448: Chapter 247 Dark Moon Elf, is the Forest of the Elves about to split?
448: Chapter 247 Dark Moon Elf, is the Forest of the Elves about to split?
Hill stopped in his tracks, glanced southwest, and let out a sigh.
He had been walking here alone for so long, and not a single assassin had co.
Hill was well aware that the dwarves would never give up their plan to assassinate him.
Before Hill’s retaliation, he was just on their must-kill list, but after his Erald Butterfly sealed most of their mines, Hill must have topped that list.
He knew well how stubborn this race was; their racial traits wouldn’t change just because they slipped into the Evil Faction, they’d only beco more obstinate.
Treading the short pasture and inhaling the fragrance of fresh flowers, Hill strolled on the prairie for a long ti.
He paused, gently released the Tornado Scroll he held in his sleeve.
Hill was prepared, ready to send anyone who dared co after him skyward with a series of 360 tornadoes, directly escorting them to the World’s End to et the Earth Bear.
Saving them the trouble of finding it themselves.
The dwarves had lost such a golden opportunity!
It was a pity that the magic array he had painstakingly designed, which failed many tis before being etched into the scroll, didn’t get a chance to be tested.
Hill regretfully clapped his hands together, deciding to save it for next ti.
Unless they could eliminate Hill imdiately, the dwarves still retreated in the face of the Sea God’s strong divine power.
Agleya’s divinity was indeed a bit challenging for the dwarves.
Before they had completely conceded, they certainly didn’t want their entire nation turned into an underwater world.
No dwarf would want to live in water.
If they could kill Hill, a bit of suffering would be worth it, at least they’d achieve their goal.
However, even when Hill’s mana and spiritual power were greatly depleted, and he had to go back to rest, a dwarven demigod couldn’t directly kill him with divine artifacts.
Now that Hill was vigilant, it would be even harder to kill him.
The dwarven demigod had probably given up on doing the killing themselves.
Though Hill couldn’t identify this demigod, he could guess a bit.
Dwarves had no king; they were straightforward.
Their only leader was the Dwarf King.
The highest authority in the Dwarf Kingdom was the Circle of Elders, they managed the entire country, but the highest position belonged to the Pantheon.
The form of the human mage’s parliant was learned from the dwarves.
Although one could join the Circle of Elders by becoming a legend, most were just there to make up the numbers.
The twelve Grand Elders in the Circle, directly appointed by the Dwarf King, were the true leaders.
They could even enter the most secretive temple directly and communicate with all the dwarven deities.
Hill suspected that the person who ca to assassinate him was one of the three female Grand Elders among the twelve.
He didn’t believe that a demigod could hide in the temple for hundreds of thousands of years without stepping out.
Once they stepped out, they would leave traces.
During this period, Hill went through all the books related to dwarves without finding a single clue.
Hill didn’t believe there could be a completely non-existent demigod.
But it was possible for a demigod with enough patience to disguise themselves as a legend.
Hill knew they would strike again.
To those persistent dwarves, Hill was a huge trouble.
The appearance of the Erald Butterfly proved that their intention to kill Hill was not wrong.
Hill, who had reached the legendary realm in such a short ti, might be able to withstand the elental storm at the edge of the world in a year or two and be directly summoned by the Earth Bear.
As long as Hill could reach there alive, the earth’s recovery speed would be unparalleled.
Logically, even if they knew it would be hard to successfully attack Hill now, this might be the only chance.
Hill had stood in the sky for so long and encountered such a pleasant thing, it was easy to let his guard down.
William wasn’t lingering around either.
Such a great opportunity, yet they didn’t make a move.
Hill suspected these dwarves intended to use poison; with so many humans, there were bound to be a few willing to do the job for money.
Having humans directly attack Hill, there probably weren’t many fools who would do it.
Even if there were, they would just be practice targets for Hill.
But finding so reckless individuals to use poison was still quite possible.
However, to poison a Nature Warlock, it would take an exceptionally rare toxin to be effective.
Hill had studied demonic poisons and could easily neutralize them.
Hill’s control over the laws of Earth, Wood, and Water could almost neutralize all the toxins in this world, most from other worlds included.
He thought, perhaps he could finally witness so high-level extraterrestrial specialties?
Hill gently sighed.
For the ti being, he probably shouldn’t casually buy food.
The Undead Tribe always remained the biggest unpredictable factor.
No matter how well William controlled them, he couldn’t stop the sudden whims of the Undead Tribe.
Without a mission, they couldn’t directly target Hill, but it wasn’t entirely safe either.
The last ti they tried to kill Hill, they couldn’t choose Hill directly either.
Didn’t they still co up with a way to use the range of group attack spells to include Hill?
William could control the vast majority of the Undead Tribe because in that world, it was popular for each player to control a single character, and it was the players who were banned, not their characters.
For the undead, when they wanted to play, they feared being banned, even if only for a few months, they would cry together in groups.
But no ga was perfect, and there were always people who disliked it.
This otherworldly fantasy ga had lasted so long that soone was bound to get tired of it.
When soone wanted to switch gas, they didn’t care if their account was permanently banned.
Before leaving the ga completely, those who felt they’d never return often sold gold, sold equipnt, and did sothing spectacular on the side.
Otherwise, William wouldn’t have locked those undead’s packages in the Capital of Saral.
They were reportedly only allowed to take out daily necessities and food potions from their packages in Kexlote; alchemical bombs and such were prohibited in that area.
But in Central City, there didn’t seem to be such restrictions, given that it was a battlefield.
Hill decided not to take any risks before the dwarf war ended.
Hill abandoned the idea of continuing his walk and flew directly to Central City.
After greeting Adrian, who stood atop the Magic Tower, Hill released the Cloud House above the white clouds and went inside.
This ti, he activated the cloud-making function of the Cloud House, fixing the ship firmly in the sky above Central City.
Though he’d activated the communicator, his maternal grandfather was still in seclusion.
Such a major event like the Continuous Moon Elves hadn’t brought him out.
Hill figured Fran was indeed improving his demi-god artifact, although it was an excuse.
Otherwise, he would have co asking about how the Moon Tree ca to be by now.
A mage would never rely on speculation to determine the truth of sothing.
Hill ca back so hastily to watch the fun.
The Elven God King should be about to make his decision.
Hill believed that if he planned to attack the Moon Halo under the Three Gods’ attack, he would have done so early on; otherwise, he should’ve changed the na of those hybrid Moon Elves right when the Moon Trees appeared.
Yet, he neither acted nor changed their na, just sitting idly until the last day.
Hill really couldn’t understand the mindset that made this Divine King delay for so long.
Hill opened an Elf Magic Book in his hands, glancing at it every once in a while.
These ancient magic books from the Forest of the Elves were made of a special type of leaf, which Hill always suspected ca from their World Tree.
The feeling was unique; whenever Hill touched the pages, he felt a sense of antiquity.
The matter of na changes, the Elven God King wouldn’t announce them to the world himself.
Embarrassing issues could only be handled by the Queen of the Forest of the Elves.
She would send national docunts to great human kingdoms and dwarves, declaring changes among the elves.
Of course, given the temperant of the Forest of the Elves, sending such docunts, none of the elves would be willing to deliver them personally.
They would have to fuss a while before finding an unfortunate individual of sufficient status but lacking power to bear this significant responsibility.
Ordinary people could only wait for notifications, but there was another way to know imdiately.
The elves’ own magic books.
To show their friendliness to human mages, they had specially gifted many ancient magic books of this unique material.
Human mages had long discovered that if the Elven God King issued any special decree, the contents of these books would change accordingly.
Hill quietly waited.
He was curious about what na the Elven God King would give to these unfortunate ones.
Hill leaned on his hand, listening to Lily of the Valley’s gentle singing, when the pale green pages of the magic book on his table began to glow faintly.
Hill noticed the words “Moon Elves” on the open page starting to change and imdiately focused his attention.
After a few seconds of astonishnt, he burst into laughter.
“Dark Moon Elves?” What on earth was that?
What if he slipped and said the old na?
The Elven God King must have changed the na on his own to avoid embarrassnt, right?
Did he na it “Dark Moon” just to slap the face of the Goddess of the Silvermoon?
Would the hybrid Moon Elves directly break away from the Forest of the Elves?
A burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the Lord’s Mansion below.
It seed William also had one of those elven magic books.
There must have been quite a few legendary figures waiting to see, with the sound of laughter almost causing elental resonance.
Hill turned his head slightly to look out of the study, seeing that Adrian had hastily landed on Hill’s deck.
“Hill, did you bring an elf magic book with you?”
“I’ve seen it already.” Hill held up the book in his hand.
“Then you don’t need it anymore, right?” Adrian’s eyes squinted happily, “Let use it.”
Hill handed the book to him, “Uncle Adrian didn’t bring it with you?”
“No.” Adrian replied straightforwardly, “Such a book mostly boasting about the elves’ prowess, except for learning Elven Script, who would read it?
I just ca to try my luck, but you actually brought it!”
Hill chuckled, “My instinct told it would be useful.”
Adrian rolled his eyes.
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