0p0 Chapter 465: The Last Days of the Elf God
Chapter 465: The Last Days of the Elf God
High up in the tower, Corellon, who looked emaciated, sat in an almost sealed room.
Although Labelas retained some of his divine power, he was also severely suppressed by the plane.
Only by utilizing the isolation of the physical dimension can such a crude demiplane be created.
Seeing Evan walking in with a scepter in his hand, a smile appeared on Corellon's wrinkled face.
But this smile, coupled with an extremely old face, looks a bit bitter and old.
"Uh……"
Ivan, who had not seen Corellon for a long time, was obviously surprised to see the appearance of the Elf God.
"Then what is this plane suppression... is it so terrifying..."
As he walked forward, he muttered cautiously.
Alvin was a little worried that if he accidentally spoke too loudly, this god, who looked unhealthy, would be frightened and have a myocardial infarction.
"Human boy, you are really not good at listening to the advice of the gods..."
Corellon's voice no longer had the same carefree vibe as before, and sounded exhausted.
At least he didn’t pull the bellows like a certain skeleton… Alvin secretly complained.
"I told you, this is not your war.
You shouldn’t have been involved in this…”
"But I'm already involved, aren't I?"
Corellon did not speak at first.
He was silent for a long time before he looked into Ivan's eyes and replied with some difficulty.
"The look in your eyes tells me...it's not just because of Xiling, right?
I sense that you are resentful towards the gods... not just those cannibals, but also towards me and most of the gods..."
Ivan had already walked in front of Corellon. He stroked the scepter in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.
After countless breaths, Corellon finally heard the vague words coming out of Ivan's mouth.
"What? You could speak louder...
The plane suppression has made my body not much different from an elf that is about to face eternity."
Ivan raised his head, looked at the old man in front of him with a complicated expression, and repeated his words again.
"I said, I just don't want to see a world where gods wantonly slaughter lives."
"Hmm... That's really weird...
There is undisguised hatred in your eyes... and at the same time, there is unreasonable pity...
Boy, you are really contradictory..."
After saying this, without letting Ivan answer, Corellon supported himself on the armrests of the chair with his palms, trying hard to prevent his body from slipping down.
“Do you want to create a different world?
Outsiders..."
When he heard these three words, Alvin's alarm bells started ringing again.
He looked at Corellon with horror. This god was said to have the ability to read the memories of his clan, but this shouldn't be the case -
I have nothing to do with the elves, how did this guy find out...
Just as Ivan was lost in thought, Corellon curled the corners of his mouth and continued to speak in a voice that was even difficult for him to breathe.
“Don’t be nervous, Alvin.
I have seen many outsiders, some from the sub-plane hidden in the turbulence of the astral world, and some from even more distant regions...
They have similar traits to you.
No matter how much you try to hide, you are out of tune with this world.
Especially the way you see the world..."
"Compared to the alien creatures I've seen before, your mind is even more naive...
Sometimes I wonder how innocent you were in your original world to have such a naive nature."
"For tens of thousands of years, this world has been filled with conspiracy, war, death, and chaos.
In a world full of dangers, even gods have to use the most sinister methods to guess the hearts of aliens. "
"At the end of the First Era, I naively hoped to change something.
I thought that if I could lead the elves to drive away the dragons that enslaved everything, peace would come to the plane.
Obviously, I miscalculated.
Even the elves, who seemed to me to be the most peaceful, turned against their own kind after the end of the reign of terror brought by the dragon.
Elohine, my wife, also fell into irreversible madness because of this incident.
The subsequent racial wars and the turbulent years caused by the human gods were also like this..."
“When the elves first realized that they would face the same end as the dragons, I issued an oracle to coexist with other races and help them build civilization.
This was the second time I foolishly thought that I could still change the world.
You know the Istari, right? Those primitive humans who excelled in the arcane arts.
Obviously, I miscalculated again.
The High Elves were slain not by the Dark Elves of Elohine, but by the Humans who had learned the arcane arts from us."
"After that, the elves entered a period of seclusion from the world that lasted for ten thousand years.
I once told you that the elves now have a population of less than 300,000...
Misdren, once founded by the high elves, had a population of more than 300,000.
The small secluded space restricts the population growth of the ethnic group.
Now it seems that this is not a good thing.”
“Ivan, you should have noticed my current situation.
I don't have the strength to continue protecting the elves... and I don't have the strength to try to change it again.
But, is this plane really supposed to remain in such chaos - cough - cough..."
Corellon suddenly began to cough violently.
He quickly covered his mouth with his palm, but Ivan could still clearly see the bright red blood flowing from between his fingers.
“Time is running out, Ivan.
I think I will be reunited with Elohine soon... To be honest, I am looking forward to it...
I really don’t have any expectations about what this world will become…
but……
I think I can continue my attempt in another way..."
After saying this, Corellon moved his palm away and spread it out in front of Ivan.
On the palm that looked like a dead tree trunk, there was a ball of green light floating that seemed to be breathing.
Ivan looked at Corellon's actions in confusion. He now had a bad feeling.
But when he is sober, he is indeed not as smart as when his subconscious mind is taking over.
“There’s no time to ask for your permission, Outsider Ivan.
Since the First Age, I have probably killed more gods at my hands than any of the human gods who fought at random during the Age of Troubles.
Corellon the Godkiller... That's the name the dragons gave me...
I have given that part of the power to Sahani, now known as Angris;
And this is the power of the Creator Corellon..."
The green light, still leaping and flickering, went straight into Ivan's head.