I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: The Calm After the Storm

The Elf Princess approached the Old Elf King. After inheriting his power, the Old Elf King seemed to have aged decades, his face gaunt, his hair grey and dull, yet his bright blue eyes remained clear, embodying wisdom and a carefree spirit that saw through the world’s troubles.

Though she was prepared for this, seeing her grandfather, who cared for her dearly since childhood, become like this, the Elf Princess couldn’t help but have her eyes redden, her voice choked:

"Grandfather."

"Child, do not be sad."

The Old Elf King raised his withered hand gently placing it on the Elf Princess’s head, his voice weak yet full of kindness:

"From now on, the Elf Race will be entrusted to you and Serranriel. Serranriel is still immature, and many matters will need your assistance in making decisions."

Upon hearing this, the Elf Princess pursed her lips, "Grandfather, I am sorry. I went against your and father’s will by cooperating with the Dongfang Family."

The Old Elf King smiled and said:

"Child, you have done nothing wrong. Previously, your father and I were too stubborn. We always regarded Dark Elves as brethren, but in reality, they have long become monsters corrupted by the Evil God. Humans, despite their flaws, are far kinder than Dark Elves. Moreover, there are good people among humans worthy of trust and alliance, like Sarandir’s friend."

After saying this, the Old Elf King looked towards Qin Tian standing not far away. He had witnessed the entire battle earlier.

He truly did not expect that a human would go to such lengths to protect the Elf inheritance.

This greatly changed his view of humans.

Additionally, in recent years, he witnessed Aurilia’s reforms to the Elf Race. Human technology had indeed altered the original ecology of the elves, but this was not necessarily a bad thing.

The introduction of communication devices greatly enhanced the connection among various elf tribes, and other human commodities improved their living standards to some extent.

The wheels of time roll forward

Since the Elf Race had already aligned with other races, if they continued to close themselves off, even if not swallowed by the Dark Elves, they would eventually be targeted by other forces.

Instead of compromising at the most difficult time, it’s better to cooperate with the Dongfang Family now so we can negotiate more favorable conditions.

Upon hearing her grandfather’s approval of her decision, the Elf Princess felt immense joy, and the great weight that had been pressing on her heart finally lifted.

"Grandfather!"

At this moment, Alan’s anxious voice came from the sky.

A figure clad in blue flew in on a sword like lightning, landing before the Old Elf King in the blink of an eye.

"Grandfather!"

Alan tightly grasped the Old Elf King’s hand. Seeing the gaunt face, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Serranriel, you have returned."

The Old Elf King gently patted Alan’s hand, his voice growing weaker.

"Grandfather, I am sorry I failed to kill the traitor Morost." Alan said in guilt.

Earlier, they had chased to the border between the Elf Forest and the Dark Forest, just as they were about to proceed further, Eastern Cloud Sea stopped them.

Eastern Cloud Sea deemed the situation at the Dark Nest unclear and warned that more Tier Six Elves might be there, making a rash pursuit too hazardous.

In truth, it was not difficult to annihilate the Dark Race, one could simply involve the Royal Space Fleet.

Of course, Eastern Cloud Sea had more to say. For the Royal Fleet to intervene, the Elf Race needed to offer a corresponding "reward". The Empire wouldn’t help those who weren’t allies without reason.

After Eastern Cloud Sea’s intervention, Alan also calmed down. He then thought of transferring his power to his grandfather, thus hastened back as quickly as possible.

"It’s alright, child. I believe soon Morost will perish under the Elf Holy Sword."

The Old Elf King’s voice was weak, yet confidence in Alan permeated his words.

"I surely will." Alan nodded firmly.

The Old Elf King smiled and slowly turned to face everyone, Serranriel, Elf Princess, Eastern Cloud Sea, the Tier Six Elf experts, Bear King Bill, Tree-man Maokai, and the young human warrior Qin Tian.

"Everyone, I am going to leave."

The Old Elf King spoke softly.

Upon these words, the elves present all had reddened eyes. The Old Elf King was a great leader. When the previous Elf King died in the battle, and Morost led the Dark Army to invade, it was he who resolutely rose up, shouldered the responsibility of the Elf King again with his frail body, stabilized the morale, fought fiercely with Morost for three days, and finally forced back the Dark Army, allowing the elves to pass through the most perilous time.

For every generation of Elf Kings, they were supposed to return their power to the Tree God before their death, as a thank you for the Tree God’s gifts to the Elf Race and Silver Moon Royal Family.

However, due to the existence of Dark Elves, the Old Elf King decided to go against the ancestral tradition and pass his power to Serranriel, nevertheless, this stubborn old man surely bore regret and guilt in his heart.

"The future of the Elf Race, I entrust to you all."

The Old Elf King displayed his final kind smile, and then, his eyes slowly closed as if becoming a sculpture, completely void of life.

"Grandfather!"

"Our King!"

The elves present were overcome with tears.

Silence prevailed

Above their heads, the canopy of the Tree God swayed slightly, scattering blue rain on the Old Elf King, as if the Tree God mourned the old friend who made significant contributions to the elves.

At that moment, the entire Elf Race felt something, everywhere on the planet, all elf people turned towards one direction, faces sorrowful, performing a gesture full of respect, the Elf ceremony.

"Farewell, Old Elf King!!!"

......

The war had ended

The once dreamy and ethereal Elf Sacred Land had become severely ravaged, fortunately, the Tree God intervened, soon restoring the environment.

"Tier Seven now, how does it feel?"

Beside the Silver Moon Lake, Qin Tian and Alan stood side by side.

"It feels great, now I can freely pin you to the ground." Alan’s mouth curled into a smile, yet there was still some sadness in his eyes, evidently, he hadn’t fully emerged from the grief of losing the Old Elf King.

"You brat, biting the hand that feeds you!"

Qin Tian tapped Alan on the forehead, just like old times.

"Ouch, that hurt."

Alan rubbed his forehead, muttering: "Dare to hit the Elf King, beware I have guards seize you."

"Before I get seized, I’ll surely divulge all your embarrassing moments, making you, the Elf King, too ashamed to show your face." Qin Tian said, glancing sideways.

"You dare!"

"Just watch me dare!"

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously smiled.

"Qin Tian, thank you." Alan said softly.

Qin Tian patted his shoulder, looking out at the beautiful, dreamy Silver Moon Lake; everything was understood without words.