Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

White Tower.

This pure white tower stands on the inner ring of the Eternal Gathering Island of the Elf, and it is always dotted with a bright, gentle and artistic glimmer.

Countless elves believe that this tower is the place with the most magic records in the world, even more profound than the Mage Council of Violet.

Because as the place where the first chaos disaster fell, this is the front line against the devil. Countless mages used their knowledge and abilities to build this unprecedented spell fortress and integrated their souls into this white tower.

This tower standing on the Eternal Gathering Island of the Elf can not only serve as a power source, but also pull the entire Eternal Gathering Island of the Elf out of the ocean and float several meters in the air to isolate most monsters from attacking the elves' hometown. It can even read the flow of the magic wind of the whole world.

Although this function sounds insignificant, it is actually crucial.

Countless demons and other forces want to carry out large-scale world-destroying rituals, or vicious curses that destroy certain civilizations, can all get the changes of the hazy magic wind through the rituals on the white tower.

Every time there is such a strong change, the Phoenix King and the Lord of the White Tower need to be summoned for consultation. Only the greatest individuals in the elf society can express their ideas in such a closed-door meeting, and even communicate with the gods.

This time is no exception. Two months ago, a brief message came from the White Tower, and many elves were teleported to the conference hall one after another.

There was only a very simple sentence on it.

‘A huge crack in the magic wind was found at the border of the Arctic Chaos Wasteland. While blocking the magic wind of the Chaos Wasteland, the chaotic energy was stabilized locally. The reason is unknown. ’

Today, this notice finally decided to become a signal to open the Elf Grand Council.

In the completely closed secret room known only to the elves, except for the Phoenix King who walked out of the flames and the Lord of the White Tower who had been waiting in a white robe on the seat, the other seats at the round table only had projections, and most of them did not even have projections.

"... Time has passed, and those who won't come can't join now, let's get started."

Sitting on the edge of the round table of the Lord of the White Tower, the current generation of Phoenix King, Olivien the Silent, frowned at the dilemma of having only one elf around him, and his expression became more and more ugly.

Although in the eyes of the outside world, the Phoenix King of the Elves, the co-lord of the Old World, the New World, or many large regions, Olivien the Silent is a well-deserved true king. However, every family has its own problems.

Looking at the absent-minded projection, Olivien knew that the division of the elves was a fact.

Thousands of years ago, the sea elves made a request to the then Phoenix King, the messenger of disaster, Korenge, because of the problem of guarding the ocean for many years without rotation. Korenge and the White Tower Mage Corps jointly issued a curse, so that they could never land on the Evergathering Island, and could only guard around Ossuan for generations.

Since then, the elves have lost contact and news with the sea elves.

When they met again, the sea elves had become beasts with soul trauma, and no longer had the so-called elf manners.

Fourteen hundred years ago, the messenger of disaster, Korenge, was killed on the throne by the next generation of Phoenix King, Heartless Renis.

And the idea of ​​this terrible Phoenix King to kill the messenger of disaster, Korenge, was not out of justice, but for fun. Because of this, he broke through the malicious protective barrier of the strongest spellcaster, Korenge, and killed him on the throne.

And his terrible concept of not respecting the gods and even having no ethics and morals made the original Wood Elf King Muster furious. In a blasphemous ceremony, Heartless Renis summoned the Phoenix King Guard to start slaughtering the Wood Elves in Evergathering Island and other areas.

In the end, the tragic Bloodwood War ended with Heartless Renis committing suicide out of boredom. As a price, the Wood Elves vowed to leave the Elf society and even approached humans.

After that, the Sleepy Misk neglected the common leader of the Grassland Elves because of sleep, and the Grassland Elves left the Evergathering Island system.

The oathbreaker Ksat secretly framed the dark elves who had joined Evermeet at that time, causing the Great Split to start again.

Now, on the entire Evermeet, only the current Phoenix King and the Lord of the White Tower use the ancient elves' legacy to monitor and observe the world. Of the elf leaders who once filled the seats, only two appeared in the projection.

The mist elves who are responsible for guarding Evermeet in the outer ring, and the sea gate elves who are responsible for foreign trade at the sea gate of Evermeet. Only these two lords are willing to obey the call of the Phoenix King. In other words, except for Evermeet, the power of the Phoenix King and this ancient legacy can no longer be used by any elves.

Looking at the two impatient projections on the huge round table, the Silent One sighed in his heart and unfolded the projection of the wind of magic in a businesslike manner.

Under the monitoring of the White Tower, the chaotic magic wind from the chaotic wasteland and volcanoes in the Antarctic and Arctic blew towards the ocean, turning into countless violent lines and bombarding all over the world.

The nodes occupied by the elves seemed quite well organized, and in the places where other intelligent creatures lived, there were also networks made up of lines of different races and abilities. However, only in the direction of the North Pole, a huge crack appeared in the area that had been violently bombarded.

The huge crack seemed to be a hundred kilometers long, sucking in all the violent magical wind, and then evenly covering the land.

This method of magic manipulation, rather than manipulating magic, looks more like something violently punching a hole in the subspace, and then something is blocking the hole, forcing out a countervailing wave, turning the chaos The originally chaotic and violent energy in space calmed down within a hundred kilometers.

This kind of weird state can be said to be very rare in the tens of thousands of years of elven history. In the data, only a few artifacts can achieve such an effect.

According to the rules of the elves over the ages, facing such a strange scene, the Phoenix King must send the nearest elven army to investigate and collect.

But now, the Phoenix King looked at the projection in front of him and just asked calmly:

"What are the current sea conditions around Ulthuan on Evermeet? Can we lead the Phoenix Guard to that area for recovery and contact?"

‘I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. ’

The ordinary elf supervisor in gold and silver shrugged in the projection.

‘The sea elves are going crazy lately. They are having fun playing with vampire pirates on the ocean. Anyone who goes there will be shot a few times. The position you marked is right behind the battlefield, and our fleet cannot pass. ’

‘The Mist Fleet is fine. ’

The elf shrouded in the mask nodded and said seemingly impartially:

‘But you know, according to a special law seven hundred years ago, unless faced with a critical moment of life and death for the elves, the Mist Fleet and the Mist Elves are never allowed to take even one step outside the outer ring of Evermeet Island. We cannot disobey orders. Can you give evidence that the elves are facing catastrophe? ’

"...Then, after the vampire pirates and sea elves calm down, let's send a fleet over there."

‘I follow your will, Lord Phoenix King. ’

The elf in gold and silver smiled, and the projection closed in the blink of an eye. The masked elf also disappeared into the room.

Olivier the Silent looked at the empty round table, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

Vampire pirates and sea elves fighting? Only ghosts believe this kind of thing. Either it was not played or it was finished long ago.

As for why they release fake news...

It is nothing more than the predecessors cutting down the trees, and the descendants will suffer.

"Your Majesty, there has actually been a failed chivalrous expedition against the Broken Land in the direction of Bretonnia. The members were contaminated by Chaos, but were completely eliminated by the controller of the Broken Land."

The Lord of the White Tower looked at the disappearing projection and said casually:

"If you need it, maybe we can contact our human servants and ask them to carry out some special actions...such as contacting that strange wizard. We might be able to educate him not to use that barbaric method. Then we can use Exchange to learn about the magic in his hands."

"Humans? Let those human servants do things? Are you kidding me?"

"I am very frightened, Your Majesty."

The Lord of the White Tower said in a neutral tone:

"But this rift exists objectively, and we cannot sit idly by. What about the wind of magic...?"

"Leave it there and ignore it. There's nothing you can't ignore. There's no need to tell me about some small fluctuations. I've seen this kind of thing before. It's nothing more than an accident. It has nothing to do with elves. I'll go take a look at these two What does this guy want?"

After casually giving instructions to the Lord of the White Tower, the Phoenix King rubbed his brows, looked at everything in the secret room with embarrassment, and sighed unhappily.

Although there have been drastic changes, the elves have long been unable to control it all.

It's just a problem caused by some changes in the natural environment or artifacts. There is no sign of human manipulation in the violent magic fluctuations.

The end result was that the surrounding Norscans might be able to establish a literal country.

Or did the chivalrous expedition finally gain an Arctic base?

But so what? Let him be.

It didn't matter to him whether it was the length of time, changes in events, or anything else.

After all, decayed creatures like elves should silently make concessions for those who come after them in silence.

As the only Elf King who sets a time for old elves to die, Silent King Olivier is also a madman in the eyes of the elves.

He led the Phoenix Guards to kill all the elves who dared to disobey his orders. He killed all the old ones who had occupied wealth and status and refused to give up. Because he just can do it. As the most powerful assassin and killer among the entire elves, he can handle it all by himself.

Yes, he knew that he was notorious among the elves, so he could stop crying at night.

But he doesn't care.

The same is probably true for his predecessors.

In fact, most of the reasons why they were able to become the Phoenix King was that in their hands, the elves on Evermeet Island did have a better life.

After killing those old and feeble elves, those inheritances will naturally belong to everyone on Everjum Island. Olivier the Quiet is adept at silencing the chattering court lobbyists.

With interests, power, and even the control of force, the so-called high elves showed no difference from primitive monkeys in front of these things. Whether it was education, magic, or other messy things, they were no different in the face of the most primitive violence and terror.

He even knew that these people were not good people. The news they told him was likely to be correct, but it was also news from a long time ago. Because the political struggle of the elves was like this.

If you can't describe it clearly, don't blame others for using more subtle words to fool you.

Olivien the Silent had also thought about whether to completely reform the entire elf, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up this idea and began to move towards a regular elf king.

"Send the fleets of the White Tower and the Royal Court to teach those demons who attacked the territory a lesson. Then warn that young guy, and teach them what real magic is and what real resistance to chaos is. We are the real pioneers against chaos, and we are the race that has mastered the real technology."

"Are we going to unconditionally hand over those anti-chaos technologies to those backward races?"

The Lord of the White Tower raised his eyebrows unhappily.

"The primitive psychic technology mastered by those monkeys can also play a certain role, and perhaps it can produce some results. There is no need for us to use various teams to fill their technology inventory. Perhaps exchanging knowledge is not bad."

"Don't always think about cheating something from other races, old man. You and I know that the elves are the best."

Of course he is not the best.

It is better to say that he is the most disgusting.

The entire population, from gods to leaders, is full of despicable guys like himself.

So Olivien had been thinking about sending this despicable race to the grave, just like he sent the elders and the ones who were too old in his own race to the Silent Forest.

‘Enjoy the legacy given by the elves, lucky guys. That’s all I can do. ’

Olivien the Silent thought as he walked out of the hall.

Perhaps no one could imagine that the Phoenix King of the Elves of Evermeet, Olivien the Silent, was actually a xenophile.

This somewhat extreme xenophile walked out of the secret room, traveled through time and space to the top of his royal court tower. In the charming and sweet air of Ulthuan, the assassin master sighed, sat on the chair and poured a glass of wine.

And just as he was about to drink it, he suddenly saw a touch of gold in the corner of his eye.

Then he was shocked to find that the second sun was rising on the horizon.

… Now he had to do something.

Olivien thought so.