Read Novel Full Chapter 184: Bear King, Tree-man, Eastern Cloud Sea
Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Bear King, Tree-man, Eastern Cloud Sea
One figure after another strode out from the gate, each emanating the aura of a Tier Six powerhouse. As the final figure emerged, the gate trembled violently, seemingly unable to bear his might.
The black mist dispersed, revealing twelve figures before Huo Lianshan—ten Dark Elves and two humans.
Huo Lianshan scanned the group. To him, all Dark Elves looked nearly identical, but the last Dark Elf to emerge was one he knew well.
"Lord Morost,"
Huo Lianshan bowed slightly.
Morost had dark skin, dark gold talismans like burning flames adorned his brow, waist-length black hair tied at the back, with strands of silver faintly visible, swaying with the night breeze as if recounting battles and changes over long ages. His deep purple eyes resembled poisoned purple crystals, striking fear into anyone he glanced at.
He was the leader of the First Battle Group of Dark Elves, and the first Dark Elf traitor to join the Slaanesh Evil God.
"Huo Lianshan, are your people ready?"
Morost’s voice was deep, carrying an undeniable authority.
Huo Lianshan’s face tightened, and he bowed his head in explanation:
"Lord Morost, there was an unexpected incident on my side. For some reason, the Elf Race suddenly targeted me and killed all my people."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Lianshan immediately felt the cold gaze on him, his skin tingling faintly, a chill running up his spine.
Morost’s gaze was cold and sinister. According to their prior plan, the Huoshan Mercenary Corps would set the forest ablaze at this time, and the Dark Legion would launch an offensive, plunging the Silver Moon Royal Family into immense turmoil, causing their forces to be dispatched, thereby creating a better opportunity for them.
Now, however, the Huoshan Mercenary Corps had been utterly destroyed, a critical link in the chain had gone awry. Even if the Dark Legion invaded now, the well-prepared Elf army would not fear them.
"Lord Morost, time is of the essence. We must act quickly."
Another Tier Six Dark Elf reminded.
Morost withdrew his gaze, coldly saying,
"Huo Lianshan, in the upcoming actions, you mustn’t make any more mistakes."
Huo Lianshan hurriedly replied, "Yes, Lord Morost."
"Go!"
Thirteen figures soared into the air, swiftly flying toward the direction of the glowing horizon. They were all powerhouses above Tier Six, with Morost as one of only two Tier Seven powerhouses on the planet.
The other, a venerable Elf King engaged in transmission of power.
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"Enemies incoming!"
In the Silver Moon Royal Sacred Land, the Elf Princess suddenly raised her head and sent a signal without any hesitation.
A pillar of cyan Spiritual Energy shot upward, intersecting with the clouds.
At that moment, numerous Elf experts within the sacred land raised their heads, immediately rushing toward the direction of the tree.
Deep within the Sacred Land
A certain Spirit Tree unfurled its canopy, covering the sky and blotting out the sun, the thick shade seeping through the rock layer beneath.
A black bear lay hidden in the deepest shadow, its spine arched like a precipitous ridge, its fur and the moss beneath melding into a dark green armor. Its breath shook the dew from the branches, its eyes suddenly opened, a rumbling growl rolling from its throat, its forepaw pressing down, and pebbles shot forth from between its claws as if arrows, piercing through a tree trunk a distance away.
As its massive body stood, the entire canopy was pushed askew. Its shoulder muscles surged like lava, squeezing the moss covering it into a waterfall of emerald green. When it stood on its hind legs, the crude feet crushed over decayed leaves, and even when on all fours, it reached seven or eight meters high. It glanced toward the distant cyan light pillar, advancing like a speeding war chariot, charging toward the pillar.
In another corner of the Sacred Land
The earth suddenly quaked violently, and the roots of towering ancient trees burst forth like giant serpents, shredding the rocky surface.
The once verdant canopy began to twist and deform, its branches gnarling into arms covered in bark patterns, its roots entwining to form massive, furrowed legs. Plant life grew madly, and vines wrapped around the Tree-man’s body, forming a natural armor.
The Tree-man stood up slowly, every branch emitting a faint green glow. It swung its arms, and where the sturdy boughs swept, a fierce wind arose, turf being torn aloft. When it took its first step, roots took hold, and the barren ground visibly revived, lush vegetation sprouting instantly, displaying its unmatched life force and destructive power.
The eyes emitting an eerie light above the tree trunk stared directly at the light pillar, as the massive legs took strides.
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The Elf Princess did not dispatch any guards to block the invaders, for she knew that would only add to the casualties.
Morost and his thirteen companions charged in unimpeded, quickly entering the Royal Sacred Land.
At that time, the elite Elves were already waiting there.
"Morost, it’s you!"
Upon seeing Morost, the gaze of all Elf experts burst forth with intense hatred.
It was because of this traitor that the Elves fell into a hundred years of internal strife and division, countless tribespeople sacrificed, corrupted, turning the once beautiful forests into barren wastelands.
The previously serene and peaceful Elf Star was thus reduced to a lost garden for the followers of the Evil God.
Apart from Morost, the other Dark Elves were also once clansfolk and friends, now turned into mortal enemies.
All of this was caused by Morost.
Morost’s eyes were indifferent, ignoring the hatred in everyone’s eyes. He turned towards the vague figures within the glow, a cold curve forming at the corner of his mouth:
"Triskaya, the old fellow, has finally reached his limit. Without him, who among you can stop me?"
For so long, this action wasn’t merely to disrupt a transmission ceremony; his target was singular—
the Tree God.
The Tree God is the faith of all Elves and the source of life on this planet.
It is by the Tree God’s existence that the Elf Star has such vast forests, and has nurtured countless Spirit Trees, Spirit Beasts, Elves, Druids, etc.
Once the Tree God falls, the Dark Army need not lift a hand; the Elf Race would self-destruct.
"Roar!!!"
From deep within the forest came a beast’s roar, as the Bear King walked forward with heavy steps, an aura of fierce savagery emanating, causing the Dark Elves to change their expressions.
"Bear King Bill, you’re not qualified," Morost said lightly.
Rustling
On the other side, trees swayed, the ground shook.
The hundred-meter-tall Tree-man emerged from the Ancient Forest, appearing before everyone.
Seeing the Tree-man that had slumbered for hundreds of years awaken once more, the Dark Elves present couldn’t help but feel a shock inside.
"Maokai, you’ve also awakened, yet it’s still not enough."
Morost said calmly. Neither Bear King nor Maokai, though potent Tier Six beings, posed any threat in front of him, a Tier Seven Evil Demon General.
"How about adding me?"
At that moment, an elderly figure appeared from within the forest.
It was an elder dressed in cyan robes, stepping through the air, possessing an extraordinary aura. His deep eyes resembled starry reflections in a frigid pool, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes filled with the vicissitudes and wisdom of years.
When this elder arrived, for the first time, an expression of gravity appeared on Morost’s ever-calm face.
"Who are you?"
The elder said calmly, "I am Eastern Cloud Sea."