Arthur Crow, Elf Council.

The council held today is not a council of elders discussed by the five elders, but a council where all the high elves came.

The last time the Elf Council was held three thousand years ago, when Arthur Crow was the most prosperous Elf Capital on the ground.

Now there are only less than 4,000 people in Arthur Crow's tribe. A few days ago, fighting with those enemies who tried to invade Arthur Crow, accounting for more than half of the wounded people in the entire tribe.

In addition, outsiders have established strongholds in the Forgotten Land, and the entire high elves are in a state of tension and panic.

This time the parliament will determine the future direction of the High Elves.

"Our enemies are not all humans, but evil sects that lie dormant in the deep green swamp."

Elder Sindor stood on the platform and spoke loudly in front of all the tribesmen.

"The humans who visit the Forgotten Land are guests recognized by the Holy Tree. It is precisely through their help that Arthur Crow did not usher in the fate of destruction."

Unfortunately, from the beginning to now... the situation has become clear. The entire Elders' Council still holds hostility to outsiders, and there are only two people who want to drive them away.

Elder Enya has already stood on the side of Sindor.

"In the end... my stubbornness turned out to be a farce?"

An elderly conservative elder murmured to himself, but this voice could be heard by every tribe.

"Elder Kaipes, their arrival does not necessarily bring destruction, it is a new opportunity."

Elder Sindor also tried his best to say to the two older elders in a friendly tone.

If they let go of their stubbornness, then the crisis of partial rupture of Arthur Cron's is gone, and one of the elders has obviously been shaken.

But the shaken elder lowered his head and said softly for a moment.

"New opportunity, your words... are really like my old friend said, Sindoral." The elder raised his head and said, "My old friend was like you many years ago, and he was full of curiosity about humans and often visited the stations that humans had established on the edge of Arthur Crow."

When the elders slowly told Arthur Crow's past, all the elves who were listening to the parliament were quiet.

The Elders Council did not hide that disaster. Whenever a young high elf came to adulthood, he would watch images related to the disaster.

In order to make them remember the tragedy.

"But those humans revealed their true colors. They used my old friend as material for research. When I saw him again, they had become unconscious pieces of meat." The elder's tone was very plain, but it stabbed into the hearts of every high elf like a needle tip.

"When I saw him again, Arthur Crow had turned into a disaster, and your father also died in that resistance. I think many elders of the children sitting there died in that battle." The elder whispered.

"Is it glorious? Not glorious... It was just a unilateral and cruel massacre. The blasphemers didn't know how terrifying monsters they released. You have forgotten the hatred of the past for so many years... For the sake of Arthur Crow's future, they had to accept those humans. Elder Sindor did the right thing, but I can't accept it."

The elder said that he took off his robe that represented the elder's identity.

"I can't live in harmony with my enemies who have killed my wife, friends, and even my parents, so I decided to leave Arthur Crow."

The moment he made this decision, the entire Elf Council was in an uproar.

Elder Kepas is the most prestigious and elderly among the entire tribe, and Elder Quetoan is also under him.

The young high elves who were also dissatisfied with outsiders all stood up.

"We will follow the guidance of Elder Caipes," they said in a pious voice.

This wave was gradually set off, and more and more young high elves stood up to support the elder.

"You..." Elder Sindoral was stopped by Elder Quitoan when he was about to say something.

"It's useless." Quetoan shook his head and said.

But at this moment, more and more silver-white light gathered on the elder Caess.

Elder Quetoan understands that...the elves who support Kepas in the tribe are gradually becoming more and more.

They were too young to understand what the outsider brought to Arthur Crow, but simply hated the outsider invading their homes.

At this moment, a silver number appeared on Elder Kaipes's head.

Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-one.

Quetoan widened his eyes and didn't understand what the number was going on. He turned his head and looked at Elder Sindor, and found that there was a number of 327 on his head, and seven hundred and seventy-three on his head.

The voice that was originally shouting "Follow Elder Kaipes" gradually stopped at this moment, and the other young high elves also saw the numbers on Elder Kaipes.

Quetoan looked at Enya, with 'three hundred and ninety-three' above her head, but this number was slowly decreasing.

Even the numbers on Elder Quitoan's own head were slowly decreasing.

There are also several digits on the young high elves below that have such numbers, but most of them have single digits and ten digits.

At this moment, a huge eagle descended above the stone pillar of the Elf Council.

All the high elves bowed their heads devoutly, because the white eagle was the incarnation of the consciousness of the Tree of the World. The eagle did not speak, but just conveyed a thought to the consciousness of all the high elves.

That is, ‘The numbers on your head represent the admirers you have.’

The power of faith is the nourishment of the tree of the world, and the power of the higher elves and their lives come from the tree of the world.

From the beginning of his birth, the higher elves can see the power of faith surrounding the elders, and have a large amount of faith power that represents the status of the higher elves.

Originally, these white lights could not be counted clearly, and they could only judge the strength from the density, but at this moment, there was an accurate number.

The degree to which all elders in the Elders' Council are respected by the elves in the tribe is clear at a glance.

The appearance of this number further encouraged the momentum of Elder Kaipes's faction, and the number of admirers on his head was slowly rising.

The young high elves below even said something that asked, "Should Elder Kaipes ignore other elders and expel those outsiders."

"If you can judge your status within the clan by relying solely on this number, can the five elders come down and hand over the position to me?"

Suddenly a sound broke the noise of the entire Elf Council like a sharp blade.

A figure gradually walked towards the center of the Elf Council, and what she showed on her head was 12,720... This number was enough to make all young high elves shut their mouths.

"Arrilian, what did you say just now?" An elf elder questioned her under tremendous pressure.

"Don't be blinded by the glory of the past."

After visiting Nolan, Aurelian returned to see her fellow tribes' performance. She felt a strong sense of shame and anger. Only under the trend of these two emotions would she say such "big rebellious" words.

High elves were indeed the most powerful race in the world in the past. Both their magical technology and magical talents were far superior to humans, but... they are completely different now.
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