July 3, 724 A.D., Twilight Forest, Hill City.

The human army has forced into the last fortress of the elven kingdom, and the army of 500,000 people poured into the forest like a sea of locusts, wantonly destroying and killing, and the continuous camps surrounded the castle layer after layer, countless wolf smoke rose from all over the forest, and the big trees that were cut down fell one after another, and every time they landed, the vibration was like a wail one after another, making the elves trapped in the city feel like a knife.

To put it bluntly, for the elves, they have completely lost this race battle for supremacy, not only have they lost all the land outside the forest, but now even the forest is full of these inferior creatures.

Hill City is the last line of defense in front of Evomo and Lake Imina, and without it, the elves will lose everything.

And now, even with reinforcements from Evomo and the entire Twilight Forest, the total number of elven troops is only 50,000, less than a tenth of the number of human troops outside the city. All trapped in the city, and if they fail, the elves will also completely decline, or even completely extinct.

The once noble race has now fallen to such a downtrooping state, how can it not make people sigh sadly.

Angry at the betrayal of humanity? But that seems kind of ridiculous. In the face of reality, all excuses are pale and weak. The cunning race, the humblest slave of all, is now the ruler of the continent.

Queen Alan stood quietly among the battlements wearing her emerald crown, her blue cloak gently fluttering with the morning breeze, her beauty was still so indescribable, holy and noble, that people did not dare to give birth to the slightest blasphemy. Her gaze stared at the forest in the distance, but her expression was extremely peaceful, as if she was completely detached from the hustle and bustle of the world inside and outside the city.

Countless catapults, catapults, fire-breathers, siege towers, and ladders were piled up on the edge of the moat, and the city would soon be on fire.

Time's up. As agreed, Eren led his guards to the moat, while the king of men, Tosles, took his guards to the other side of the river.

"Ah, beautiful Queen Allen, your beauty is still so moving, it is simply intoxicating. The king of the human race, struggling to strike an elegant pose, bowed lightly forward. But it is a pity that no matter how much he imitates, he can't show the elegance and nobility of the elves, and his crown is replaced by a gold crown inlaid with diamonds, but unfortunately the aesthetics of human beings seem to be a little ridiculous, just like a pile of jewels piled up indiscriminately. As for the clothes on his body, although they are woven of colorful satin, they feel like a big cloth bucket to the elf, and the whole person looks like a clown who makes money by selling his art and gets rich overnight.

"The King of Men. Alan was still in the mood to say a word of nonsense to this guy. "You have won. The elves can already recognize your human dominion over the entire continent - except for the Twilight Forest. As a condition of peace, we demand that all humanity withdraw from the Twilight Forest and promise to never encroach on our territory again. As she said these words, she still held the green flute tightly in her hand, the great artifact of the wood god's gift, although it had never been blown, Alan believed that it was impossible for Harding to deceive them.

"This ...... Is that your condition?" Tosleth seemed stunned. "Are you sure that's your condition, ridiculous elves, are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brain?" said Tosleth with an exaggerated expression of disbelief.

He's really a clown who is good at acting. The elves secretly disdainful.

"Name your conditions. Queen Allen still didn't want to say a word more.

"Okay. Quite simply, there are only two points. First, the elves must submit to humans. Tosles put away his clown expression and said triumphantly with his chin raised.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the elves' expressions were silent about this humiliating condition.

Are they very familiar with the reality? Or are they mentally prepared for such conditions? Well, that's the right thing to do. Tosles was even more proud in his heart, and said with a slight smile: "Second, I want to marry Her Excellency Queen Allen as my queen." ”

It seemed that there was some unresponsiveness, but soon, even the silent elves were furious, and their gaze on the other side of the river almost incinerated the crowd.

"That's right, beautiful Queen Alan, from the first time I saw you ten years ago, I was completely conquered by your beauty. As I knelt before you, flattering and begging to help you defeat the orcs, I made up my mind that I would marry you as my queen. Ridiculous, isn't it? But I did. Accept my love, dear Alan, you can still rule the entire Twilight Forest, and the peace that the elves have hoped for will come. With a slight smile on his lips, Tosles said, "My love for you is as blazing as that flame, and I hope it's not too late for me to confess today." ”

Queen Allen's gaze swept across his face like a cold blade. "If this is your condition, then you should know that it is impossible. ”

"No, Your Excellency, I advise you to think carefully about my very constructive treaty. I'd like to remind you that when the battlefield shifts to the city of Evomo on the shores of Lake Imina, there may not be such a good option. Tosles' smile gradually turned into a sneer.

But to his surprise, Queen Allen also sneered. "The battlefield will not be transferred to Evomo. This is the last battleground, you still have one last chance, it's still too late to leave. Otherwise, you will pay the worst price for your stupidity! Do not think that it is our weakness and goodness to be bullied, I am disgusted to defile our great and sacred forest with your lowly blood. Get out, get out of here!"

Alan's anger made Tosles wonder if she was really crazy. Could it be that her own stimulation really angered her crazy?

Tosles shrugged his shoulders and waved his left hand lightly to the side. Then the drums of war rang out violently, and amid the earth-shattering shouts of killing, countless human soldiers rushed frantically towards the walls of Hill.

"It's too late to regret it now. Tosles mocked as he mimicked Allen's tone, "However, this is the last chance, and I'm afraid I don't have much time left for you." ”

But to his surprise, Queen Allen let out a long sigh, and she gently raised the green flute in her hand and blew the horn of the wind.

"......Woooooo Woo ...... "The simple, low, long sound of the horn carries the magic of nature to the forest.

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

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

"What are you doing?" "Are the elves crazy?" "It feels like they're cheering us on." The human generals on the side laughed.

"Perhaps, this is the funeral song they prepared for themselves, right?" said the other human general, laughing presumptuously. But before he could finish speaking, a thick, cracked branch suddenly fell from the sky, and trampled his body into the dirt like a small ant, and blood splattered up.

"Oh my God, it's a treeman!" "The Jungle Guardian is here!" In a burst of exclamation, the human soldier quickly turned around and rushed towards the giant treeman with his spear raised. But when more Treants appeared, dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, when the trees of the entire Twilight Forest woke up from their slumber, Tosles finally understood something.

Allen's threat isn't crazy. She was truly disgusted by letting human blood stain the beautiful forests of the elves. She really gave humanity one last chance.

But by the time he understood this, it was too late.

The final outcome of this race war...... The half a million human armies that invaded the Twilight Forest ended up with less than 10,000 lucky escapes. And when the news of the death of the king of mankind came back, just a few days later, as if the spring breeze was blowing through the earth, countless human territories put crowns on themselves and drilled out of the soil.

Since then, the human world has been plunged into eternal division, war, and chaos.

The Twilight Forest has since gained lasting peace and tranquility. But after those wars, deaths and pains, the elves who had no ambition for power in the first place were now at peace in the forest.

The Elven annals record in detail the final battle that will affect the fate of the race, but as thousands of years have passed, the ancient epic battle has gradually been forgotten by the elves, after all, the war seems to be so far away until Fairrell arrives again.

Interestingly, there is no record of this final battle in the history books of mankind. Well, maybe that's understandable. As for the later human beings who beautified the "truth" of history as the "benevolence" of human beings, and took the initiative to let go of the elves who hid in the forest, the elves who saw it here couldn't help but sneer, but they didn't bother to argue.

What is there to argue about such a despicable and shameless race as humanity?

But time will not forget, the sound of the trumpet that will always echo in the twilight forest, like the call of a dream, like the whisper of the gods.