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Although the elves gathered together, they managed to support the magical barrier that defended the city. However, this barrier was still not powerful enough compared to this apocalyptic flood. The whole glorious and magnificent city, surrounded on all sides by the great flood, was like a lonely city, which could collapse completely at any time. The same is true of the magic barrier that stretches out.

Torrential rain from the sky, rising water levels, and a flood that continues to grow in power. These are all constantly increasing in power over time, and they are in an endless state.

And the elves, in these hundreds of years, although they have developed a unique magical civilization. However, their level of civilization is still shallow, and it is a rare thing to be proud of to be able to support them until now under the threat of a great flood. To this day, the elves are just surviving, and their reserves have gradually dried up as the power of the flood has increased.

At that time, once the magical barrier guarding the city dissipates, the entire city will be completely engulfed by a great flood. At that time, no matter how strong the city the elves built and how unique and advanced civilization they developed, they will be completely wiped out with a great flood!

In the face of this life-and-death critical juncture, the elven mages who had grown up for only a few hundred years gathered together. They spent a long time, forgetting to sleep and eat around the entire city, arranging magic arrays on various nodes of the city. In the time that followed, the elven mages were constantly checking the magic nodes located all over the city, fixing loopholes, conducting necessary pre-inspections, and so on.

Eventually, the elves activated the magical barrier that guarded the city. But at the same time, while the elves were protected by the magic enchantment activated by themselves, they also trapped themselves alive in the city protected by the magic enchantment.

Because they activated the magic barrier, they managed to survive the moment the flood came. They avoided being like animals in the forest, or humans in other regions, because of the great flood that swept the land, and most of them died in the waves of the great flood. Although, so far, a considerable number of people still remain in various places, continuing to be busy looking for safe places to escape the floods. Compared to this group of displaced and precarious humans and animals, the elves are undoubtedly happy so far.

Although they were also facing the threat of destruction from the great flood, at least they still had clean and warm clothes to wear, plenty of food to eat, and a clean and warm house to live in from the wind, rain and cold. Although, the moment the magic barrier disappears, all this will be completely engulfed by the great flood. But, at least until then, the elves' days were still happy.

They have tall cities to protect themselves, magical enchantments to withstand the floods, and a group of elven mages to keep the enchantments alive. All the problems and dangers are faced by these elven mages and the rulers and leaders of the race. Most of the elves, led by the elven priests, knelt before the tree of life and prayed to the Father who created them.

Although, this prayer over and over again did not receive any answer. But in this context of despair, every elf desperately needs faith for sustenance, not to mention that unlike false beliefs, the object of their faith is real. Even now, the faith has not responded to their prayers. The elves, still kneeling on the cold ground, tirelessly prayed over and over again, chanting the names of the gods in the prayers, calling to their creator to deliver them from the threat of the great flood that was consuming human lives.

In the middle of the city, towering spires shimmer with a constant halo of magic. From the very top of this tower, the spiral tower needle that pierced into the clouds radiated a stream of magical light, and a steady stream of magical power continued to bless and stabilize the magical enchantment that guarded the city. However, as the power of the Flood grew, the magical enchantments that guarded the city began to become unstable. The lingering magic halo began to flicker and darken, and the energy consumed began to increase, and all these changes made the faces of the elven mages who maintained the stability of the magic enchantment extremely ugly.

They know that their energy will not last long. Maybe in the next second, the magical enchantment that protects them will disappear completely.

The elven mages sitting cross-legged on the top floor of the tower, one by one, stood up silently, looking at the magic hub in front of them that shimmered with a beautiful magic halo, and they were relatively speechless. The atmosphere in the scene became extremely dull, but the face of each elf mage had a calm and relieved look, rather than the fear and panic of facing death.

"Masters, the barrier that protects us will not be able to hold on. We are running out of energy, and I am very happy to be able to fight for our race with all the masters at the last moment. An elf dressed in ornate mage robes said, the expression on his face was extremely calm, and his eyes glanced at the colleagues standing around the magic hub, and saluted, "We have exhausted all the methods we have learned all our lives to fight against this devastating flood, and we have persevered until the last moment. Now that the barrier is about to disappear, I wish that our souls could meet again in the Father's kingdom and learn magic together! ”

After saying these words, all the elven mages present saluted each other and said, "May our souls be reunited in the kingdom of the Father, and may the elven inheritance be reunited and rekindle the flame of magic!" ”

With that, all the elven mages slowly straightened their wrinkled clothes, and then rang the bell hanging on the top floor of the tower. As the melodious and tragic bells rang one after another, the elves who were silently praying in front of the tree of life, one by one, were relatively speechless, they slowly got up, and solemnly saluted in the direction of the tower.

This sounding death knell expressed one thing to them, and one thing that had already been explained clearly by the elven mages in advance.

This shows that the elven mages have done their best, and at the same time, it also conveys that the enchantment is about to disappear, the energy is about to run out, and the great flood of destruction is about to come completely, so that their people can be fully mentally prepared to deal with the imminent flood.

All the elves clearly know what the bell represents, and they also know the moment that is coming.

The faces of each elf were not filled with panic and fear, but like the elven mages, they were as calm as ever, calmly facing death. After saluting the group of elven mages who have done their best for the survival of the race. The elves, once again, knelt before the Tree of Life, led by a dozen priests, and continued to chant the prayer, over and over again, but now the prayer was a different word.

"The great god of nature, the creator of the forest spirits, the founder of magic and civilization. Your kingdom hangs high above the sky, overlooking the world. Your wisdom is like the sea, invisible in depth, and your heart and kindness give all things a foothold and a place to live. Thou art the embodiment of nature, the entity of the rule of the world, and thy people and children, pray that thee, after death, be resurrected in thy kingdom and bathe in thy glory once again......"

Over and over again, weeping prayers were constantly chanted by the elves. Constantly echoing in front of the tree of life, the same prayer was recited in the hearts of the group of elven mages standing on the tower over and over again. All the elves, at this moment, seem to have forgotten death, and the hearts of every elf begin to yearn for the kingdom of God, longing to be resurrected from there after death, and continue to create a magical civilization of elves.

The prayers, chanted over and over again, echoed in front of the tree of life, and finally followed the hurricane into the air, and carried somewhere to the huge snow-capped mountains in the distance, and finally converged, wrapped in a huge faith, and passed into the ears of the gods.

The magical barrier dissipated, and the flood that had been blocked out by the barrier came unstoppably. Wherever they went, nothing could stop them, and the tall waves covered the sky and the sun, and even standing on the towers could clearly feel the incoming flood. In front of it, both the tower at its feet and the majestic city where it stands are like toys, small and fragile. The great flood that swept in with a roar covered the sky and the earth, and the great momentum spread everywhere, and the elves also looked at each other at the advancing flood! However, in their hearts, a joy suddenly rose!

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