Chapter 60 The Birth of the Siren's Song

The winged men had built a town here as a settlement for their people. The chief was the old winged man, Haider-Le-Wind, who followed Mack. Among the Elves, the owners of such divided lands were not called chiefs, but lords. The elf lords of each place plus the royal court of the elf king built up the present-day Nadashir elf society. Haider also made an exception and became one of the elf lords. The winged man town was named Urul. It was the name of the first winged man lord, Urule Lie Wind. It had been passed down to the generation of the old winged man, Haider Lie-Wind, for more than 50 generations. When the old winged man introduced himself to his family name, the Wind surname was the collective name of those fifty winged men who had taken Wind as their surname back then, before they traveled east. So now this winged people group in Finoton could actually be subdivided into wind winged people, which was considered a branch of the first winged people race. After many years of surviving within the environment of the overflowing energy of the Eternal Well in the Nadashir Forest, although this overflowing energy mainly acted on the elves under the influence of the Silver Moon, the winged people who were in the middle of it were more or less affected in some way. Their figures were more slender and elongated, their faces more graceful. And in the middle name of the old winged man Haider's name: Column. It was in honor of the source ancestor of the family's origins, the Hawkman Lie! Hearing this familiar and long-standing name in a foreign continent made Mike feel a deep loneliness once again. Column, more than a thousand years ago, was one of Mike's closest companions when he was a teenager. To this day, he could still recall Column's appearance, that tall and thin eagle man as in front of his eyes. It made him look at the old winged man much more kindly. The bloodline of a good friend. The winged people were fast. Arriving over the winged town of Urule, Mack took a general look and found that the winged people of Urule lived a pretty good life, just inevitably tainted with some of the customs and aesthetics of the elves. But this was harmless. As long as one lived a good life, it was inevitable to be tainted with some elven habits. The residents of the winged man town were still mostly those winged men during the day, and there were also some winged men who had rushed back urgently from abroad, and all of them were outside to greet them at this time. When Mike arrived. Thousands of winged people once again clattered and knelt down on the large ground to express their respect for their ancestor clan king. Mike stood in mid-air and encouraged them for a long time, and under the light of the Platinum Moon, the sacred majesty of Mike was even more evident! Among the Winged People, someone memorized this scene in his heart, and in the following years, he created a painting of it at home. Later, this famous painting called 'The Lord of White Gold" was passed down to future generations by his descendants. Afterward. Mike came to the residence of the old winged man Haider. A few strong men among the wind winged men came to follow Mike. These were the winged men who had converted the fastest today. The old winged man lit a candle flame, and Mack sat at the top, looked at them, and smiled. 'Over the years, being away from the clan and developing in the Finoton continent, it's really hard for you guys." 'King, we don't work hard!" Several winged men immediately stood up in fear and trepidation. 'My eyes won't lie to me. Alright, let's not talk about this for now, this time when I came to the Finoton Continent, aside from my own business, I also have a task to give you guys." 'King, please command!" Several winged men said respectfully. 'I don't mind the freedom of faith, but if more beings believe in me, it would be equally beneficial to me!" 'This time, I won't be bringing you back to the Ferand Continent, you need to publicize the beliefs of the Platinum Moon as much as you can amongst the Elves." 'I allow my followers to believe in both the Silver Moon and the Platinum Moon! I think it will be easier to develop the faith this way!" The several winged men looked at each other after hearing this, their eyes solemn. 'King, we will try our best to do this well!" 'Well, don't put too much pressure on yourself, there's no rush for something like this. If we can't finish it in one generation, we'll do it in two or three, in short, just go ahead and do it on the premise of ensuring safety." 'Also, if you encounter difficulties that are really hard to solve, just call out my name to the Platinum Moon!" Mike instructed. 'Yes, King!" The several winged men nodded their heads. Mike nodded in satisfaction. He didn't expect this move to destroy the Silver Moon's faith; the Elves weren't that much of a fool. But it was also good to add a little blockage to the Silvermoon Lord. In the future, the Elves of the Nadashir Forest were divided into several groups. Among them, the strongest and most numerous group was the Silver Moon Elves (Nadashir Elves), the current Elves. The other elf groups are the Forest Elves (Wordsil Elves), the Sun Elves (Xena Elves), the Dark Elves (Eve Elves), the Sea Elves (Ossian Elves), and the Elves of Light (Brett Elves), and so on. But after today, in the future, when the Elves are divided, there may be another Platinum Elf. After that, Mack spent some more time in the Nadashir Forest, where he approached the Elf King Arthas to inquire about where some of the nearby demigods were. And found a chance to finish off a demigod known as the Mountain Python, which was one of the several demigods in the center of the Finoton Continent, closest to the Elves. The news that the Python of the Mountain had been killed made Elf King Arthas extremely happy. The Elves had always wanted to expand into the mountainous lands to the west, but it was a pity that the Momir Mountain Range was blocked by this Mountain Python, making it difficult to advance an inch. A large number of elves had even died because of this. Platinum Moon had killed the Mountain Python, which made them very happy. Little Turtle, on the other hand, accompanied the winged children to play with them every day in the small town of Urule, and also built a hot spring in the middle of the town. A few days later. Mike brought the Little Turtle back to the continent of Ferland. A few months later. Mike brought the little turtle back to the east coast of the city of Uriel. A few years before and after, the winged people's race had not changed much. But these few years. A bizarre thing happened within the Goblin Empire's capital, Proadas. A year ago. Proadas lost a large number of Goblin children for several months in a row. At first, the goblins didn't care, this kind of thing happens every year, it's not strange. But soon, the goblin children disappeared in batches, and in the end, it was almost too much to contain, as if a huge black hand was acting in the imperial capital, and almost one tenth of the goblin families lost their children. There were also many children of nobles among them. This made the Goblin Empire take it seriously. The city hall of Proadas began to investigate the matter, but there were not many children lost daily. For a time, people were on edge. The highest municipal official of Proadas, Bros, saw that the matter was getting bigger and bigger and could not help but sit down, and even more unlucky was that the Gnome Emperor, Meshia Amiguel, was overwhelmed by the cries of the nobles all day long. The emperor took the excuse to be furious, ordered him to immediately investigate clearly, and let the nobles go directly to the city hall. The city hall investigated for several days without result. In desperation, Supreme Municipal Officer Brose asked the underground gangs of the Shady Side. Only to be told that it wasn't them, that they wouldn't do such a crazy thing and couldn't do such a thing. And, even their leader's young son was missing, and they were looking for him. As the incident got bigger and bigger. Just as all the city hall officials were at a loss. A not-so-small disaster erupted in Proadas. One night, inside a small forest close to Mount Proadas. A head of creatures slightly shorter than the height of an adult goblin, with black and red skin, two horns on its head, a stooped posture, and a sulfuric smell that filled it with an evil and dark aura came out from it. These dark creatures are several thousand heads, came to the city of Proadas, see goblins will kill, see life will eat. This incident once again alarmed the goblin emperor Meshia Amiguel. He hurriedly mobilized the forbidden guards to surround and kill them. Luckily, these dark creatures were not powerful and were killed cleanly in one night. However, a strange thing appeared, after these guys were killed, some goblins were surprised to find out when they cleaned up the corpses. Although these dark and evil creatures had repulsive faces and strange forms, between their eyebrows, there was a vague shadow of the child he had once lost! Soon, more and more Goblins discovered such a coincidence, and a feeling of a full-body chill enveloped all of them. But they didn't have time to be angry yet. Immediately afterward, the aura of the bottomless abyss suddenly enveloped half of Proadas. In the grove from earlier, a scaly demon stepped out, hissing and raging as he killed every goblin within sight. This was an Abyssal Higher Inferior Demon, stronger than the average Legend and close to the Demigod realm.