The elves were confused.
To be honest, it took them a lot of courage to reveal their identities in front of humans. it could even be said that each of them was ready to rise up and resist.
Humans might not kill them, but would lock them up, torture them and subject them to humiliation.
Isaac also had this type of mentality. He even had the desire to show Elder Witchell and Angus how stupid their decision was.
However, the result was beyond every elf’s expectations.
The humans did indeed surround them, but didn’t arrest them as suspected. Even…
There was an indescribable sense of flattery in their words and expressions.
They had been lurking in human society for many years and had done a lot of research on humans. What’s more, elves had a keen sense for malice, especially after being deeply hurt by humans.
But…
Isaac stared at the humans beside him who were trying to squeeze in. They were almost scrambling to be first and showed crazy gestures. However, they kept a distance of around one meter from the elves.
The one standing in front would scold the person behind them and roar angrily, but when Isaac looked at him, this person would immediately put on the brightest and friendliest smile, showing off like a male in the courtship period.
Isaac was disgusted by this analogy. He shook his head and looked at Elder Witchell.
The always wise and steady elder showed a rare feeling of bewilderment. He tried his best to suppress it, but Isaac still saw it.
He squeezed next to Elder Witchell and whispered, “They all seem to be the braves.”
Elder Witchell was old so he was used to living in seclusion. Moreover, the time when the braves appeared wasn’t long. It was only approximately half a year. This was a snap of a finger for an elf.
Thus, Elder Witchell didn’t know much about the braves.
“The braves?” Elder Witchell frowned slightly before saying, “Are you talking about the legend of Roland?”
According to legend, once certain conditions were met, the giant summoning circle left over from ancient times would automatically release its seal.
Braves from other worlds would be summoned to save the people from dire straits and lead the Roland Empire back to its peak.
Elder Witchell had heard this legend but he never believed it. If this was true, the Roland Empire wouldn’t have been declining in the past one hundred years.
The irony was that even if the Roland Empire declined to this point, it could still pose a threat of annihilation to the elves.
“That’s right, Elder Witchell. They are braves from another world. They were indispensable to Roland’s success in resisting the beast wave this time.”
Isaac explained in a low voice about the deeds of the brave.
“Their race is particularly… enthusiastic and very friendly to the people of Roland. Every day, they help the orphans, the old and the young who have lost their loved ones. They do it day after day and are very persistent.”
He seemed to be praising the braves and had a good impression of them, but Isaac knew that he was only stating facts.
He was full of hostility toward human beings, no matter whether they were the Roland people or the so-called braves.
Elder Witchell naturally understood this.
Before, he could attribute it to the fact that they were from the same race so the braves were so kind to the Roland people. Then now…
Elder Witchell couldn’t help having doubts when he felt this ‘enthusiasm’ personally and was under the fierce gaze of the braves.
But what made him collapse the most was—
“Elder Witchell, look over here. My name is Spicy Hot Pot!”
“Elder Wichell…”
“Elder Wichell…”
Why did it seem like everyone knew him? Why? What was going on?
Just as the elves were feeling helpless, the city guards finally arrived.
Facing the guards, the players were really obedient. After all, being caught in prison was too miserable. This was especially true in the Roland Empire where the minimum penalty was seven days.
The most ruthless thing was that they would be immediately blacklisted if they resisted arrest and escaped.
Not only would the faction warehouse be unavailable and the NPCs arrest them when seeing them, but the NPCs would find them very annoying and the favorability would drop like crazy!
The city guards seemed to be used to dealing with the players’ affairs and were very familiar with it. They quickly rescued the elves from the siege.
Compared to facing the confusing players, the elves couldn’t help sighing with relief when seeing the city guards.
This was the routine they were familiar with!
Then soon, they discovered that the city guards didn’t act according to the rules.
“Are you Elder Witchell of the elf tribe?”
The leader of the city guards was respectful and had perfect etiquette.
“His Majesty is aware of your arrival. Please follow us. His Majesty has summoned you.”
They were very curious about the legendary elves but none of the soldiers showed it on their faces.
After the scientific military management, even the most ordinary soldiers no longer showed the laziness and superiority of the inner city people.
Ever since the inner city barriers were torn down, the concept of the inner city was infinitely weakened and the original class concept was subtly changing.
The attitude of the soldiers also surprised the elves.
In any case, they had come to Imperial City and restored their identity as elves in order to meet the ruler of Roland and obtain his approval. This was what the new queen asked of them.
They might feel aggrieved and uneasy, but they eventually followed the soldiers and took a suspension car to the palace.
Isaac sat in the suspension car, surrounded by his companions in the front, back and left. There was only one human sitting in the driver’s seat. This made him feel at ease and a bit dazed at the same time.
He didn’t expect that he would one day ride in a human car as an elf, and it wasn’t a prison car.
Sitting next to him was Angus, whose nervous expression had eased slightly.
The attitude of the braves toward them was a bit unexpected, but at least everything was developing in a good direction. As the one who proposed this action, his pressure could finally be relieved.
Angus relaxed slightly and habitually looked out the window. He wanted to see the street scene outside and grasp the geographical information. However, he was speechless for a moment when he saw the scene outside the window.
On the rooftops along the street, skilled elementalists kept jumping past, obviously chasing them.
Angus couldn’t help frowning. A wind elementalist actually flew to his window and waved to him with a warm smile.
Angus, “……”
So what did these braves want? Were there any benefits to following them?
What he didn’t know was—
[Ahhh, I like this elf uncle! The modeling is simply amazing. How did the game team create such a melancholic and decadent temperament?]
[Alas, the streamer’s level is too low and I can’t even see his name.]
[D*mn, every elf pokes hard at my aesthetics. Even the grandpa looks good!]
[Ahhhh, the elf uncle is looking over! Streamer, go and talk to him. I’ll give you a rocket launcher!]
For the sake of the reward, this wind elementalist player was even more diligent. He was about to get closer to talk to Angus. As a result—
Agnus watched him come over and quickly rolled up the car window, isolating the strange elementalist who looked like a brave.
Then he looked away. Out of sight, out of mind.
Fortunately, after entering the palace, the chasing braves were all stopped and blocked outside the palace gate.
“Oh, I can’t see the plot again!”
Some players stood at the gate of the palace and complained, “Why do the NPCs in this game like to secretly engage in the plot behind the players’ backs? Please give the research party a way to survive!”
Perhaps seeing that he had a dangerous tendency, the guards at the palace gate stared at him warily. Some even gripped their swords.
These days, the guards protecting the palace gate were all one star elementalists.
Originally, those who were one star or above should go to the front lines. However, now there was no shortage of people on the front lines. Some one star elementalists who had served on the front lines for many years were sent back. This way, people could be with their families. It could be regarded as a promotion and salary increase.
Due to this, the combat effectiveness of the palace guards had been significantly improved. Not to mention the star strength, the killing aura from their bodies alone was enough to frighten people.
The player was so stressed that he quickly waved his hand to indicate that he was just passing by. Then he stepped aside to look at the wall and sigh.
The player’s shooting perspective could be moved very far, but it would automatically turn into a mosaic when filming inside a residence.
Therefore, they couldn’t use this to peek into the palace, let alone peek at other people’s privacy.
At this time, some players recognized this player as a well-known research expert on the Star Forum and gave him advice.
“Go and find Blue Mark! He is the only one who can enter the palace now!”
“Yes, he is in the Asmo Mountains. Let him return to the city and come here!”
The players were discussing how to enter the palace to watch the ‘drama’, but Elder Witchell and the others had already arrived outside the hall under the leadership of the soldiers.
Along the way, Elder Witchell and the others felt like they were walking on thin ice. The strength of the palace guards made them feel a bit of pressure.
The power of the forest elves came from plants and was closely related to the Tree of Life. As for Elder Witchell, the disaster caused his strength to retreat rather than advance. Now he was only comparable to a two star strength.
According to his induction, there were actually three star powerhouses in Roland’s palace. There were also many two star ones.
For them, this place was really a dragon’s pond and tiger’s den.
The survival of the forest elves depended entirely on the emperor of Roland’s attitude.
If he was still like Roland’s nobles in the past, they would rather choose to die than sacrifice their freedom in exchange for a temporary survival!
Seeing the palace door in front of him that was as majestic as a mountain, Elder Witchell looked solemn. The feeling of being destroyed by the braves was back!
He took a deep breath and led the elves to step inside generously and sacrificially.
The silver-haired emperor sitting on the throne glanced over casually.
Elder Witchell’s back stiffened and cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the weaker elves.
A four star powerhouse!
The little emperor of Roland’s strength had actually reached four stars!
After all, Elder Witchell was originally a high star powerhouse. His strength might’ve deteriorated but he still had good vision.
He felt the coercion emanating from the young emperor. Even though the emperor didn’t do anything and just sat there, a sense of despair and the desire to surrender rose in his heart.
Even Elder Witchell was like this, let alone Isaac and the others.
This was the fear of the strong that was engraved in their blood. They didn’t know the opponent’s specific star rating, but their instincts were still driving them.
They struggled to suppress this instinct. Just as they were about to lose, Elder Witchell leaned on his scepter and knelt on the ground with one knee.
The elves felt that the breath they were holding in their chests was relieved. They all knelt down on one knee.
Elder Witchell felt bitter in his heart, but this was the only way to make the scene a bit better.
He calmed down and said loudly according to human etiquette, “Elf Elder Witchell here to see Your Majesty Roland!”
The elves whose minds were blank, including Isaac, also subconsciously followed suit but their names were slightly changed.
Xu Sili looked at the elves below. He had actually been observing them with his spiritual power. Seeing them acting like this, he quickly put away his spiritual power.
You respect me and I respect you.
His principles were that simple.
The elves obviously felt that the pressure that was like a dark cloud had disappeared. They all sighed with relief.
Elder Witchell continued, “The elf tribe is willing to pledge allegiance to the Roland Empire. Please accept us, Your Majesty!”
He hid many of the causes and consequences, but he really couldn’t say much.
All the elves held their breaths and waited nervously for Xu Sili’s answer.
Would he accept the surrender of the elves? Or would he capture them and turn them into his slaves?
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