half-elves really are trash; killing so many of you only equals one Spirit!"

"So that's how it is; your true goal is the Spirit race, but you fear the ability of High Priest Andiya and can only ambush us half-elves," the half-elf let out a cold laugh. "Do you think you can really hide this from the High Priest? The High Priest's strength is beyond what you can imagine! And the power of us half-elves is also something you cannot imagine!"

From the half-elf's body, tiny green light spots began to drift out, hovering in mid-air and gradually transforming into a withered yellow color. Seeing this scene, Dimolin's expression changed drastically; he discovered that the strength of the half-elf in front of him was increasing in a way he could not comprehend at all.

"You, what are you doing?" Dimolin felt a great crisis from these light spots.

"Dimolin, I said it before, you will never understand the glory of us half-elves. Now, just wait for the High Priest's pursuit!" The half-elf roared, and the chains binding him began to collapse rapidly; his body was actually transforming toward the direction of the Spirit race.

"Elf Lament!"

The moment this half-elf completely transformed into a Spirit, the withered yellow light surged, sweeping toward the surroundings. Dimolin's pupils constricted; he had not expected that this half-elf, who had already been heavily wounded and was Near Death, could still release such power. A faint light rippled around him, carrying him as he quickly left the palace.

Under the effect of the withered yellow light, the entire palace began to decay and collapse. Finally, a beam of withered yellow light shot straight into the sky, disappearing only after several minutes.

Inside the Elf Temple, Lingyun and the others looked at the image displayed by the Warning Bell with grave expressions. Both Andiya and Mengniya clenched their fists, their auras rippling constantly; they were clearly furious to the extreme.

"Orc Empire, Dimolin, you all deserve to die!"

A terrifying aura erupted from Andiya, and the ground beneath her feet shattered inch by inch. The powerful hurricane formed by the aura almost blew Mengniya, who was standing beside her, away.

Just at this moment, a figure stumbled into the top level of the Elf Temple, and upon looking at the figure on the Warning Bell, their face turned pale in an instant.

"Great Elf Envoy Jienuo?" Looking at the Great Elf who was usually well-mannered and controlled the Wind Power become like this, there was a trace of doubt in Lingyun's tone.

"Kuner is Jienuo's nephew and also the junior he values most. Although he is a half-elf, he holds a fairly high status within the Spirit race," Andiya explained to Lingyun.

"Your Excellency High Priest, Kuner, he..." Jienuo looked toward Andiya with a pale face.

"Kuner triggered the Elf Lament; unless he was stopped on the spot, even if Her Majesty the Goddess were alive, she could not save him," Andiya's tone was full of heaviness. "Kuner is a hero, and his name should appear on the Holy Stele. I will leave this matter to you to handle."

Although he had been mentally prepared, upon hearing Andiya say this, a trace of disappointment still uncontrollably flowed from Jienuo's eyes. Even though leaving one's name on the Holy Stele was the highest glory for all half-elves and even the Spirit race after death, he would now rather trade this glory to get his nephew back.

"Your Excellency High Priest, Dimolin dared to kill the half-elves of the Half-Elf Auction House and used them for a Blood Sacrifice; this is a provocation against our Spirit race!" Mengniya said to Andiya, gritting her teeth.

"That's right, this is indeed a provocation! It seems that the destruction of the Konuoduo Slave Hunting Group last time was not enough to let those people witness the iron fist of my Spirit race. Then this time, let the Orc Empire witness the fury of our Spirit race!" Andiya said coldly.