500: Pledge loyalty to the Emperor

The battle started suddenly and ended quickly.

Before the migrating Elven commoners could react, they smelled the scent of blood in the breeze.

Coupled with many people seeing the quickly assembling Golden Armor Warriors, everyone realized that the humans from another world and the Night Elves had engaged in a fierce battle.

"What's going on? Why are we fighting the Night Elves? Aren't we a sibling race to them?"

"This is too sudden! It hasn't been long since Suneika left, and now they're fighting!"

"It's not sudden. Those human warriors have been in a battle stance ever since the Night Elves appeared."

"You mean the Night Elves came with malicious intent?"

"Then are we still going to Silvermoon City?"

Among the migrating group, the Elven commoners discussed animatedly.

Their destination for migration was the territory of the Night Elves.

But now that they were fighting, could they still migrate there?

Instantly, a sense of panic spread through the crowd.

The Night Elves, like the Forest Elves, were a race that believed in the Goddess of Nature.

Now that the Forest Elves were in distress, they could only hope for protection from their sibling race.

Most Forest Elves believed that the Night Elves would offer them aid.

They all imagined that once they reached Silvermoon City, they would definitely go pray by the Well of the Moon.

But now... the scent of Night Elves' blood permeated the air.

It was clear how cruel and relentless the battle ahead was.

Just then, an Elven Elder with white hair and beard exclaimed, "This blood all belongs to the Night Elves... I don't smell any human blood..."

This statement brought the discussions in the crowd to an abrupt halt.

Elves have extremely keen senses; they can deduce a lot of information just from the smells and sounds carried on the wind.

The Elven Elder's words made everyone notice this detail.

Right.

The scent of blood in the breeze all came from the Night Elves!

Which means... the human warriors who just passed by, not a single one died in that brutal battle?

What kind of casualty ratio is this?

Judging by the commotion of the Night Elves rushing over, there were probably around 2000 individuals.

And in that short battle, the screams of Elves and leopards rose and fell, and the sound of weapons piercing air and flesh was even more chilling.

The only thing missing was any sound from those human warriors.

It felt to everyone as if those humans hadn't participated in the battle at all.

Soon, the Elves realized.

Those human warriors indeed hadn't participated.

Because the conflict that occurred ahead couldn't even be called a battle.

Instead, it was a massacre, a one-sided massacre!

Those humans effortlessly killed all the Night Elves.

They had no deaths, no injuries, and even, no emotions.

Hiss... In the migrating group, everyone, including the Elven warriors, couldn't help but shiver.

They all knew how powerful those human warriors were.

After all, in Platinum City, these humans had fended off the invasion of countless Orcs.

But they hadn't expected these human warriors to be so ruthlessly powerful.

Those were 2000 living Professionals!

Before these monsters, were they just like pigs and dogs?

This... is too terrifying.

In the wind carrying a faint scent of blood, the Elves trembled.

In their subconscious, these human warriors were still monsters.

Being in the company of such powerful monsters made all the Elves feel nervous.

They even had a feeling that they were being escorted by these humans during their migration.

Just then, Suneika and two Elders flew from a distance.

Under the moonlight, Suneika's expression was stern, her eyes even a little hollow.

After a moment of silence, she announced loudly:

"Brothers and sisters, the Night Elves have betrayed the Goddess, betrayed the Elf World."

"They will not allow us to take refuge in Silvermoon City."

Whoosh!

Hearing these words, the migrating group instantly became agitated.

Even though everyone knew about the conflict between the migrating group and the Night Elves, hearing Suneika's words firsthand still felt hard to accept.

The relationship between the Forest Elves and the Crescent Moon Elves was not harmonious, and with the Dark Elves, it was a death feud.

In this world, the only ones who could help them were the Night Elves, who shared their faith.

But Suneika said... the Night Elves had betrayed the Goddess, betrayed their faith?

This was practically a stab in the back at a critical moment of life and death!

In that case, who else would be willing to help the Forest Elves?

Wandering in the wilderness for a long time was tantamount to suicide.

Those human warriors might be able to withstand one squad of Night Elves.

But with their numbers, it would be impossible to resist the Orc Wolf Riders attacking from all directions, right?

Just as everyone was feeling a bit desperate, Suneika pointed to the west and declared loudly, "Brothers and sisters, now, we need to change direction and head to the Twisted Forest."

"Twisted Forest!?

Hearing these four words, the Elves became even more despairing to the point of being unable to breathe.

Even Elven children knew whose territory the Twisted Forest belonged to.

That was a forbidden zone for the Forest, Night, and Crescent Moon races, a paradise for the Dark Elves.

Were 800,000 Elven commoners going there not just to be sent to the slaughterhouse?

"No need to panic, no need to despair."

Before the commoners could voice their objections, Suneika declared loudly, "The Divine Emperor from another world is protecting us; even if we must travel through darkness, he will illuminate the path ahead for us, as long as..."

At this point, Suneika paused, looked up at the sword suspended above the migrating group, and devoutly said, "As long as we pledge our loyalty to the Divine Emperor."

"Pledge our loyalty... to the Divine Emperor?"

The Elves followed Suneika's gaze and looked up at the sky.

They saw an exquisitely crafted, solemn sword hanging silently in the air.

Just by looking at it, one could feel the pressure emanating from the sword, as if a supreme being was silently watching the earth, watching all those under its protection.

Amidst this pressure, a sense of awe involuntarily rose in the hearts of the Elves.

Besides that, there was also a comforting sense of security.

This feeling was like a strict father watching over them.

Indeed.

When the Elf World was in peril, the Goddess of Nature was helpless, and it was this powerful divine being from another world who extended a helping hand, bringing a ray of hope to the world.

Otherwise, after the Orcs broke through Platinum City, the Elven Royal City would also quickly fall.

At that time, of the 800,000 Elves present, perhaps fewer than 8,000 would remain.

Though the Divine Emperor gave everyone a terrifying sense of pressure, he also made everyone feel incredibly at ease.

"To the Divine Emperor, we pledge our loyalty."

In the group, an Elven Elder knelt down.

Led by him, a wave swept through the long line of migrating Elves.

Hundreds of thousands of Elves knelt down together, looking up at the sword in the sky, and shouted, "To the Divine Emperor, we pledge our loyalty!"