Chapter 662： Seconds!

Arthur Crowe, Elf Council.

The parliament held today is not a council of elders negotiated by five elders, but a parliament where all the high elves are present.

The last time the Elven Council was held was 3,000 years ago, when Arthur Crowe was the most prosperous elf capital on the ground.

Today, Arthur's people are only less than 4,000. A few days ago, they fought against the enemies who tried to invade Arthur Crowe, and the wounded in the entire ethnic group accounted for more than half.

Coupled with the establishment of a stronghold in the forgotten place, the entire high elf community is in a state of tension and panic.

This time the parliament will decide the future direction of the high elves.

"Our current enemy is not all human beings, but evil sects that crouch in the dark green marshes."

Elder Schindor stood on the high platform and said loudly in front of all the tribes.

"The human beings who visited the forgotten land were the guests recognized by the holy tree. It was with their help that Arthur Crowe did not welcome the fate of destruction."

Regrettably, from the beginning to the present of the parliament... The situation is already clear. The entire elders’ parliament is still hostile to outsiders, and there are only two people who want to drive them away.

Elder Eya has already stood on the side of Xindonal.

"Ultimate... Is my stubbornness a farce?"

An elderly elder of the conservatives muttered to himself, but the voice was heard by every member of the family.

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

Elder Siddoral also tried to say to the two older elders in a friendly tone.

If they let go of their stubbornness, then the crisis of internal division of Arthurcro will cease to exist, and one of the elders has obviously been shaken.

But the swaying elder was silent and said quietly for a moment.

"New opportunity, your sentence... really like my old friend said, Xindona." The elder raised his head and said, "Many years ago my old friend is like you, right. Human beings are full of curiosity and often visit places where humans are built on the edge of Arthurcro."

When the elders slowly stated that Arthurcroe was in the past, all the elves in the entire parliament were quiet.

The Elder Council did not conceal the disaster. Whenever a young high elf was an adult, he would watch images related to the disaster.

To let them remember the tragedy.

"But those human beings have revealed their true colors. They used my old friends as materials for research. When I saw him again, I became an unconscious piece of meat." The elder's narrative was very plain, but It is like a needle tip stuck in the heart of every high elf.

"When I saw him again, Arthur Crowe had turned into a scourge, and your father was killed in that resistance. I think many of the elders who were sitting in the battle died in that battle." Whispered.

"Glory? Not glorious... It was just a unilateral cruel slaughter. The latter did not know how horrible the monsters were. I have forgotten the hatred of the past for so many years... I have to accept the future of Arthurcro. Those human beings, the elders of Sindonal are right, but I can't accept it."

The elder said that he had taken off his robes that represented the elders.

"I can't live with the enemies who have killed my wife, friends, and even my parents, so I decided to leave Arthurcro."

When he made this decision, the entire Elven Council was in vain.

Elder Kepais is the most prestigious and oldest elder in the entire community, and Elder Quaytoan is also under him.

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

"We will follow the guidance of Elder Keppis." They said in a pious voice.

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

"You..." When Elder Sinannar was going to say something, he was stopped by Elder Quaytoan.

"It’s useless." Quaytoan shook his head and said.

But at this moment, the elder Keppes gathered more and more silver and white light.

Elder Quaytoan understands... The elves who support Kipais in the community are getting more and more.

They are too young to understand what the outsider brought to Arthur Crowe, but simply dislike the invasion of their homes by outsiders.

At the time, Elder Kepaisi’s head appeared a silver number.

Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-one.

Quaytoan’s eyes widened and he couldn’t understand what the figure was. He turned his head to look at Elder Sinadol and found that he had a number of three hundred and twenty-seven on his head, and seven on his head. One hundred and seventy-three.

The voice that was shouting ‘following the elders of Kempes’ gradually stopped at this moment, and other young high elves saw the numbers on the head of Elder Kempes.

Quaytoan looked at Enya, her head is ‘three hundred and ninety-three’, but this number is slowly decreasing.

Even the number on the head of Elder Quaytoan is slowly decreasing.

There are also several figures on the head of the young high elves below, but most of them have only single digits and ten digits.

At this moment, a huge eagle descended above the stone pillar of the Elven Parliament.

All the high elves bowed their heads devoutly, because the white eagle was the embodiment of the world tree consciousness, and the eagle did not speak, but conveyed a thought to the consciousness of all higher elves.

That is ‘the number on the head represents the admirer you have. ’

The power of faith is the nourishment of the tree of the world, and the power of the high elves is so much that life comes from the tree of the world.

The high elves can see the power of faith surrounded by the elders from birth, and have a large amount of faith in the ranks of the higher elves.

Originally, these white lights could not be clearly counted. They can only judge the strength from the density, but after having an accurate figure at this moment.

The extent to which all elders in the Elder Council are respected by the elves in the community is clear.

The emergence of this number has contributed to the momentum of the elders of Kepaisi, and the number of admirers on his head is slowly rising.

The young high elves below even said that the ‘Keppes elders should ignore other elders and expel those outsiders’.

"If you can judge the status within the ethnic group by relying on this number, can the five elders come down and give me the position?"

Suddenly a voice shattered the noisy shouts of the entire Elven Council like a sharp blade.

A figure gradually went to the center of the Elven Council, and her head showed 12,720... this is enough to close all the young high elves.

"Aurian, what did you say?" An elder elder asked her with great pressure.

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

Orillian came back to see the performance of her own people after going to Nolan. She had a strong shame and anger. Under these two emotional trends, she would say such a big slogan.

The high elves are indeed the most powerful race in the world in the past. Whether they are mastered in magical technology or magical talents, they are far above humans, but... they are completely different now.