Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 261: Chapter 65 The War with Elves and Dwarves Officially Begins_2

An impenetrable defense, a relentless attack, and almost precognitive healing allowed the Undead Tribe to firmly hold off these legendary beings.

The legendary elves didn’t dare to fly into the sky—it was the battleground of deities.

On the ground, no matter how fast or high they jumped, it was useless.

Hill understood why Snow Cloud Peak had been so proactive. He had assembled an army of giants.

These elephants, however, hid behind the knights and did not use their strongest talent skill, Charge.

What Snow Cloud Peak wanted was their other talent: gravity.

Similar to Hill’s own gravity magnetic field, both could pull jumping foes to the ground. although a bit weaker. But with so many elephants, following Snow Cloud Peak’s orderly commands, their spells had a much greater effect than Hill’s lone power.

After using their skills, they would use their long trunks to pick up fruit from the ground to replenish their strength and happily munch on it, waiting for their skill cooldowns to reset before continuing.

Hill watched for a while; aside from the elephants, the other magical beasts had not yet appeared.

The Undead Tribe fought ferociously but, most importantly, the legendary figures of Saral struck with ruthless precision. Taking advantage of the moment when the elven legends were firmly encircled by the Undead Tribe, Fran and his allies unleashed their most powerful and brutal damaging spells.

Not a single legend took the chance to leave when their defensive shields shattered, including the life-valuing Carl and Miller.

The stance of the elves in this nation-destroying war had thoroughly enraged the legends.

Hill suddenly raised his head as a massive axe struck straight down toward the Royal Palace.

Had the dwarven God of Smithing also joined the fray?

The group of priests neatly raised their holy defensive shields, and golden lotuses bloomed above Hill’s head.

At the same time, they also summoned a sky full of Holy Rain.

The three of them, including Hill, used their strongest protection spells. However, surrounded by so many Holy Guardian shields, their sense of security was quite strong.

The God of Smithing was truly generous; even for a demigod, divine artifacts were not that easy to wield.

Those like them, reborn, still held slightly less power than William.

The Saral Royal Palace was utterly destroyed; William had not used a divine artifact to protect his palace.

Hill then knew that there likely were no ordinary people left inside the palace.

And as for them, high-level professionals, William didn’t bother to protect them.

But Hill was somewhat surprised that her location remained unscathed, including the nearby gingko tree, which had not suffered any damage.

”The array here is connected to the Temple of Time and Space,” the Old Age Striking King explained with a smile, seeing Hill looking around. ”As long as there are enough priests, it’s safe here.”

”Hill!” Snow Cloud Peak rushed over again.

”What’s up?” Hill couldn’t think of anything that required her presence.

”William said to have you start the Forest Array with the priests. The Dwarves made their move and then went silent, probably off to destroy the Temple,” he said.

Hill didn’t understand why William wanted her to start the Forest Array, but she knew that when ignorant, one should follow the orders of those who are informed.

Moreover, in this palace, the only millennia-old ginkgo tree was here. William had placed the Divine Array connected to the Temple here, indicating he had long been prepared.

Though Hill didn’t know when William had included her in his plans, she could only start working with mixed feelings.

She quickly lined up a row of Mana Potions in front of her and began her potion-fueled spell casting routine.

After communicating with the ginkgo, it happily agreed to Hill’s summoning.

Indeed, it had long been sentient. William had consulted with it long ago; in the Divine Realm, it was easy to be transformed.

Choosing between becoming a subordinate god to William and someday turning into a Treant, it had chosen the Treant.

It didn’t mind being a divine subordinate, but it didn’t want to become a humanoid creature. Only the form of a Treant was its pursuit.

Hill cast her spell while listening to the gingko tree’s endless chatter.

William had long planned to ask Hill to awaken this Ginkgo once he arrived.

The trees that ceaselessly rose up crushed the scattered ruins underfoot, turning them into flat ground.

At the limits of Hill’s mental sea, the Forest Array he summoned had already provided cover for all the priests.

The legendary elves clearly saw what was happening here but not one came over to attack.

Hill then somewhat came to his senses, realizing that no matter how malevolent the elves of this world became, they seemed incapable of directly harming plants.

To them, the punishment for committing all the evil deeds probably pales in comparison to destroying a forest.

This time, Hill did not plan to hide inside a large tree, even though Adrian strongly urged him to.

He would not let Adrian stay alone in danger, and he also wanted to fight to the end.

He looked up at the battle near Fran, thinking if the elves hadn’t taken down William, Fran should be pretty safe for now.

If William were to fail, Hill touched the pendant on his chest, prepared to put Adrian inside it and have the elements summon him back into the Elemental Realm.

As for Fran, if all those legends were gone, not even Grandfather might be in trouble. His attack power might not be that strong, but in terms of defense, Hill thought there were few people in this world capable of breaking an Alchemist Master’s defenses, including demigods.

After advancing to legendary status, Fran took advantage of the lingering Alchemy System laws to make a hairpin for Hill. Given his habits, he would definitely create a sufficiently powerful protective device for himself.

Hill didn’t pry, but he was already familiar with Fran’s style.

Alchemist Masters always acted cautiously.

The priestesses who knew Hill gathered quietly around him and Adrian, standing in the center of the Forest Array.

They formed a circle, intending to use their bodies as the final line of defense.

Hill couldn’t help but smile tenderly at them.

Although players at times could be quite a nuisance, moments of such closeness felt quite warm.

Therefore, Hill didn’t mind the slight sighs and kept on filming non-stop.

He lowered his head and asked the Old Age Striking King next to him, ”Did His Majesty the King know there was something wrong with the elves all along?”

”William always had a contingency plan.” Little Loli continued to cast Holy Rain while occasionally tossing a powerful healing spell at a passing player. ”He said there are two factions among the elves. The Conservative Faction looking to make marital alliances wasn’t the strongest one. Otherwise, they wouldn’t send a minor princess from a branch family. By shaming the elves this way, the Conservative Faction—which already doesn’t have a high say—would definitely be suppressed. If they still insisted on coming, it was likely to be the Radical Faction.

The Radical Faction looks down on humans. When the God of Nobility kowtowed to them in the Elf Deity System, they treated humans like ants—useless creatures—and thus lived in harmony.

They thought humans were just a buffer between elves and dwarves, disposable at any moment if they disobeyed.

Now with the sudden rise of the Gods of Time and Space, having defeated two of their deities,

their only thought would be to eliminate William.”

Hill couldn’t help but sigh, ”So they completely don’t care about the Goddess of the Hunt betraying nature?”

”William said that with the shamelessness of the elves, they would only think that being dethroned was punishment enough for those two wretches. They would just help the wretches return to the starry sky.

That’s why humans and elves are irreconcilable.”

”And what about the dwarves?”

”Dwarves would be even more extreme. They wish the earth to contain only metal.”

”When did they tell you all this?” Hill was curious.

”When the demons got kicked out, William issued a notice saying that the relationship with the elves was fraught with twists and uncertainties, full of crises.” The Old Age Striking King snorted, ”We thought we might have to start fighting back then, but unexpectedly, three days ago he suddenly announced that today’s festivities hid deadly threats and required a large number of undercover personnel.

Why just fully-grown men and women?”

”Didn’t you have a chance?” Hill didn’t believe that the same items weren’t given to the young and cute ones—unless William wanted the company on his side to go bankrupt.

”We had other tasks,” the Old Age Striking King said with resentment. ”While they donned pretty dresses and posed above ground, we were dressed up and covered in dirt below.”

Digging tunnels, huh?