Silavin
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Translator: Silavin As the cries of several Elders rang out, the gazes of the many Elves within the great hall swept towards the table where Fiery sat. At that moment, nearly all of the Elf Deacons present had collapsed from the poison, yet Fiery and his companions appeared entirely unaffected, as though the poison had not so much as grazed them. Naturally, this stirred deep suspicion within the hearts of all who saw this scene. "Fiery, have you drunk the…-
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Translator: Silavin The palace of the Elf Race was the supreme symbol of their authority, a place where only the Royal Family members and Elders held the right to reside. And even among the Elders, those who had earned the privilege of dwelling within the palace were bound by no small number of conditions and restrictions. Within the palace, there were many zones forbidden to all but those who carried Royal Bloodlines. The corridor from which Felletin had emerged was one…
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Translator: Silavin The tide had turned once more, and the colour drained from the faces of Fiery and his companions in an instant. This time, even the Elf Queen, stripped of the Life Scepter, seemed to harbour a flicker of doubt in her eyes. After all, she had been moved by Fiery's willingness to drink the poison wine of his own accord, to prove his innocence. And yet, after all this time, Fiery showed not a single sign of being poisoned. It was impossible…
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Translator: Silavin On one side stood the Life Scepter, the symbol of the Elf Queen's very identity. On the other, the core of the Elf Race's highest leadership. It was an impossible choice. It was in fact cruel to force one to make such a choice. To hand Felletin the Life Scepter was to risk him using it to bring ruin upon the Tree of Life, a catastrophe that would be nothing short of annihilation for the Elf Race. But to refuse him was to condemn nearly…
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Translator: Silavin "This?" At that voice, a row of dazed eyes turned toward him. When their gazes fell upon what rested in Qin Yichen's hand, a flash of surprise crossed each face in turn. In his palm lay a vivid green Pill. From its smooth, lustrous surface curled an almost tangible fragrance, dense and swirling, and faint threads of light emanated from it in quiet pulses. A single glance was enough to tell that this Pill was of no Low…
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Translator: Silavin "I hope Her Majesty will not go back on her word." Qin Yichen gave the Elf Queen a polite nod, speaking in an unhurried tone. "Since I have agreed to give her one opportunity, I will naturally not go back on my word." The Elf Queen gave a slight nod in turn. "However, whether she succeeds or not, the chance will only be given once." What surprised the Elf Queen was that Qin Yichen simply smiled and nodded at this as well, offering no further…
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Translator: Silavin The sky was a vast canopy of blue, the earth a deep green, and the Tree of Life stood between them, immeasurable in scale, stretching to the very limits of sight, a pillar holding up Heaven itself. Upon the central trunk of the Tree of Life, a single point of luminous green light pulsed and flickered without cease, as though drawing upon the very essence of the tree, drinking deep of its primordial vitality. The coming-of-age ceremony of a Royal Elf…
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Translator: Silavin In the face of death, some people choose to meet it with courage and composure, while others, beneath death's long shadow, reveal the most hideous face that Human nature was capable of wearing. Felletin belonged to the second kind. He feared death. To extend his own lifespan, to grasp at that legendary Immortality, he had betrayed his own people and gone so far as to enter into cooperation with Foreign Races. "Now’s the…
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Translator: Silavin "Such a simple matter. Was there truly any need for all of this much effort?" Not far from Felletin, the young man of the Incubus Race tossed that severed arm casually to one side, turning the Life Scepter, that symbol of the Elf Queen's authority, over in his hands with an idle, amused smile. The Blood Beastman standing nearby showed only a thin, playful smile at this, with not the slightest trace of surprise. It was evident that in their plan, they…
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Translator: Silavin The Blood Beastman was clearly supremely confident in the Blood Devouring Poison. And the Blood Devouring Poison prepared for this occasion was not ordinary. To ensure absolute certainty, the Blood Beastmen Race had sacrificed ten Saints in its creation, and the Patriarch of the Blood Beastmen Race had personally added finishing touches. Because of this, even the Elf Queen herself had been ensnared by the poison at the time, unable to…
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