Chapter 56 Origin of the Elves

The continent of Ferland was able to give birth to numerous Titans and Ancient Dragons, these powerful Demigods. Then the Finoton continent, even if the beings on it weren't as powerful as the Titans and Swift Dragons of Ferand, tens of thousands of years of accumulation should have given birth to quite a few powerful and ancient creatures. Just like the Father of Oaks in front of us. Only, they don't dominate the continent like Titans and Dragons. Instead, they were scattered all over the continent, not under each other. And there were no wars between the demigod races, and the ones that have survived until now are still relatively numerous. Realizing that the Finoton continent was not simple, Mike took the next journey much more seriously. Soon, he traveled through the vast forest where the oak forest was located and came over a vast swamp. A large lizardman tribe survived here, and a demigod level swamp lizard was their totem and master. Mike had good eyesight, and at that time, this lizardman tribe was organizing a festival. Originally, Mike had no idea about this swamp lizard that was deep in the swamp, but when this guy saw Mike flying over the swamp with a big grin and stopping in mid-air to observe the lizardmen's rituals, his aura was unrivaled, and the malice in his eyes was monstrous, which scared the lizardmen enough that the rituals were stopped. The swamp lizard then, as if irritated, gave a long roar and chased after him. 'The malice of the world has such a wonderful effect?" Shocked and delighted, Mac lured him out of the swamp, and the Platinum Moon shone completely bright for the first time on the continent of Finoton! In the end, under the fierce battle, the demigod giant lizard was granted a peaceful death, and the corpse was brought back to the Platinum Throne, while he himself suppressed another power, and the Law of Judgment grew stronger! The commotion of the demigod battle was too great, and Mack's beheading of the swamp giant lizard was quickly sensed by the powerhouses of the western continent of Finoton. The recent Father of Oaks was the first to know about his death-defying neighbor. After all, the circle of demigods was this big. He looked to the east, felt the vastness of the sword-like will coming from the swamp, and sighed. 'Being in World Malice and still daring to strut around the world, one must be powerful and strong and confident. This big lizard is truly brain-dead, living for so many years for nothing." 'However, this big lizard was somewhat delirious years ago and tended to be beastly, I don't know if it's a problem with its cultivation." He closed his eyes once again. ...... Inside the Great Swamp. That huge tribe of lizardmen had been confused. Their totem beliefs had been decapitated in front of them by winged men who fell from the sky, and each was terrified. A few days later. Only then did a lizardman warrior come out of the swamp to the place of the battle. He did not find the body of the totem, but there was a large wave of still-drying blood in the same spot. With a saddened heart, he lowered his head and drank. As a result, this demigod's blood purified by the Law of Judgment didn't kill him, but instead produced a marvelous change. He grew even taller and his transcendent talent became even stronger. Upon his return, this lizardman warrior seized the position of tribal patriarch. Thus was born the Lizardman royal family of Finoton. ........ After the great swamp, there was a vast grassland as vast as the sea. Coming over this grassland. Mike saw countless living beings and wild animals inhabiting the grassland, there were magical beasts as well as ordinary beasts. It was the height of summer, and a long winding river flowed through this prairie. Countless animals were drinking at the riverside, the magical beasts stood at the upper reaches, and the ordinary beasts were far away, not daring to come forward until the magical beasts had finished drinking. Slaughtering a few magical beasts for a toothsome meal, Mike continued on his way with the little turtle. Flying over this long river and heading deeper into the prairie, Mike realized. In the center of this prairie, there was also a large number of lions with blonde hair, and these lions, no matter how big or small they were, all had transcendent auras that appeared. Among them, the powerful ones even had the Legend realm, and their intelligence was not low. Clearly, this was a powerful Transcendent race. This is a per capita Transcendent ah! Whereas, what Mike's sight was intent on was an unknown relic that inexplicably stood in the depths of the grassland, emitting an ominous aura. Inside, there was the same powerful demigod aura leaking out, much more powerful than the Swamp Gargoyle from before. As his line of sight drooped over, a domineering and powerful aura suddenly erupted within the relic! It seemed like an overbearing monarch was expelling the outsiders. Vaguely, he saw a mighty and majestic golden giant lion standing between heaven and earth. The hair was exuberant and the body was golden! Obviously, the golden lions outside were all of his bloodline. At the domineering aura of the golden lion, Mike smiled. Just like that, he stood in the sky above this golden lion tribe, similarly letting go of his own volatile kingly aura as if it were dropping down from the nine heavens, even more domineering and majestic! He gazed at the figure of the golden lion demigod within that relic. After a long time, the aura within the relic finally weakened and eventually disappeared. At once. 'Heh." The sound of a light laugh echoed throughout this vast and boundless grassland. For a moment, throughout the grassland, the only scent was that of the wind blowing. These Feanorton's Demigods, one by one, knew to stay in their nests, not daring to leave their comfort zone. Not at all like Mike's previous giant lizard friend, who was hospitable. Below. On the prairie. All the golden lions fell to the ground under the pressure of Mike's aura, not daring to utter a single breath. The chief one, the Legendary Lion King, even buried his head low, panicked inside. 'Over the years, I've also seen some silver-haired, two-winged birdmen in the East, but they weren't this terrifying!" Sinking for a long time. A thought popped into its mind. 'I wonder, does that group of birdmen in the Great Forest of Nadashir, no, that group of beautiful winged men, like lionesses?" He had never seen a powerful existence that dared to flaunt itself like this over his ancestor's head, and that his ancestor had shown weakness. So until Mike left for a long time, the Legendary Lion King hung his head low, not daring to probe. Mike left the depths of the grassland and continued to the east. He flew over river valleys, mountains, and plains, and finally came to the edge of a vast forest. He stood under the clouds and saw from afar a village appear in the middle of the forest. The inhabitants of these villages still had the appearance of the trolls they once were, but their faces had softened a lot. They were not as thick and lanky as the trolls, and they had gotten a little shorter in height. If he had to describe them, Mike felt that they were in between the trolls and the elves. The Great Forest of Nadashir was the destination of the Giant Wood Clan of that year. They traveled east across the sea and trekked all the way to the place where they finally found a place to live. The thrills they encountered along the way were not mentioned, but in the end, they arrived here smoothly anyway. Nadashir, meaning the beautiful forest under the light of the silver moon. Upon arriving in Nadashir, the original leader of the Trollwood Clan renounced the race of Trolls and changed his name to Elf. And he was the first Elf King. For more than a thousand years, basically considered the development of the world, their footprints and traces of life spread throughout the entire Nadashir. This was the case with the villages in front of Mike. As for this troll clan, Mike had contacted them back then, and his opinion was not bad. He then thought of finding an elf clan to inquire about the current situation of the elf clan. So he brought the little turtle down from the sky and came to the outermost village gate. It was early in the morning and the light of day was breaking. Bruce, the forest ranger, had just finished preparing his bow and arrows and leather armor, and came out from the house, ready to start the day's outward forest patrol. There was a transcendent aura on his body, and he was probably a professional at the official rank. In this small village of the Ancestor Elves near the edge of the forest, he was considered a big shot. At this time, it was just right. Bruce had just walked to the entrance of the village when he saw a distinctive winged man walking head-on outside the village! He had silver hair and purple eyes, and was as powerful as a holy king, with an upright and impressive posture! There was also a small turtle standing on his shoulder that stood up like a human. Such an aura reminded Bruce of the Supreme Silver Moon King Arthas that he had met when he was serving in the royal capital to join the army. No, the aura of this winged king was even more than Altais, as if it was the difference between the sun and the stars in the high heavens. He was strangely surprised in his heart. 'I haven't heard that there is such a king among the winged people, huh?" Back then, the winged people who followed the Giant Wood Clan to the Finoton Continent had about fifty at the beginning, and when they eventually arrived in Nadashir, there were only thirty or so left. But for more than a thousand years. This winged man had also multiplied to a community size of a few thousand, and now belonged to be a vassal of the Nadashir Elf Royal Court, and had always maintained good relations with the Elf Clan.