"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at me like that."
Looking at Victoria's little eyes, Xilaiya covered her mouth and laughed.
"Also, Her Royal Highness the Princess is much more tolerant than you think."
Speaking of the Elf Princess, Xilaiya's eyes were full of longing and pride.
"She doesn't care who I support, or whether anyone supports her."
"She only believes in herself. As long as she has the power to overcome everything, everything else is nothing."
"As a king, I don't need support from others, I only need punishment."
"She believes that there is nothing that cannot be done in this world!"
“I was thinking”
Xilaiya lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Perhaps, no one can catch her eye."
Then, Xilaiya raised her eyes and looked at Victoria.
"Now, there's you"
"No"
Xilaiya thought of the figure in the blood mist, "Maybe, there will be one more"
"Is that the king?"
Victoria frowned when she heard what Xilaiya thought about the Elf Princess.
"I don't think that using force to make people submit is what a king does."
"Isn't it true that power exists to constrain?"
"Powerful forces need to be restrained, so there are laws."
“I don’t know about that.”
Xilaiya waved her hand, "I don't know, what's the big truth?"
“But I know”
Xilaiya looked at Victoria and grinned:
"Powerful forces are difficult to restrain. If you want to restrain powerful forces, you must use a force that is even more powerful than it."
"But, in this case, what's the difference between you and Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
"The strong prey on the weak, this is the natural choice"
"The reason why the weak can survive is that the strong still have compassion"
"otherwise"
Shilaiya touched her neck.
“We would have died a long time ago”
"After all, we still have a big gap with the top monsters."
"But"
"All right"
Victoria wanted to say something, but Xilaiya obviously didn't want to talk to Victoria on this topic.
“It’s getting late.”
"Miss Victoria, it's time for you to take a holy bath."
"Um"
Victoria nodded, knowing what Xilaiya meant, and said nothing more.
Under the leadership of Shilaiya.
The two stepped onto the bridge.
The Elf Sanctuary is bathed in the morning light, and the suspended bridge woven with vines sways gently underfoot.
Victoria's silver hair brushed against her crystal lily of the valley earrings.
She reached out to hold the railing covered with stardust moss and looked at the city that had coexisted with the remains of giant trees for thousands of years.
The air was filled with the unique scent of moon dew of the light elves, and in the distance came the morning prayer songs of harp and bagpipe.
Seventeen spirally growing crystal pillars surround the central square, and each pillar has a rainbow flower blooming on top that never fades.
That is a holy object solidified by the first Elf King using the sap of the World Tree.
"This way, Victoria."
The guide's butterfly wings reflected a glass-colored halo in the sunlight.
"The high priest is waiting for you at the root of the world."
Seeing that her mission was completed, Xilaiya waved to Victoria and said goodbye:
"Then I'll leave first."
"Lady Xilaiya"
Victoria turned around and shouted to Xilaiya:
"I'll let you stand here"
"To prove to you, my way" "Hehe"
Xilaiya didn't look back, but just waved.
“That’s really disappointing for you.”
"Blood elves will not join the King's Choice"
"Since the birth of the Elf King, the blood elves have sworn an oath."
"We will be the shield and spear of the elves for life!"
"But this spear will not be pointed at my compatriots"
Xilaiya's voice echoed in the air, but the figure had already disappeared, leaving only a faint echo.
"This way, Her Majesty Victoria"
The guide invited again.
"Um"
Victoria nodded and followed the guide.
"You don't have to call me Your Highness, just call me by my name."
"Yes, Your Highness Victoria."
The guide nodded and led Victoria to the center of the elven kingdom, the remains of the world tree.
When you turn the seventh street corner full of luminous roses.
Victoria staggered and held onto the wall.
The sudden feeling of dizziness was like a vine entwined around her heart, and some ancient call penetrated her blood, stirring up a storm in her ears.
The girl's ruby-like pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting the thousand-meter-high pitch-black giant in front of her.
The world tree that once penetrated the heavens and the earth is now only left with a charred trunk, with amber resin that never solidifies flowing in the cracks.
A memory suddenly came to my mind.
When the evil dragon was gnawing at the world tree and the demons were besieging the kingdom of elves.
Her mother fought for this.
The root of the disease was also left at that time.
“This is what my mother protected.”
Victoria dug her fingertips deep into her palms.
The silver leaf robe she had put on early for her coming-of-age ceremony was soaked with cold sweat.
At this moment, she finally understood why her mother never allowed her to get close to the center of the sanctuary.
The guide's butterfly wings suddenly trembled violently, scattering countless light dusts, and making a horrified sound:
"Look! The root of the world is glowing!"
At the bottom of the dead tree stump, a young sprout less than a palm’s height was breaking through the scorched earth.
The emerald-colored halo spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever it passed, the charred bark peeled off, revealing the new light golden wood underneath.
Victoria felt as if countless roots were growing in her blood vessels.
When she unconsciously reached out to touch the sapling, the whole earth suddenly roared.
"presumptuous!"
The majestic rebuke was accompanied by the sound of the staff hitting the ground.
The high priest's long silver-blue hair danced wildly in the energy storm, and twelve sealing talismans were suspended around him.
"Who allowed you to touch the World Tree Mother?!"
Victoria fell down in the churning soil, looking at her fingertips that had just touched the sapling.
Golden blood of the same color as the resin of the World Tree was oozing out from there.
"This is?"
The wind under the suspended bridge suddenly became biting, and the crystal lily of the valley on Victoria's earrings made a sharp sound.
The memory seal cracked in the resonance of blood.
She saw in the burning temple, a priest with a swollen belly stabbing a dagger into his chest, and golden blood seeping into the last roots of the world tree.
The tip of the high priest's staff lit up with a dangerous red light, but it suddenly went out when it touched the girl's tearful pupils.
“Your heartbeat.”
Suddenly, the high priest seemed to have discovered something. He suddenly grabbed Victoria's wrist, with horror showing on his old face.
"Why is it exactly the same as the fluctuations of the new roots of the World Tree?"
The saplings burst into brilliant light at this moment.
Victoria heard gentle whispers on the wind.
When the seventh young leaf brushed her tearful cheek, millions of moonflowers suddenly bloomed on the charred remains of the giant tree.
The plants in the entire Elven Kingdom bowed their heads and knelt in respect towards the Holy Land. (End of this chapter)