Chapter 78

World Tree is the scientific name. In the Elven race, it has another title—God of Life. It is it that bestowed life upon the Elven race and protected them to multiply and thrive.

Elven Queen Galadriel's expression lifted: "Really? Where?"

Kaelandail said: "I don't know, the distance is too far, the God of Life can't sense it, but it's certain it's not within the Elven range."

The Elven Empire is all under the coverage of the World Tree's divine power. If it were within this range, it would definitely be able to sense the specific location.

"Find it, send people to find it. No matter where it is, even in the abyss, find it." The worry on Galadriel's face disappeared, replaced by excitement and agitation.

Before, even buds couldn't sprout, just like infertility. No matter how much sentiment and power there was, there was nowhere to release it.

Now it's different. Now it has sprouted, the remaining goal is just to find it. That is no longer her own responsibility, but the mission of everyone in the entire Elven Empire.

"What if it's in the human sphere of influence?" Kaelandail said worriedly.

Galadriel said without hesitation: "If he is willing to return the World Tree seedling, the Elven Empire is willing to pay any price, including me."

"What? Your Majesty!" Kaelandail screamed.

Galadriel, known as the most beautiful Elven Queen in history, her beauty is that kind of otherworldly beauty. Her eyes are as deep as the starry sky, her facial features are perfectly proportioned, and every angle has a different beauty. Just this face alone is enough to make people never tire of looking at it.

Since she ascended the throne, countless humans have been infatuated with her over the years. Of course, none dared to express it formally. It's just that in the black market, various products, peripherals, and original flavors related to the Elven Queen are very numerous, almost all of which are fake, shoddy, and pirated, yet they are very popular among humans.

A spiritual painting of the Elven Queen can sell for more than five thousand magic crystals, and there is a market but no supply.

The so-called spiritual painting is a work depicted by spiritual mages on canvas using magic. Watching such a painting, one can feel that the person in the painting is like a living person walking off the canvas, lifelike.

But even such paintings are difficult to present Galadriel's beauty, and many are even fake, because many painters haven't even seen the Elven Queen herself, so how can they draw spiritual paintings? They just find an Elf and use their imagination to draw randomly.

Once, a powerful person was bold enough to offer a reward for the Elven Queen in the black market, but before this reward could be posted, the powerful person himself was raided, and the royal family was furious and stripped him of his title.

The lesson from the Tiwan Empire is still there; this is still a struggle between two human empires. If something really happened to the Elven Queen, then humans and Elves would really be in an endless struggle.

The Elven Queen, who is so beautiful that people covet her even if it means the destruction of the country, now says things like 'willing to pay any price', including herself.

Kaelandail asked hesitantly: "What if it's a disabled person or an old man, is that okay too?"

Galadriel had black lines on her face: "I mean, even if the price includes sacrificing me, it's okay. Where did your thoughts go?"

"Oh oh oh, it's that kind of price..."

But involving the World Tree, sacrificing the Elven Queen might not necessarily work. Kaelandail had to ask: "What if humans firmly refuse to hand it over?"

Galadriel smiled: "Auntie Auntie Auntie Lan Dai, do you know how the Light Church, which has the most believers in the human world, harvests faith?"

Auntie Auntie Auntie Lan Dai is Kaelandail's nickname, and only those close to her would call her that. If it weren't between relatives, when calling her this way, it means they are going to talk heart-to-heart.

Kaelandail's expression became solemn, adding a bit of seriousness. She understood Galadriel and knew that the following words must be treated with caution.

"The Light Church will launch a Holy War to continuously harvest faith. Eliminating heretics is just an excuse for them; the real purpose is faith. The God of Life is our god; it relates to the rise and fall and survival of the entire Elven race. It is worth paying any price to protect it. If humans refuse to hand it over, then, launch a Holy War, the Elven Holy War."

A huge crossbow arrow was placed on the eagle-style siege crossbow. Four tall Elves struggled to string it and adjusted it to the highest shooting position. The crossbow arrow did not have a sharp metal arrowhead; instead, it was a huge whistling arrow.

The bowstring made of World Tree fibers suddenly contracted and tightened. The whistling crossbow arrow shot out, emitting a sharp, long whistling sound, spreading far away.

In the shade of the forest, an Elf heard the sound of the whistling arrow, his expression lifted. He nimbly flipped onto the treetop, his sharp eyes capturing the crossbow arrow cutting through the sky, and immediately pulled a whistling arrow from the quiver behind him and shot it into the sky.

With the spread of the sound, every few dozen to a hundred meters, a whistling arrow would shoot up from the treetop, as if relaying the sound. Even if the crossbow arrow lost kinetic energy and fell, the whistling arrows shot by those Elves did not stop. They spread like ripples, spreading all the way to the entire Elven Empire.

Deep in the dark forest, in the shadow where there was nothing at the roots of the tree, a hand suddenly lifted its hood, revealing a face tattooed with exquisite magic patterns. The shadow was twisting, and an Elf's figure was revealed in the shadow.

"The wailing of the Elves? What happened?" The magic-patterned Elf looked up at the sky.

Hands kept reaching out from the surrounding shadows, lifting hoods, revealing figures one by one. In the shadow where there was nothing, dozens of magic-patterned Elves had actually gathered. They all looked up at the sky in unison.

After being dazed for a while, the magic-patterned Elf suddenly remembered what this meant. She put her fingers in her mouth and blew, and a whistle sounded.

Black panthers leaped down from the trees, carrying the magic-patterned Elves and disappearing in the direction from which the whistling sound came.

In the Elven village beside the stream deep in the forest, an Elven family was eating dinner, all looking dazed when they heard the whistling sound.

Before long, the village guards shot relaying whistling arrows into the sky, and then the older Elves came out to explain the meaning of the whistling sound, causing an uproar.

That night, the female Elves put on leather armor, brought dry food and weapons, said goodbye to their husbands and children, and embarked on the journey.

Teams of Elves walked out from the depths of the forest, like trickling streams converging into a creek, creeks converging into a big river, and the big river turning into a flood.

A giant tree rose from the ground, shook off the mud carried by the roots on its feet, and slowly took steps. In the forest, countless such giant trees moved slowly. The Elven race's war treants had moved.

All the power converged to the edge of the forest, the Elven city of Green Leaf City, which borders human territory. When the endless stream of Elven warriors, archers, mages, war giant trees, eagle-style giant crossbows, two-headed flying dragons, etc., surged toward Green Leaf City, the entire human world was shaken.

The Elven Empire had moved. They were like a World Tree with deep roots and intertwined branches. The moment they moved, the whole world was shaken by it.

The high-level officials of all human countries held a high-level remote meeting through magic arrays. The respected Emperor Frederick rarely roared uncomposedly:

"Who is it! Who is it! Who captured the Elven Queen?! Why has the entire Elven Empire moved! Although Galadriel is beautiful, she is already over two hundred years old, older than your grandmother's grandmother! Are you crazy!"

Frederick sprayed for a while, and an attendant leaned over and whispered something. Frederick was stunned: "What!? The Elven Queen is fine? Then, are those Elves crazy?"

All countries almost simultaneously received the diplomatic note from the Elven Empire: "Hand over the World Tree seedling, and you will gain the friendship of the Elves. Destroy the World Tree seedling, and we will launch a Holy War, endless and unceasing."

Ah? World Tree? Seedling? Holy War? What the hell? All human countries were dumbfounded.

Anthony, who was also attending the meeting, was secretly puzzled: "World Tree? Why do I seem to have heard this name recently? Where did I hear it?"

"Oh, by the way, the God of Knowledge, it said it was researching how to plant the World Tree. Hehe, what a big tone. The God of Knowledge went to research how to plant the Elves' God of Life. Can that thing be planted?"

Returning to the secret room, two Black Knights floated out in low spirits, including Polk. Anthony used an element converter and two hundred thousand magic crystals to exchange back the Holy Remains and Polk.

"How do you feel?" Anthony asked. After exchanging them back, he rushed to the meeting and didn't have time to ask about the situation.

Polk shook his head: "I feel very bad. A lot of my memories have been erased, I don't remember many things, and now my soul is dizzy."

Anthony showed an 'as expected' expression and nodded: "Worthy of being the God of Knowledge, considering quite comprehensively, even guarding against old friends. Forget it, you go down, have a good rest."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Polk and the other saluted and retreated. Suddenly, Polk stopped and turned to ask: "Your Majesty, did you also erase some of our memories?"

Anthony nodded frankly: "Of course, you know how critical my position is now. I must erase some things in your memories; otherwise, if such a situation occurs, I will be very passive. I hope you understand."

Since the Majesty spoke so frankly, Polk and the other were relieved. Yes, if some memories weren't erased, what if they were captured again like this time? Wouldn't everything be leaked?

Saluting again, the two Black Knights retreated.

Anthony sat in place with a stiff face for a while, suddenly unable to hold it, let out a breath, scratched his sparse hair on his forehead, and muttered: "These children are getting harder and harder to fool."

First cast a group purification spell to clean up the faint aura remaining on the Black Knights, then move out the Holy Remains, and sacrifice the Holy Light to shine on it.

Under normal circumstances, the Holy Remains can be resurrected by a priest, but this time the angel went to do private work, so only Anthony could do it himself. For a time, the Holy Light was flourishing.

According to the standard of the Holy Light Ang used to resurrect the Angel Skeleton, the Angel Skeleton needed seven thousand Holy Lights, but this Holy Remains only used three thousand. I don't know if Anthony's Holy Light was too strong or the Holy Remains were too weak.

It took seven days to resurrect the Holy Remains in stages. Before the angel woke up, Anthony leaned into the angel's ear and made a strange muttering sound.

When the angel woke up and saw Anthony, it reported: "All heretics have been cleared."

Anthony showed a kind smile: "Well done, child, may the Holy Light be with you."

In the Abyss of Rest, completely unaware that it would cause such a big shock, Ang, Negris, and Lightning were discussing the dozen or so seedlings.

Lightning asked eagerly: "Can I eat one?"

PS: There is more tonight, asking for the first order.