The elves in Silvermoon City have received high-quality education for several generations, and if there is no external force to intervene, they will spontaneously maintain order and restore stability, although they are as powerless as flowers in a greenhouse to face the erosion of chaos, but these elves are indeed a rare high-quality group in this era.

A large number of elves who had been freed from madness came out of their hideouts, shelters, their faces pale, as if they had experienced a nightmare from which they could not be awakened.

The intense confrontation between the mental and physical planes drained their physical strength and passion, and the fight between them and their companions frustrated them.

Shuma He, who had crossed the ocean from the Song Empire, had seen similar scenes, and he suspected that there were deeper lies and conspiracies here, and he was also worried about the extent to which the elves were tempted.

The promises of Chaos have never been false, there has never been immortality, no way to be freed from suffering, and no shortcut to power.

The elves of Silvermoon may have received some rewards before this, but they will pay the price—their youth, their health, the world they depend on for their livelihoods.

Some people have taken refuge in Chaos out of madness and desperation, and some have summoned Chaos out of ambition and impulse, but this is meaningless, the only thing Chaos is willing to give is eternal suffering.

Shumahe has witnessed too many people in the Loess District, starting with a good wish to do good, but ending in eternal purgatory.

At the same time, he firmly believes that the best outcome for Silvermoon City is to put himself under the rule of the New Dynasty, at least the officials of the New Dynasty have a lot of practical experience in how to manage and clean a city that has been corrupted by chaos.

Riddle, the Serpent King, sat in an elaborate chair handmade by the elves, whistling to a tune to a folk song popular in his homeland hundreds of years ago, which had long since been reduced to death by a plague, and no one in the world remembered it except him.

Although Tom Riddle was sent to Kelmohan Castle as a child, and only had the opportunity to return to his hometown sixty years later, when his parents and relatives were long dead, he still liked to live in a wooden house on the edge of the town in his spare time.

Sometimes he would pretend to be a passing doctor to dispense herbs for the townspeople, and sometimes he would disguise himself as a poor merchant who had gone the wrong way, and in order to recover his losses, he had to sell his goods in the town at a low price.

Until one day a few decades ago, when the Serpent King returned from a trip to a place in the northern wasteland to collect a rare demonic plant, he found that his hometown had disappeared.

The town was reduced to ashes, and the inhabitants were reduced to dry bones in the dirt, because the tragedy had happened so long ago that no one in the surrounding villages even remembered what had happened in that town, except for a few elderly watchmen who vaguely remembered that there had been a plague there.

The Snake King Riddle is the head of the Snake School, he is a veteran demon hunter, and with his rich experience and patience, he has restored the truth of the matter in the ruins bit by bit.

A sudden plague has swept through the town, and a passing demon hunter happens to spot it, and with his keen sense of smell, he senses the conspiracy hidden behind the plague.

A boy who is dying, a great mother who takes risks for the sake of her child, a tragedy that ends in the triumph of Chaos, a passing demon hunter who arrives too late, and who has no other way but to bury the entire town to prevent the plague from spreading completely.

Riddle, the Serpent King, understands his peers, and he would make the same choice if he were to do so, especially in the places he didn't dare to touch, and there was always a question about whether Chaos had something to do with his seclusion here.

"A false world, a game destined to end in tragedy, a bunch of poor creatures manipulated by fate." The Snake King Riddle muttered to himself in a gloomy voice as the sound of digging was getting closer and closer overhead: "Power is the only truth in this world, even in the Chaos Realm, you are a player, I am also a player, who is not a player?" ”

"The nearest point of contact is only seven meters deep, but the craftsmen must rest, human." The elven scholar looked at the huge pit, where several elven craftsmen tripped over the dirt under their feet and fell to the ground, and then lay there asleep, and had to remind the demon hunters: "They have been working for fourteen hours straight, the craftsmen need to rest, the mages need to meditate, and no one can hold on any longer." ”

"I don't want to talk to you about the eight-hour workday at this point, Elf." In the past fourteen hours, Xu Yichen has been standing in place in a [meditative] state, and since last night, the closer he got to the underground control room, the more intense the sense of crisis in his heart became.

The feeling of having an enemy far beyond his ability to deal with it was so clear that it was as if someone was standing behind him and holding his 75-caliber revolver against his head.

For the sake of safety, he has mobilized his authority to let Nangong Yujun set off overnight to support, originally Ai Feilar is the person with the strongest combat power he can mobilize at present, but the current enemy is likely to come from the Chaos Realm, so it is too risky for the witch to appear on this occasion.

And [Heart of Machinery] was carried by Yang Yuefan a little earlier and escorted to Anthony Port.

The Witch King's envoy had recently been stationed in Wangxiang City, and Yang Yuefan felt that it was a little inappropriate to put the [Heart of Machinery] in the same city as him.

Led by the Marines, the elves eventually persevered, and of course, the Marines' muskets loaded with gunpowder and ready to fire also played a big role.

When the black-armored samurai, who ranked second in combat power on the surface of the Retribution Warband, arrived, they were only less than two meters away from the underground base.

Standing at the bottom of the pit, I can already vaguely feel the vibration caused by the convergence of a large amount of energy, the elven mages have completely become ordinary people here, and all the magic energy spontaneously converges to the magic array under their feet.

"Nangong Yujun reports!" The black-armored warrior jumped down at a height of more than ten meters from the ground, as if a bomb had been smashed on the ground, and the hideous armor shape and the magic technology represented behind it made the elves feel dizzy.

This was the first time they had confronted the product of the cutting-edge productivity of the human race, and the shock it brought was hardly less than the civil strife in Silvermoon City, and the elves present were all core figures who had participated in the 'Well of Eternity' project, and they naturally had the foresight to see the subtleties.

"We've been shut up for too long." The elven scholar muttered to himself.

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