After cleaning up the battlefield, Zhao Yuan returned to the council hall with the Great Elder. Seeing the unconscious Fourth Elder lying on the floor of the hall, the Great Elder's silver eyes widened slightly, looking a little surprised.

"Sivir was seriously injured and rested in the prayer room. Zhao Yuan said on the side.

When the Great Elder heard this, he only raised his eyebrows and did not show too much of a surprised expression. Zhao Yuan sneered in her heart, and she didn't bother to tell the Great Elder about Louis's death, anyway, she wouldn't care about the lives of those pawns.

"Lord Zhao Yuan, what's wrong with the Fourth Elder?" the Great Elder asked softly as he looked at the handsome man lying on the ground.

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but let out a sneer: "Why didn't the Great Elder just look at the Eye of Foresight. He had already connected to the Eye of Foresight the moment he entered the council hall, and his heart still throbbed slightly when he saw Louis's tragic sacrifice.

The Great Elder was silent for a while, but he still walked to the altar in the center of the hall, his eyes slightly dilated, and he began to check.

After a long time, she sighed softly. Zhao Yuan looked down at the Great Elder with his chest crossed on the side, and did not shy away from looking at the subtle expression on her face. However, those complicated expressions only flashed on her face, and then returned to a bland and cold field, like barren snow.

"Fourth Elder Ian is actually my own brother. She spoke slowly, a look of nostalgia in her eyes. "As children of the Lambert family, we have been burdened with the mission of defending the elves since we were young. Ian was no exception, although he was a little worse than mine due to his young age, his talent was not weaker than mine, and both of us should have been the rightful heirs of the Great Elder. ”

"But when he was born, the elder awoke once and summoned my father, the previous Great Elder. The elder demanded that my father remove Ian from the Lambert family, cutting off his possibility of competing with me for the position of Grand Elder, and also of him becoming the Grand Elder after my death. ”

"Why?" Zhao Yuan wondered, if the elder expected that this Ian would do something harmful to the elven clan, how could he let him grow up and even sit in the position of the fourth elder?

The Great Elder laughed self-deprecatingly, and said with a sad look in his eyes, "...... Because only I can give birth to an elven king. ”

Zhao Yuanru was struck by lightning, and looked at the cold silver-pupiled elf in front of him for a long time, he was a little confused for a moment, and many things that he couldn't figure out suddenly became coherent - why did Liemoth say that the Great Elder "threw it away when it is used up", the Blood Elf wanted to kill Sivir at all costs, and the sudden attack of the Four Elders, and the fact that the Great Elder never cared about Sivir's safety. These signs had an instant answer in front of the Great Elder's words. As long as Sivir was in the Elder's realm, there was no way something could happen to her.

"She, she's the Elf King, shouldn't it be a good thing......" Zhao Yuan muttered. He had also heard the legend of the Elven King, who was said to be the chosen leader of the Elven Race, possessing incomparably greater power and being able to communicate with the power of the gods. After awakening, every Elf King's bloodline can become a powerhouse of at least the ninth order, and a few can even reach the legendary tenth order. But in ancient times, the bloodline of the elven king suddenly disappeared along with the main god of the elven race, and since then the elven race has started an endless life of escape.

"Yes, the appearance of the Elven King is a blessing for the Elven Race, but if the Elven King is killed before awakening, a new Elven King will be born. The Great Elder smiled mockingly.

Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded: "Aren't you afraid that the Elf King will disappear again? This is an opportunity that only appears in tens of thousands of years!" "The situation of the elf clan is so difficult, isn't it because there are no top powerhouses appearing?

The Great Elder shook his head and continued, "Lord Zhao Yuan, don't you understand, if it was before, we did have such worries, but now that Liemoth has also broken through the Eighth Order, these visions point to a possibility - our main god has awakened, and his blessing will come again, so even if there is no Elf King, the Elf race is no longer the weak race it used to be. Even if it's me, it won't take me two years to break through the eighth order. ”

"So the most important thing now is to gain the recognition of the elders, and only by gaining the recognition of the elders will you get the favor of the main god and become the rightful ruler of the elven race. A burst of light erupted in the Great Elder's eyes, and Zhao Yuan couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at it. In his image, the Great Elder seemed to be very indifferent to everything, and didn't care much about anything, except for the belief in the Elder, which was so firm and unshakable.

He said tentatively, "After that, Sivir will definitely be recognized by the elders——。 However, before the words fell, he was interrupted by the Great Elder: "The elder is the elder, the main god is the main god, and Sivir will become the darling of the main god, there is no doubt about it, but the elder will still guard all the elves and treat everyone equally." ”

Zhao Yuan was slightly stunned, in his image, as long as the Great Elder was angry, most of it was related to the elders, and she seemed to have a terrible possessiveness towards the elders.

When the Great Elder saw Zhao Yuan's strange eyes, she realized that she had lost her words, her eyes flashed and she put away her angry expression, and returned to her previous cold and indifferent appearance, looking unwilling to say more. But Zhao Yuan chased after him, he stared at the Great Elder tightly, and said, "Great Elder, you said that you would give me an explanation." ”

The Great Elder was a little embarrassed by Zhao Yuan's scorching gaze, she realized that Zhao Yuan must have sensed something, and wanted to brush her sleeves away but was overwhelmed by the coercion of Zhao Yuan's eighth-order archmage. The Great Elder knew that Zhao Yuan was serious this time, but he just pursed his lips to himself, and he looked like he wouldn't speak anyway.

The two confronted each other in silence for a long time, fine beads of sweat had oozed from the Great Elder's forehead, her face was pale, and the hand hanging by her side trembled slightly, obviously she was about to be unable to support it, but even so, she still didn't say a word, her eyes were indifferent and empty.

Finally, Zhao Yuan withdrew the coercion and left the meeting hall directly. The grief and indignation in his heart were unsettled. The corridor not far from the council hall was where Louis had fallen, and at this time it had already been cleaned up by the elves in charge of cleaning the battlefield, except for the abrupt damage in the corridor, it was completely impossible to see what had happened.

Zhao Yuan closed his eyes, he didn't even know where Louis's body was taken and what to do with it—most of it was thrown directly into the Guiye Pool. Die with the blood elves he hates the most, and hope that his soul will rest in peace.

"Lord Zhao Yuan, haven't you rested yet?" a passing elf asked in surprise when he saw Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan forcibly showed a smile, shook his head at him and said, "Thank you for your concern, I'll come out to breathe the air, and I'll go to rest in a while." ”

The elf smiled reassuringly at him and saluted before leaving.

Zhao Yuan slowly ascended the high platform and looked at the busy elves in the central square, although their expressions were also very sad, they were all comforting and accompanying each other, which made Zhao Yuan a little envious.

The people he knew were Sivir, Louis, and the Great Elder. Now that Louis is dead, Xavier is seriously injured and has not woken up, as for the Great Elder, Zhao Yuan doesn't want to stay in the air with her. For a while, Zhao Yuan felt a little dazed and didn't know where to go.

The Great Elder's actions just now actually gave Zhao Yuan an answer in disguise. An elf who falls in love with the ancestral tree of his faith, this affection is destined to not be reciprocated. But as the Great Elder, Cooley is the closest elf to the elder after all, and this honor makes her unable to let go, and she is even more obsessed with the elder. That's why she will do everything possible to protect the elders, obey her words, and even make a marriage contract with an emotionless elf powerhouse in order to give birth to the elf king. But as the husband of the Great Elder, Remoth was obviously moved by his true feelings, and perhaps it wasn't until he found out that the Great Elder had ignored him since he gave birth to Sivir that he realized that he was just being used.

Maybe it was because the Great Elder did it too obviously, and even the Four Elders, who had been watching coldly, noticed that something was wrong, so they turned their suspicious eyes on Xivir.

However, the final * is the advancement of Remos. You must know that the rank of any race is inseparable from their main god, and ordinary elves have been living in simple ignorance, they may just be surprised, but the core elves who are well versed in the history of the elf race are the first to realize that their main god has been revived again, the shackles of the elves have been broken, and the final battle for power between the blood elves and the elves has come.

But behind this war, there are clearly foreign figures, whether it is a self-detonation forbidden technique or a metal puppet, it is obvious that it is not from the hands of blood elves.

Now the elves seem to have the upper hand, but there are still many hidden dangers behind them. Zhao Yuan didn't know what hole cards the Great Elder still had, so he could be so calm.

In the lair of the blood elves, Liemoth is eating the flesh and blood of the elves offered by his people, accompanied by spirits. His hair was no longer blood-red, but snow-white. It was a harbinger of the elf's imminent death—he had less than six months to live.

"Lord Remos. Several black-cloaked figures appeared out of nowhere, their faces completely buried in the gloomy shadows, their voices shrill and fluttering, apparently not wanting anyone to recognize them.

Liemos naturally knew what they wanted to ask, and said directly: "That Zhao Yuan is not easy to deal with, he is already infinitely close to the ninth order, the next time I face him, I'm afraid I won't have a chance of winning." "Those three extinction arrows have been used up, and he no longer has any weapons in his hand that can compete with Zhao Yuan.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Liemos, we will naturally help you to the end......" The black-robed man let out a grim laugh, and Liemos glanced at them lightly, just picked up the wine glass and poured it into a big gulp, his dark eyes revealing a contemplative glow......