486: Elf Prince, Uncle

Elf World, outside Platinum City.

"The city wall on the left has a breach! Stop them quickly!"

"Platinum City is the last pass before the Elven Royal City!"

"If this place falls, the Elven King will die, the World Tree will die, and the 8 million Elves behind us will all die!"

On the blood-stained city wall, the Elven Prince wielded his longsword, commanding the well-equipped Elf warriors to desperately resist the Orcs' attack.

The Prince's handsome face was already covered in foul-smelling blood, and the despair in his eyes grew thicker.

Those strong, green-skinned Orcs had equipment several grades inferior to the Elves, and their individual strength was also not as good as the Elves'.

However.

The number of Orcs was simply too great; they surged forward like a tide, roaring and fearless of death.

Crude battle-axes collided with exquisite longswords, sparking intensely.

Cold glints flashed among the crowd, and blood bloomed like flowers.

One Elf warrior after another fell in a pool of blood, their armor, the city walls, and the ground stained red with blood.

Boom!

Boom!

Explosions continuously rang out from both sides of the city wall.

Giant rocks, burning with raging flames, struck with a roar, leaving one crack after another on the sturdy city wall.

"The city wall won't last much longer; a second breach will appear very soon!"

The Elven Prince watched the continuously spreading cracks, anxious but helpless.

In the previous battle, the Elves lost 60,000 Professionals.

They were a mixed elite force of Hero and Grandmaster Tier.

After that defeat, the entire Elf Civilization was severely weakened.

The Elves were no longer capable of resisting the Orcs on the front lines.

Now, the Orcs were launching a general assault on the last pass before the Elven Royal City.

If nothing unexpected happened, this would be the Elves' final battle.

"Brother, the city wall can't hold up; we must retreat into the city!"

In the chaotic battlefield, a slender figure flickered rapidly.

It was a young girl, who, by Human standards, looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Rapidly spinning wind blades swirled around her; merely brushing past an Orc was enough to dismember and kill it.

After harvesting more than a dozen Orcs, the girl came to the Elven Prince's side and said, "Brother, the Elder told us to retreat into the city first, and after regrouping, retreat to the Elven Royal City."

"Suneika, what did you say? Retreat to the Elven Royal City?"

The Elven Prince asked his sister, somewhat disbelieving his ears.

"Platinum City still has 400,000 civilians. If we leave like this, what will happen to them?"

"I don't know either; this is the will of the gods."

The Elf girl named Suneika's gaze was solemn as she said, "Just now, the three Elf Elders received an order from the Elf Main God, telling us to abandon Platinum City, go to the Elven Royal City, and organize the 8 million civilians there to migrate to the Crescent Moon Elves' territory."

"Migrate to the Crescent Moon Elves?" The Elven Prince's expression was surprised.

Within the Elven race, there were also various sub-races.

Forest Elves, Night Elves, Bright Moon Elves, Dark Elves.

Among them, the Forest Elves' power originated from the Elf Main God and were also known as High Elves.

Due to some historical reasons, the High Elves had very poor relations with the other three Elven race groups.

Although, with the exception of the Dark Elves, the Night Elves and Crescent Moon Elves would unite against invaders, they still fought independently and were not united enough.

Sometimes, they would even guard against each other.

Unless necessary, these three Elven race groups would not allow each other to step into their territory.

The Elven Prince could guess the Main God's meaning.

Facing the Orcs, the High Elves were already powerless to resist.

They could only migrate to the territories of other race groups to seek refuge.

But to enter the Night Elves' territory, the first thing to do was to disarm.

For this, the Forest Elves, who prided themselves as High Elves, would certainly feel aggrieved.

However, it was now a moment of crisis, and there was no time to consider so much.

The only thing the Elven Prince couldn't understand was,

Did the Main God actually want to completely abandon the Elven Royal City?

"Has the Main God already given up on the World Tree?" the Elven Prince asked his sister.

"No, it hasn't given up."

Suneika shook her head and said, "Someone will guard the Elven Royal City and the World Tree for us."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know; the Elder didn't reveal it."

Boom!

As the Elf siblings were speaking, another giant flaming rock crashed down, collapsing half of the city wall.

Suneika looked at the Orcs continuously rushing towards the city wall and shouted to her brother, "Don't waste any more time; the city wall has already collapsed! If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

The Elven Prince was silent for a moment, then said, "You go first; I'll hold back the Orcs! There are still 400,000 civilians in Platinum City; try your best to take the women and children!"

"We can't take that many." Suneika shook her head bitterly.

"Take as many as you can."

The Elven Prince stepped onto a high platform, raised his sword, and shouted, "All Royal Guards stay; everyone else retreat into the city!"

"Swear to defend the glory of the Royal family to the death!"

In the chaotic battlefield, the roars of the Royal Guards echoed.

At this moment, the tide-like Orcs rushed forward again.

The Elven Prince roared, leaped from the high platform, and charged alone into the enemy ranks.

His loyal Guards followed closely, jumping down from the city wall and engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Orcs.

Seeing this, Suneika sighed helplessly and murmured, "I promised my sister I'd protect you, so I'll stay too..."

With that, sharp wind blades condensed around her, and after her body floated slightly, she plunged into the enemy ranks... "You Elves still have some backbone."

Inside the Supreme Imperial City, Qin Yang was overlooking the battlefield of the Elf World through the kunlun mirror.

Seeing the Elven Prince, leading a hundred guards, charge into the enemy ranks, he couldn't help but praise him.

That Elven Prince was none other than Yekaterina's younger brother, Legolas.

According to the Human World's saying, Qin Yang would have to call him his brother-in-law.

"Divine Emperor, please help them; my brother is only Monarch Tier, and my sister is only a beginner Emperor Tier!"

Seeing her brother and sister charge alone into the enemy ranks, Yekaterina's eyes were red with anxiety, and she grabbed Qin Yang's sleeve, about to kneel.

"Get up, get up. Can I watch my brother-in-law and sister-in-law die?"

Qin Yang pulled his sleeve, helping Yekaterina up.

To be honest, he didn't even know what Yekaterina was worried about.

A Monarch Tier and an Emperor Tier, how could they die so easily in battle?

Moreover, the scene he saw in the kunlun mirror was the siblings going on a rampage among the Orcs... [Retired Emperors: Your Imperial Son greets all Imperial Fathers. I've been busy at night recently, so I wrote this a bit rushed. My schedule will return to normal on the weekend ~ I hope my Imperial Fathers will forgive me... ORZ...]