There was a loud "boom...... the roar of a huge stone fired by a stone thrower smashing into front of the city wall. The orcs roared, sneering and terrorizing the weak elves on the walls. Their array doesn't look very neat, but it probably doesn't matter, because their strength has always been that of a strong individual, not a collective.

Some of the dwarves maneuvered catapults towards the walls, while others kept taking out the ladders and wooden frames that had been produced these days and handing them over to the human army ahead. Commanding the human slaves were the rulers of the Bloods, who hid under high sunhats and drove the humans to throw ladders and wooden frames into the moat, and were greeted by a rain of arrows from the walls.

Screams were heard incessantly, and this was only the first prelude to the bloody war.

Philrell was stunned for a moment, and finally figured out what was going on. Even though she had tried the terrifying power of the little human girl herself, even if the frightened vampires confessed the girl's terrifying identity, even if she understood the real reason why the vampires were so happy to send such an army to help her, for some reason, she still didn't want to believe that it was true.

The time of God has returned? No, it can't be! But now, she had to admit that the dark power she had so painstakingly borrowed from the devil had been destroyed so easily by her. The army of the Dark Elves had emerged from the dark mist, and she had no choice but to fight a siege battle with huge casualties.

Casualties are inevitable. But considering the huge difference in strength between the two sides, 120,000 against 20,000, victory is only a matter of time. Philrell quickly regained her confidence, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly. "There's no point in saying more, Arundel. Since you want to watch the destruction of the Wood Elves so much, then I'll fulfill you. History will forever remember this day, the moment when the great and noble elves were reunited!"

"I agree, Philrell. Surprisingly, Arundel completely agreed with her statement this time. But when she slowly pulled the emerald flute out of her arms, Fairrell's smile froze on her face.

"You...... This, how is this possible?" Fairrell seemed to realize his gaffe, and quickly straightened his mind and said: "Do you think you can scare me by taking out a forged artifact?

Although she shouted with a fierce voice, the Dark Elf generals around her had apparently noticed that their queen's words were incoherent.

Arundel only sighed sadly, looked up at her cousin one last time, and gently brought the horn of the wind to her lips. "Do you think everyone is as crazy as you are, Philele? Do you think that no one will be able to find the artifact if you hide it in the deepest part of the tomb of Hatting? You don't understand that the great god of nature, Suselus, would rather pay the price of being sealed than get it back. There is also the kind-hearted moon goddess Gaisha, who is also guarding this beautiful forest. So, Philrell, your plot is doomed!"

"Are you crazy? you're going to die!" exclaimed Fairree, now she could no longer deceive herself, and after all these years of getting along, she knew very well the character of her cousin, and the fear of death could not stop her choice. What should I do? What should I do? In a hurry, the excessive excitement made her chest suddenly feel a sharp pain, and the chest wound that had been pierced by the god-killing arrow suddenly cracked, and she fell down with a scream, and the generals around her hurriedly supported her.

"Retreat! order our troops to retreat at once!" Fairrell commanded in a weak voice, but the heart-piercing pain in her lungs prevented her from speaking louder.

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about, why are you retreating?" The generals around him are obviously inexplicable, under the huge advantage of troops, the city in front of them can be conquered at any time, like a ripe fruit in front of the coalition army. Why the sudden retreat?

But Fairrell was powerless to explain, and she left the dangerous riverbank surrounded by the generals and retreated to the camp in the rear.

The siege of the coalition continued, hundreds of pontoon bridges had been erected over the moat, orcs had begun to charge towards the walls with huge stone shields, human armies followed closely with ladders, dwarves pushed catapults on the banks of the river, countless stones roared towards the walls, and dark elf archers continued to suppress the attacks.

The battle gradually entered a white-hot state.

Linya's wings could linger in the sky for a while. But she couldn't rest assured when she looked at the way she was making a pot of porridge below. "Is that really enough? Even if it is protected by the wall, there are too many enemies...... Ivomo's reinforcements don't dare to leave the city at all, so I am afraid that they will not last long......" Linya said to Chloe cherub worriedly.

The little angel actually didn't understand the war in the mortal world at all, and she could only keep comforting: "Your Royal Highness Princess, don't think too much. Since Queen Arundel said that the rest will be left to her, it means that she must have a way!"

"Hey...... What kind of sound is that?" Linya's ears, which were extremely sensitive to the rhythm, seemed to hear a very unusual sound in the sound of war, as if it could penetrate the deepest part of her heart, "Come, let's take a look!" Linya couldn't help but say, waved her wings and pulled Chloe's little hand and flew down.

At the edge of Hill's moat, the crowd on Philrell's side had retreated in a hurry, but Arundel remained where she was, guarded by a group of dignified-looking guards, playing softly with the Horn of the Wind, the artifact given to her by Sucerus, the god of nature, a long, low piece of music that tugged at the heartstrings from the Horn of the Wind.

"......Woooooo ......"The melody was short and slow, as if it was spreading slowly towards the forest with some magical power. Linya fell down, leaned over to Sesa's side and whispered, "Sister Sesa, what's the name of this song......?" but she soon noticed that Sesa's eyes were full of sadness and grief, and that the enemy was coming from the other side, and it didn't seem to be a safe place.

Cesha gently shook Linya's hand, her eyes darkened, and a string of tears couldn't stop dripping out. Linya sensed the strangeness of the atmosphere in this scene, so she obediently closed her mouth.

"......Woooooo ......The short melody was repeated over and over again, so small in the noise of war, but the call that could penetrate her heart became stronger and stronger, and Linya gradually felt that the blood flow in her heart seemed to be constantly rising and falling with the melody.

"Boom!" A large boulder flew straight towards the crowd, but it was shattered by the Evan Archmage on the side with a magic ball, and then it fell like raindrops on the magic shield, causing countless ripples of all sizes like raindrops. But at this moment, Linya, who was in a state of flux, could no longer take care of things outside the spiritual world, and she seemed to have completely dissolved into the melody of this horn.

The coalition forces that rushed across the moat rushed towards the group of wood elves, "Wow!" A muscular orc ran menacingly with a spear raised, and the tall figure was like a moving hill. But suddenly, an even larger palm with leaves stretched out out of nowhere, and a slap sent the orc flying more than ten meters, and the Calabim army that charged behind the orc was suddenly stunned. But soon, another big slap came from the other direction, tearing a group of human soldiers on the ground like ants.

In the large camp of the coalition forces, there was chaos at the moment. Her Majesty was in a coma due to a sudden arrow wound, and her previous sudden order to withdraw her troops was incomprehensible. Whether to retreat immediately according to the queen's orders, or continue to command the siege, the generals of the dark elves obviously could not agree.

Luckily, however, Queen Fairrell finally woke up again. "Your Majesty, why are you withdrawing?" "We're about to storm the city walls!" the generals asked eagerly.

Philrell waved her hand and tried to sit up, but her face changed again when a sudden sound of natural magic came.

"......Woooooo Woo ......"

"Poof......" A mouthful of blood spat out of Fairrell's mouth, and the generals immediately panicked to hold her, but Fairrell suddenly struggled to stand up, and roared at the sky: "Why, Arundel, why are you doing this?! No, no, no......" The blood mist surged, and in the stunned eyes of the dark elf generals, the queen, who had always been known for her tenacity, was now paralyzed like a gentle snowflake.

By the moat outside the gates of Hillnan, the call of the horn of the wind finally waned. When another call was made, Arundel's body lay down as if it had been drained of blood, but Cesa, who was already waiting by her side, quickly picked her up and gently placed her on the ground.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" Linya hurriedly asked with concern, but looking at her face, it was terrifyingly white, and the color of life seemed to have completely dissipated from her body.

Arundel smiled hard and grabbed Linya's hand with all her strength, placing her and Cesa's hands on top of her chest. "Thank you, Your Highness Gaisha. By the time she said this, she was already weak. Although Linya's heart was full of questions, she seemed to understand something, and she could also understand Arundel's mind at this moment.

It was impossible for Linya to explain to her that she was not the real Moon Goddess, even if it was a white lie, so that the great queen could leave in peace. Linya lowered her head, forced a smile and nodded, "Don't worry, Your Majesty Arundel." I'll take care of Cesa, and all the elves. ”

The elves were no longer crying, and Cesha was even more in tears. "Teacher......!" but Arundel could no longer respond to her call, she smiled slightly, and closed her eyes without any further concern.

Then, under Linya's incredulous gaze, Queen Arundel's body seemed to be disintegrated into countless wood elemental spirits, turning into a shimmering green glow and gradually dissipating, and finally only a silk dress was left on the ground, proving that this was not an illusory dream.

Linya came back to her senses, and quickly grabbed Sesa's hand and asked, "Sister Sesa, what is going on?" but Sesa choked up and couldn't answer at all. Archmage Ivan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sighed, "Your Highness Gaisha, you probably don't know that all this originated from the natural contract between the elves and the forest in the time of the ancient gods. ”

Yes, that would have to go back thousands of years to the early years of the era. After the god of light collected the wood element to create countless flowers and trees, he borrowed the eternal wood element from the wood god Hatting, and used it to create a new intelligent life - the elves. Elves and plants are of the same origin, and they also like and are accustomed to living in the forest.

Although some trees can awaken to become treants under the influence of the forces of nature, the vast majority of trees spend their lives in deep sleep, so they are completely defenseless against enemies from the outside and can only be slaughtered.

Elves are naturally forest-loving, but other races don't seem to have the same special feelings for forests as elves, and they wantonly destroy them, much to Harding's anger. But the elves are not obligated to go to war against all other races in order to protect the forest. So Harding signed such a natural contract with the elves on behalf of the forest.

The contents of the contract...... The elves guard the forest and destroy any enemies that destroy it. And in return, the Treants will also use their powers to help the elves. Simple, isn't it?, and as a token of this contract, it is the horn of the wind that the wood god Hatting left to the elves. The wood god infuses his divine power into the horn, and when the chosen son blows the horn, the psychic power generated by the divine power of nature activates the sleeping treemen to help the elves fight the enemies of the forest. But in order to limit the misuse of divine power by the elves, and to prevent the elves from using the treants to commit undeserved sins, as the price of blowing the trumpet of the wind...... It is the life of the chosen Son.

This is also the fundamental reason why the successive elf queens have been held by the chosen son of God with the blood of God. They are both the faith of the elves and the guardians of the entire forest.

That's why Philrell stole the Horn of the Wind in the first place. She covets power, but fears the immense power of the Wind Horn, and she doesn't have the power to blow it, so she finally decides to hide it in a place that no one could have imagined, the deepest part of the Harding Tomb.

After listening to Archmage Ivan's account, Linya looked up at Cesa, who was still kneeling in front of the silk dress, crying bitterly for a long time.

In the large battalions of the coalition forces, even greater chaos is spreading. One of the generals rushed out, and was about to return to the army, when suddenly a huge tree root fell from the sky and trampled him deep into the ground, and at the same time, a loud roar like thunder was heard from the sky.

The same chaos took place in the coalition camp that was besieging the city, and "Woo ......" seemed to be responding to the call of the previous horn, and one deep roar after another came from the depths of the forest, it was the roar of the Treants.

However, at the beginning, the siege coalition didn't care much about this, because the elves would inevitably summon the tree people to assist in the battle, after all, the jungle guardian is an exclusive skill of the elves, and of course they have already prepared, such as the long rope that can trip over the tree people, the fire oil bottle that can ignite the tree trunk, etc., in an attempt to knock down these tree people and burn them to death with the advantage of numbers.

But as more and more Treants poured into the battlefield, the tide of the battlefield began to turn around. Catapults and trebuchets were overturned, and the ten, twenty, or even thirty meters tall trees roared and crushed the incompromised invaders one by one like ants—you know, this is a twilight forest, full of adult trees that have grown for decades, hundreds, or even millennia, and when they see the suffering of their fellow citizens, they don't need the guidance of the chosen son, and their anger is already ignited.

Eventually, when tens of millions of Treants woke up from their slumber, when the trumpets could reach them, when all the trees outside Hill City had woken up from their slumber, the besieging coalition forces found themselves in a sea of rage with no way out.

Linya flew into the sky and saw the whole forest chasing, moving, roaring, like a turquoise ocean, with rough waves and boundless. Looking at the magnificent scene in front of them, Linya and Chloe were dumbfounded.

It turns out that this is the true power of nature. Nature's Contract. The march of the Giant Tree.

Yes, history will remember this moment forever, July 3, 4124 A.D. Twilight Forest, Hill City, the battle of the fates of the elves.