Underneath the Tree of Life in the Demon Realm, Falai Fa Sheng, wearing his gorgeous armor and pressing the slender and exquisite sword at his waist, stepped up to a tall tree root.

Standing in front of him was a large phalanx of elven soldiers, all dressed in equally fine armor and carrying quivers full of feathered arrows behind them.

Each of these well-armed elven soldiers is an elven magician, and they all have the level of magicians, and some have even reached the realm of the Great Magus.

Now they were the only elven troops that could fight all the time, numbering around 23,000 men, of which 3,000 were unicorn cavalry, and the rest were traditional infantry phalanxes.

If this army is destroyed, the elves will basically lose their combat effectiveness, of course, with their combat ability, it is not easy to destroy such an army.

Today, at this very moment, right now, these elven soldiers gathered in the barracks around the Tree of Life, waiting with their heads held high for a moment that they did not know whether it would be humiliation or glory.

"Gentlemen...... There's still a minute to go. Falai glanced down at his pocket watch, raised his head and said to the dozens of high-ranking elven officers standing in front of him.

"I don't know whether to cry or laugh." An elven officer looked at the vine battle flag on the towering flagpole on the edge of the school field in the distance, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated.

"Yes, it's a difficult decision......" Farley put down his hand holding his pocket watch and glanced at the human man in military uniform standing beside him, "Grand Duke Casterna, the ceremony can begin." ”

"Thank you, the flag-lowering ceremony has officially begun!" Archduke Castena, dressed in the general's uniform, made an upright posture and sang loudly.

Falai made a gesture in the direction of the flagpole, and then commanded, "Lower the Vine Battle Flag!" ”

"Woo...... melodious horn of the elven clan, tactfully in mournful music. The vine flag, fluttering at the top of the flagpole, began to descend little by little at the sound of the trumpet.

All the elves' faces were full of sorrow, and they looked at the battle banner that belonged to them, and without defeat, little by little, disappeared into their eyes.

An elven girl bowed her head and sobbed, her red eyes uncontrollably covering her mouth with her hands.

Beside her, another elven female warrior choked and clenched the magic longbow straddling her chest, whispering to comfort her comrades. As a result, I was comforted and comforted, and I couldn't help but shed tears.

"The Elven Empire used to be a great country." Archduke Castena held out his hand to Falai: "It will always shine in the history of the Irranhill Empire, and will be remembered forever by the world." ”

"Hope, Andrea Woman...... Hopefully, her decision is right......" Falai also stretched out his palm, shaking it with Castena's hand: "From now on, the Elven Empire no longer exists. ”

"Yes, now, you belong to the Elven Dominion of the Irlanhill Empire, congratulations, Falaifa Saint, you are already a citizen of the Ranhill Empire, and you are also a general of the Ranhill Empire's army." Castena smiled and said to Falai lightly. Nuancai Literature Network

As the Minister of Defense of the Irlanhill Empire, at least in terms of establishment and personnel, the Elven Clan Law Saint in front of him is under the jurisdiction of Casterna.

"Stand upright! Play the Anthem of the Irranhill Empire! The drums sounded intensively, and the elven officer led by him raised his chin and shouted tears to give the order that he had practiced for a long time, but still did not want to speak.

"Flag-raising ceremony, start now!" With a faint sobbing, the majestic music of the Iran Hill Empire sounded, and the black golden eagle battle flag, dotted with vines, was thrown away by the flag-raiser in the wind.

It is a unique flag belonging to the Elven Dominion, with vines on the flag of the Ellanhill Empire, representing the Elven Clan's affiliation with Aeranhill, but with a high degree of autonomy under Orchidhill's rule.

A day ago, the Elven Queen Andrea and the Irlanhill Empire Emperor Chris signed the "Ellanhill-Elf Agreement", which includes the "Elven Empire's Announcement on the Revocation of the Imperial Name", the "Elven Empire's Voluntary Merger into the Ellandhill Empire's Announcement", and the "Elven Queen's Abdication Announcement".

In short, from this time on, the Elven Empire, which has lasted for more than 10,000 years in this world, has officially become history, and the Elven clan will continue to live as citizens of the Ellan Hill Empire in the future.

"The Temple of the Moon God is ours?" Falai stared at the rising national flag and asked the Grand Duke of Castena beside him.

Grand Duke Castena shrugged his shoulders: "According to the treaty, the elves will get the right to use the Moon Temple, but the right to jointly research and develop is shared by Iran Hill and the elves. ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Falai: "When that flag is raised to the top, the treaty will be fully effective......

"From this day forward, the Irlanhill Empire will be our homeland...... Our loyalty will also be offered to His Majesty the Emperor of Irlanhill......" Falai drew the sword from his waist and held it in front of his face, swearing solemnly.

"Loyal to the Empire of Ranhill! We are willing to dedicate our lives to His Majesty the Emperor of the Irlanhill Empire! Long live Iran Hill! Long live His Majesty the Emperor! All the elven soldiers drew their swords, held them in front of their faces, and read their oaths aloud.

This is what they have to do, and it is also the step they must go through to join the Irlanhill Imperial Army. Every soldier had to take an oath to give his allegiance to the Emperor.

"Now, we're a family." At the moment when the flag was raised to the top, Castena once again stretched out his hand and said to Falai with a smile: "On behalf of the Imperial Ministry of Defense, I once again welcome General Falai to join. ”

"Thank you...... Thank you. Falai was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his palm and shook it with the other party. He was not used to contact humans, and hundreds of years ago, a magician like him was still a god-like existence in front of humans. No one can make him shake hands, and he doesn't disdain human handshakes.

But now, this handsome middle-aged man standing beside him has another identity, so he has to stretch out his hand and show his friendliness.

Because this man is the father of the Imperial Princess, the Minister of Defense of the Empire, the royal family of Iran Hill......

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