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"I see, please tell Prince Siglut, and wish him... a successful start."

The envoy smiled and bowed, turned and retreated

Almost the moment he left the hall, there was a large pool of frozen marks in his place!

Riveria's eyes were deep and angry, filled with endless anger and killing intent! If she could, she really wanted to tear those five former 'uncles and aunts' into pieces! ! !

"You were too excited just now, Your Majesty."

Beside Riveria, her maid and court minister Aina reminded softly

"Excited? I restrained myself from tearing him into pieces. That's my greatest tolerance!" Riveria smashed the floe with a wave of her hand, growling in a low voice.

Only after sitting on this throne, did Riveria understand the difficulty of her father in the past. As an elf king, every word and deed will attract countless attention, and countless people will criticize him.

But these are still secondary, the most important thing is that the entire elf clan is facing the crisis of destruction, and the pressure that I have to bear is so heavy!

"I know, but it's not enough." Aina said blankly

"You are the king of elves, you must be an example, you must be perfect!"

Riveria's hands trembled several times, clenched and then loosened, and finally she could only lower her head a little dejectedly, biting her pink lips unwillingly.

What Aina said was harsh, but...she was right.

She is the king of elves, so being perfect is not a reward but a must. She is an example of the clan, so no matter how unwilling she is, the countless red tape-like etiquette and speaking skills are things she must master.

Even if Weixian Forest is facing the danger of being destroyed now... Heh, the long history has brought about so many hypocritical and useless shackles?

"Your Majesty Riveria, do you know? Before you were born, His Majesty Rafal once faced the same anxiety as you."

Aina looked at Riveria and said softly

"At that time, His Majesty Rafal was facing the raging tree dragons in the forest. Those monsters spewed fire everywhere and destroyed the forest, and your father, King Rafal, had just taken over the throne from his father at that time. "

"He was also very anxious and restless, tossing and turning at night and having difficulty falling asleep. But even so, King Rafal always behaved calmly when facing the people."

"Because His Majesty Rafael knows that he is the king and the leader of the elves. All elves have the power to panic, but he does not."

"A king who is flustered is the worst failure, because he can't bring self-confidence to his subjects-even if it is false self-confidence."

"I've heard my father tell this story." Riveria smiled bitterly

"I also know that I should be very confident, but..."

Her words came to her lips, but she couldn't speak anymore.

She's not ready yet, not ready to wear the heavy crown on her head, she's not yet a king, she's just a runaway princess herself.

Because she wanted to see the outside world, she abandoned her homeland and responsibilities without hesitation—such a princess is not suitable for wearing a crown.

But everything happened too fast and too suddenly. My father, who was able to shield me from the wind and rain, just passed away, but I had to shoulder this heavy responsibility...

"Forget it, at least it's not without good news for us."

Riveria comforted herself

At least she was sure that the Witch King who was about to invade Vincennes Forest and Ragia were not in the same group, at least that's what Riveria told him after the envoys sent back.

The Witch King and Ragia are not allies or friends. If the elves in Vincent Forest are willing to submit to the God of War Alliance and join them, then Ragia will send troops to help the elves attack the Witch King.

Such a condition——Rivelia couldn't accept it at all.

Not to mention how much resistance and cowardice one needs to overcome to surrender without a fight, just joining the Alliance of God of War is a condition they cannot accept.

The Alliance of Gods of War is a union of warlike gods who are headed by Ares and scattered outside of Orario. Their only purpose is to overthrow the rule of Orario.

Completely overthrow and flatten the city of the gods, and declare their supreme glory as the God of War with their absolute victory over those god friends.

If Weixian Forest joins them, it means facing Olalie, and even his former main god and comrade-in-arms.

Whether in public or private, it is impossible for Riveria to agree to such an exaggerated condition.

She can only lead this group of elves who are not working together as much as possible to fight against the coming darkness.

"I rubbed the magic books that I handed out—how is their learning progress?"

Riveria decided to put aside the troubles of the five major city-states for the time being, so she changed the subject and asked Aina

"This...'Forest Sage' is stepping up to understand and read the knowledge you imparted..."

Aina hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice

The so-called forest sages are the mage troops of the elves. They are all true sages who have learned the traditional magic of the elves-although the traditional natural magic of the elves is not as powerful and effective as the magic of the family, it is actually "learnable" magic like the magic power.

"Let them speed up the progress!" When it comes to her professional field, Riveria's tone is beyond doubt

"Those knowledge are not complicated, I will spot-check them this weekend! If you fail, you will be expelled from the forest sage's troops!"

The magic guide book passed down by Riveria is naturally the "Eight Winds of Magic—From Beginning to Burying into the Earth"

Of course, there is no wind of chaos in this world. The so-called eight winds of magic are just an explanation of the eight categories of magic elements in this world after the construction of the spell model. A textbook of spellcasters known from scratch.

For Riveria, the study of this magic book has naturally reached its peak. She longed for more valuable magic books, and she also knew how to get them.

Dungeons, dungeon worlds, only there can she obtain the magic knowledge she desires.

But she is no longer the free Nine Demon Princess, she is Rivilia, the elf king, and her destiny is to sit on the throne...

But at the very least, she wants to let her homeland survive this crisis safely. Since she couldn't integrate the power of the elves, she had to start from other aspects.

For example, repairing the Great Barrier of Weixian Forest that has been damaged for thousands of years.

The Great Barrier that once protected the Vincent Forest thousands of years ago and protected the elves in the frenzy of countless monsters has been damaged for a long time. The reason why it has not been repaired is because the inheritance of magic knowledge that repaired it has been cut off.

The elves lost much of their magical knowledge, just as the dwarves lost their skill in forging weapons and armor. The broken Great Ward has also put many of the elves' ancient allies to sleep. If the Great Barrier can be repaired, it will not only bless the Vincent Forest, but also allow Riveria's power to reach its peak!

That's why she had to use an alternative method to repair the Great Barrier. She needs a group of elite spellcasters with their professional keen knowledge and spellcasting ability to repair the Great Barrier together with her.

The sages of the forest are very suitable for this job. They have not been 'poisoned' by the magic of the family, so they can get in touch with the essence of magic more smoothly-but the only problem is that.

Elves are slow.

In other words, all longevity species have such problems. Things that can be solved in one day are often delayed until a week later, and things that can be done in a month may not be developed much in a year.

A long life loosens the sense of urgency, and being unhurried is both a good thing and a bad thing. But for Riveria, it was the worst kind of vice.

"This... I understand, Your Majesty." Aina hesitated for a moment, bowed and said yes

"By the way, Finn and Gareth should have returned to Olalie, right? I tell everyone, especially the biggest thorns, to keep their mouths shut!" Riveria said coldly

She knows no better than how many racists there are in her own race, and this time O'Leary's supporters are crucial. In any case, she would not allow that group of people to spoil her efforts and insult her friends.

"yes!"

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Chapter 87. The Beginning of the Elves' Lament

"Hmph, it really is just a little girl."

In Valhalla, a gorgeous royal city built of black stone and decorated with gold, Prince Sigurd, sitting on a throne made of pure gold, looked at the envoys under him, sneered, and said in disdain:

"Sure enough, the brains of the elves who came back from the outside world are polluted! Such a barbaric desire to mobilize compatriots is to resist some insignificant inferior races."

"I'm afraid she doesn't know how much Farley it will cost to mobilize the army, how much it will cost people and money, and how much it will reduce my support among the people!"

The envoy lowered his head and listened to the prince's thoughts. After a while, he opened his mouth and said

"However, Your Royal Highness, we still have to be vigilant against the enemies mentioned by His Majesty Riveria. After all, our Valhalla is the closest royal city outside the Vincent Forest."

"I know, I know." Siegroot waved his hand impatiently and said triumphantly

"That's why I hired a lot of mercenaries from inferior races, and they are all guarding outside the Vincent Forest!"

Valhalla is the elven city-state located at the outermost end of the Vincent Forest, and because of this, it is also the most affluent city-state of the elves.

They controlled the gateway for outsiders to enter the Vincent Forest, and there was a huge mine nearby. The rich resources gave Valhalla a solid city wall and strong economic strength.

They are actually the least elf-like kind of elves, and they are always judged to be full of copper stink compared with their ascetic kin who live in the forest.

But perhaps because of this, in order to make up for the lack of self-confidence after being 'despised' by the same race, from Prince Siglut to all the elves, there is a huge contempt for foreigners.

The racist sentiment in Valhalla is not just as simple as being prevalent, it can basically be said to be 'ordinary'. The various discriminatory titles and jokes that elves despise foreigners are basically invented by them.

But this time, in order to resist the terrible "powerful enemy" in Riveria's mouth, Prince Siegroot immediately used his old tricks.

That is throwing money at mercenaries to help them.

Many countries have recently been destroyed because of Ragia's relationship. Because of this, it can be said that it is very common for those former regular troops to degenerate into mercenaries.

Prince Siegroot hired more than three times as many troops this time with the same money as in the past. No wonder he felt that they were safe this time!

"Then we may be able to close the trade route..."

"Are you crazy?" Siglut loudly reprimanded the envoy's lies

"How much profit will we lose every day after closing the trade route? Just because of an illusory prophecy? How much profit will we lose if we stop for a day! Speaking of which, damn it! Recently, the clansmen below are clamoring for a salary increase, and they have clearly promised them The six-hour working day is over! Hiring inferior races is also a lot of money. No, it seems that the commissions for those inferior races have to be reduced..."

The envoy silently listened to Sigurd's thoughts, and only after he finished speaking did he suddenly speak:

"You really are an elf that doesn't look like an elf. Such a philistine, such..."

He suddenly stopped, stood up slowly, and showed a ferocious and malicious smile

"It's so like the monkey in your mouth..."

"Bold—wait a minute, you're not Tagle!"

Prince Siegroot's expression was furious at first, but suddenly turned into panic and panic.

He recognized that the 'elf' in front of him was not his envoy, his close friend—his friend wouldn't talk to him like that! Everything he said and did was wrong!

"Have you finally found out? Your dullness is even comparable to that of a dwarf."

'Tagley' sneered and stretched his body. After a sound like popping beans, his bones were stretched, his body was raised, and the phantom lingering on it was expelled!

The pitch-black armor was like burning, the mask was like the tortured face of the tortured, and the helmet was like a claw. Although he had never seen the person in front of him, Siegroot recognized him.

"You are—Witch King Malekith! Come here! Guards! Come here!!!"

"I love your fearful calls, louder, louder!!!"

Malekith spread his arms and smiled evilly. Siglut's voice echoed in the empty hall. After a while, no one came over.

Siegroot's face was pale and he was trembling all over, but Malekith laughed more and more recklessly and insolently.

"It seems that your guard's ears are not very good~~"

"Scumbag! Your evil plan will not succeed!"

Siegroot pulled out the gorgeous platinum carved sword at his waist, pointed the blade at Malekith, and shouted angrily with courage

"Really? Do I need some evil plan after you foolishly refused to unite with that little girl?"

Malekith taunted all

He phantom became the envoy of the elves, and he was ready to wait for an opportunity to provoke the relationship between Alfred Wangsen and the five elf city-states, but unexpectedly, he didn't even have to provoke them himself, and the group of stupid elves split themselves.

If the elves were united, it would be a big problem for Malekith, but if they were scattered, they would be vulnerable, and they didn't even need to be defeated one by one, only some seemingly insignificant little plots were needed, It can make these spirits self-destruct.

The remorseful Siegroot suddenly felt an itching all over his body, and then, there was an itching feeling all over his body.

He threw down the sword in pain, and rolled on the ground in the dust like an insect. The pain that penetrated into the bone marrow made him want to commit suicide on the spot!

"what have you done?!"

Siegroot looked at the pustules and tumors growing on his body in horror, and the beautiful elf became disgusted and terrifying under the dense condensation of pain all over his body.

"I just...sprinkled a little bit of the plague."

Malekith squatted in front of Siglut, the mask of twisted pain seemed to reflect Siglut's face

"Three days ago, I had some interesting plagues on the water sources of the whole city—don't worry, you won't die, you will live, and live well."

Malekith's smile was twisted and terrifying, alive? That is indeed a gift, isn't it, although... living in a different way.

This kind of thing called 'spirit devouring plague' will not kill elves, but will only turn them into a twisted and mixed plague zombie, howling and living forever, and then constantly spreading the plague.

This kind of torture will last for a long time, or the time of torture is the time they survive.