The air is heavy and humid, and for the Golden Elf Severel Silvergre, this is the case every summer of this vast green field.

The West of Yongju Island was kissed by the sea breeze all year round. He had not even discovered before that he had been separated from the lush and rich supreme forest for decades.

Severil walked invisible in the warm green shadows of the ruins of the palace, looking at everything around him, and he came back from his memories, and his cold hatred gradually appeared in his perfect eyes.

He was wearing a golden long gown made of snakeskin, wearing a delicately crafted golden robe, and the deadly elf thin-blade sword in his hand was filled with powerful mana.

Even by the picky standards of the Golden Elf, he is also eye-catching and handsome.

However, in his rage, his delicate facial features were surrounded by dark clouds, making him seem like an angel who was wronged.

He estimated the damage he could see: the burnt marks left by a ball of old flames, abandoned the ruined courtyard, broken windows and pierced roofs, and pushed his sword back to the scabbard without pretense.

He could not understand why all this had come to this point, and it angered him and left him engulfed by the scorching rage.

"They turned my home into wasteland!"

He roared, then took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Fifty summer days ago, he and his sister Salice left the manor of the mother family under the protection of powerful spells that could resist phenology, time and thieves.

But now it seems that his careful arrangements in the past are just a waste.

The spell he had set was broken, and the strong and green trees stood in the weedy courtyard, and the hall was buried deep in it, and it also emitted a damp smell of rotten wood.

The old manor was unscrupulously destroyed by roots and rain, but this was originally the law of the growth of all things and the replacement of the four seasons.

What is the point of blaming the natural operation of nature?

Of course he wouldn't be so, so he wisely suppressed his anger.

In order to protect the Palace of Moville, his grandfather built an ancient gate and weaved thousands of spells, all of which were hoped that one day an elf would step into its marble-paved palace, and those who broke and dispersed them and gangsters were the culprits.

Seville slowly moved around for a week and studied the empty room of the manor.

Now that things have come to this point, all he can do is to confirm the extent of the loss, try to piece together clues, and figure out what fate the house that has stood in this quiet and empty forest has been with it for many years.

The encounter in the vestibule is obvious, with the sturdy ancient gate being destroyed.

The graceful carving from his grandfather was dented, and the temporary siege hammer log was thrown at the door, and now nothing is left except the ten-foot-long outline of the rotten wood, but the cracked debris from the door remained in the hall.

"How long does it take for the newly cut log to rot to this point," he murmured with doubt, "Forty years? Or fifty years?"

Apparently, shortly after he and his sister Salis gave up here and headed to Yongju Island in Cuiyu Paradise, the thieves visited here.

He thought that before humans set out to plunder the temple of Avando's children, several few generations would pass by.

But humans have never had the virtue of patience, isn't it?

Seville stepped into the house with the old sign.

For at least some time, the vestibule itself has become someone's stable.

Piles of black marks show the place where the scattered straw and animal feces are pouring.

On a random pile of fist-sized stone rings, thick and oily coal ash left scattered scatters on the wall, indicating that someone had fired a long time ago.

Seville fiddled with the pile of residual dust and pulled out several charred bones from it.

The fragments of the leather wine glass, plus a wooden spoon that was thrown aside casually, are all human beings' writings, and all of them are on their heads.

He stood up and patted his hands, then followed the traces of injury and went deep into the house.

The situation in each room is exactly the same: there is no left of the old elves manor in the furnishings, and everything is looted.

He led along the steep stone steps to the crypt under the house, and here Severell showed his first smile in an hour.

A former invader was knocked down by the magic guards of the house here.

The guardian in this room is a living statue, a warrior puppet activated by elf spells.

The statue itself is split in the vicinity, but a human remains are embedded in the wall opposite.

The latter had hollow eyes wide open, staring at the mottled ceiling above his head, and the skull on one side was pressed flat.

The stone guard's work, Seville guessed.

"At least some of you still pay the price for greed."

He said to the withered bone: "But your friends don't seem to think you deserve to spend time to bury or cremate. It seems that you are really not lucky when choosing a friend, hum?"

He kneeled down against the bone and carefully examined it.

A rusty chain mail hung loosely on the bones, and under the chain mail there was a metallic light that attracted his attention.

He carefully took out a dull silver pendant from the dead man's tunic.

A dull silver galloping horse crossed the faded green glaze on the amulet.

I've seen this emblem before, and Seville realizes it.

Not far from the Morveril Manor, in a trivial human village, this sign hangs on the door of a crude and dirty human bistro.

"It was the humans from the Supreme Forest who plundered my home?" he murmured.

He pulled the pendant off the neck of the bone, and clenched the rusty amulet tightly into his fist while getting up.

This total ungratefulness gave him a blow.

Severil followed the Queen of Yongju Island's army back to the sea of ​​trees in the High Forest in order to attack the demonic elves who dared to get involved in Yongju Island.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! These despicable demon sons hide in the ruins of Hell Gate Castle and the Mis Zoro in Cormanso, threatening all the surrounding human territories.

Severell and all those who committed to the jihad died in vain, just to stop the evil.

The blood and courage of the elves are precisely the only barrier between humans and the flames of hell and the ancient resentful nightmare.

Just less than five kilometers away, he still had more than twenty elves who served the Queen of Yongju Island, guarding those pitiful human villages.

But everything he saw around him was accusing how the mean human thieves and shepherds took over and treated the legacy of the people of Severel.

Did they forget us a hundred years ago? He thought in anger.

Why is an elf warrior willing to take risks just to protect this creature?

What kind of idiot is the commander of the Expeditionary Force who spends even an hour trying to find goodwill and assistance from humans, or get such kindness from any human?

Severell's face was twisted with disgust, and he wrapped the pendant he had obtained from the dead thief in a piece of cloth and threw it into a small bag on his belt.

He planned to ask carefully about this emblem, and the faster the better.

Then he lowered his head to avoid the low stone beams and walked along the steps into the room under the manor house.

The air became cold and moldy, and the wooden floors on it changed dramatically due to the humid and heat in midsummer.

He didn't take the time to light the light. The sunlight high above at noon fell faintly from the corridor, enough for his elf eyes to see the situation of the underground house.

It was also not spared.

The devastated stones show that fierce and rough combat magic has been released here.

The original summoning spell trap would allow the invaders to face the guards of a group of wild beasts in the heavens. They are faithful and sincere, and have now been wiped out from the walls.

Five angular arches lead by the room at the bottom of the stairs to the bypass, while the door that sealed them is indestructible, but now it no longer exists.

Strong acid erodes, spells collapse, and may even be taken away as spoils.

But that's not important, isn't it? What's important is that the ancient crypts are now open with no defense.

It is true that Seville's mother's family did not leave any secret treasures in the manor they had already given up.

However, they were convinced that the late tribe members would rest safely after powerful magic and elves stonework.

Severell glanced at the crypt one by one and witnessed his mother's dozens of ancestors and relatives being stripped clean for the burial jewelry they might wear.

Their remains were scattered all over the ground in a mess, and were plundered and checked and discarded as if they were worn out.

Seville couldn't help but kneel on his knees, bursting into tears, but he didn't allow himself to look away.

Now that things have come to this point, he does not allow himself to retreat before he has completely witnessed these atrocities.

Using a large amount of jewelry and funeral objects to be placed in the mausoleum for enjoyment in the next life is not the way the elves send the deceased to Avando.

Unlike humans, the golden elves are suspicious of death, hoping that the rituals and treasures can gain power when the deadline comes.

Most of the Golden Elves nobles were buried with their most elegant costumes, wearing jewelry and crowns for formal occasions, in order to simply pay tribute.

But this does not mean that it is a matter of course to let those scavengers take away things that respect the dead.

He walked into the last crypt, and the losses here made him even more bitter.

This is the place where his mother's cousin sleeps, the last man to retain the surname Movilli.

The ancient Moon Blade of the Movellier family was also sleeping with him.

Since the last generation of the Movilil family passed away, the family sword has become dim and silent and fall asleep.

Each moon blade is a symbol of the elves family, and every rune on the sword symbolizes a power of the sword. If the family declines, no one will be able to use the moon blade.

And this ancient sword was stolen as expected.

Even if the sword has been dormant or completely silent, it is still the Movilil family - of course, it is also the well-deserved treasure of Sevilil's mother's family.

All the other things were still hard to endure. Although they were full of pain, the little girl who stole the Dead Moon Blade gave him a deep and hot pain blow in the middle of his chest.
To be continued...