Chapter 58 The Elf Project

Not to say exactly the same, can only say very similar, especially that a wave of self-confidence lofty demeanor! Coupled with the sense of closeness and oppression that Mike had brought to their bloodline, they were sure that the winged man in front of them was their ancestor king! Let them be sure that the winged man in front of them was their ancestor, the king of the clan! The old winged man burst into old tears. Under his leadership, thousands of winged people bowed down in midair in unison, performing the supreme rite of the winged tribe. 'King!" 'King!" The commotion in the sky had long since attracted the attention of the entire Teiraner region. In the forest, the forest rangers put away their bows and arrows and looked up. On the streets, the elven residents put down what they were doing, stepped out of their tree houses, and looked up to the sky. Even the Elven King Arthas stepped out of his palace, the Court of the Nightmoon, on his scepter to look up into the sky. Almost all of the winged people of Tayiranl flew into the sky and bowed down respectfully to a young winged man with silver hair and purple eyes, calling out 'King"! The sound was so loud that it echoed through the heavens and the earth! All the elves couldn't help but raise questions in their minds. 'Who is that winged man?!" 'Sounds like the king of the winged men?!" .... Mid-air. Mike looked at the people who had been separated from their millennia of shelter, and still respectfully bowed down at his arrival, and smiled in relief. 'Good, since you all still worship me as king. You will be like the winged people on the other continent, bathing in the light of the Platinum Moon!" These words, however, caused the crowd of winged people to look embarrassed. The old winged man at the head opened his mouth to explain. 'King, for more than a thousand years, we have already believed in the Silver Moon, just like the Elves. That white gold moon that appeared five hundred years ago, the clansmen are afraid that it will be hard to agree with it!" Mike smiled at his words. 'Clansmen, that white gold moon is my incarnation!" After saying that, his mind moved, and the Platinum Moon in the sky suddenly shone with a platinum radiance and projected down. And above Mike's head, a pure white aperture appeared, and then the silhouette of a white gold moon emerged behind him! Divine majesty! This surprised the crowd of winged people. 'So I, the King, am the newborn white gold moon!" The king had unexpectedly become like a god, holding the bright moon high in the sky! A part of the winged men immediately expressed their intention to convert, a part of the winged men hesitated, and another part of the winged men struggled with their eyes! Mike looked at them one by one and smiled at them. 'No matter, faith is free. Whether you believe in the Silver Moon or the Platinum Moon, you are my people." Watching the crowd of winged people all let out a sigh of relief at once! In the bottom of his heart, but he sighed, noting down the reactions of each of these winged people. After too long, even the deepest bloodline connection would be corrupted by faith. It still required some means to do so. But this was all an afterthought, he looked at the winged people and said. 'Next, you guys find a few people and take me to meet the Elf King!" 'Yes!" The great land below. Watching the Platinum Moon suddenly light up with radiant light, Supreme King Arthas' face changed greatly. He was well-informed and had long known the significance represented by the white gold moon in the sky. Seeing Mike walking down the sky under the winged people's leadership, he walked towards his Court of the Night Moon. Althaeus took a deep breath, gripped the silver moon scepter in his hand, and stood in front of the court, waiting quietly. Waiting for Mac to walk in, guided by several winged men. Althaeus straightened his coat and used a standard elven salute. He was more like the elves of later chapters than the others, at least the face had completely shed its trollish grimness and become gentle and civilized, with impeccable manners. 'Exalted Lord of the Platinum Moon, I am the elf Altais, and welcome to Teiranr!" 'You recognize me?" Listening to his demeanor and speech, Mike could tell that the elf king, whose title was 'Supreme King", recognized his identity. 'Half a month ago, the Platinum Moon suddenly shone, and its light enveloped the Lost Swamp. After that, news came that the king of the swamp, Martellus, had been killed!" 'That being who decapitated the King of the Swamp, that's you, isn't it!" 'It's me!" Mike smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgement. Arthas immediately exclaimed in admiration. 'What an incomparably glorious battle, even the heavens and the sea cannot contain your bosom. Grasslands and forests cannot even begin to tell the story of your greatness, salute to you, Exalted Platinum Moon Sovereign. If I hadn't already believed in the Silver Moon, I would have definitely sought your refuge!" Mike laughed out loud as he listened. This Supreme King first praised him for his greatness and bosom, and then said that he had already believed in the Silver Moon and could not be converted. 'Artax, you are very clever!" Mike said meaningfully. 'Don't worry, who you believe in is your freedom, I don't think anyone will interfere with people's beliefs!" Altais was relieved to hear that. He was only a Legend, although he held the Silver Moon Scepter and was able to barely reach the level of a Demigod. But if Mack were to use strong-arm tactics to interrupt the elves' faith in Silvermoon, he could only use his last resort to awaken the Lord of Silvermoon. Luckily, he realized that Mike seemed to have the same scruples. Of course Mike had scruples. He did want to destroy Silvermoon's faith before, such as killing all of the primordial elves in Nadashir. But as soon as this thought appeared, his heart beat wildly, as if a great crisis would appear. This made him hurriedly put down the thought. He guessed that this would make the being in Silvermoon would wake up earlier. He didn't know the depths of the Lord of the Silver Moon yet, but there was no doubt that it would be no worse than him, and most likely even stronger. The same as the bright moon in the sky, the Lord of the Silver Moon in a fit of rage, pulling his Platinum Moon to fall into the sky with him, was still able to do. Putting aside these distractions. Mike then asked about one of the issues he was most concerned about on this trip. 'Artax, I'm curious. How did your ancestors, slowly change you from trolls to elves?" Altais sniffed and his face changed for a moment. This was one of the biggest secrets of the Elves, and he didn't want to reveal it. But looking at Mike's resolute violet eyes, and an aura that was about to burst forth. He gritted his teeth and still decided to answer. Anyway, this secret, even if Mack knew it, he wouldn't necessarily be able to replicate it! 'Honorable Platinum Moon Sovereign, I cannot describe such a thing in words. But I can show you, please also follow me." 'Good, lead the way." 'The Supreme King" Arthas nodded, lifted the one man tall Silver Moon Scepter, and led Mack towards the back of the Court of the Night Moon. The winged people consciously stopped where they were and waited, the secrets of the Elf King were not something they could pry into. Only a king of the high heavens like Mack could make the always majestic and unfathomable Supreme King Arthas submit! It was midsummer night. All the way deep, the graceful elven courtyard was deep and covered with flowers, with a dreamy beauty. Back then, when Mike was a player, he had also entered the depths of the royal court of the Elf Kingdom of Ferland Continent, only that time it was for the purpose of completing a quest, and was led by an elf guard. This place was similar to the courtyard at that time, except that there was a popular elf queen who swung on a swing and was called 'A Midsummer Night's Dream" by players! Mike had taken several quests from her. The further we went, the more the feeling of vitality grew! In the end, Arthas brought Mack to the giant tree Taylaner. This was a mysterious forbidden place shrouded by the light of the silver moon! Looking up, the light of the silver moon continuously poured into this forbidden place shrouded in silver splendor from the silver moon high in the sky. There were no excessive sentiments. Under the guidance of Altais, Mike crossed a film of silver light like water and walked into this mysterious place. Only once he entered, he was immediately attracted by the light before him! Like a round of visual feast. Only to see not far ahead. A large well shining with brilliant colors and filled with ethereal light appeared in front of Mike. The well was surrounded by pale tree roots, and inside the well, at a glance, it seemed to be swirling with golden water light. At a second glance, the water inside was quiet and serene, and an ancient and eternal aura flowed through it! The well water inside was like the golden blood of a titan! No, this was the essence of nature from the Tree of Nature, Thaylaner! On top of that, a pillar of silver-colored radiance that seemed almost void descended from the high heavens, straight into this golden well, whereupon marvelous changes were suddenly born! 'Well of Eternity!" Even if Elf King Althaus hadn't yet reported the name, the name instantly surfaced in his mind!