Travels to the Holy Light Continent

My clone rode on Huo'er and quickly returned to Plato.

"My lord! Why are you back so soon? Didn't you say it would take half a year?" Dove asked.

"Well! There was a small accident! There is nothing unusual in the Vatican these days!" I asked.

"No! This is exactly what the lord expected. They should be preparing for the decisive battle with the Goddess of Nature in a year!"

"Okay! Call the chiefs of the Wing Tribe, the Mist Blade Tribe, and the Goblin Tribe. I have something to say to them!"

"Yes! Lord!"

Soon the three clan leaders came in.

"Chief of the Wing Clan! Have you ever heard of the Fortress of the God of Wind and Thunder?" I went straight to the point.

"My Lord, you must be joking! This is the sacred object of my Wing Clan, how could I not know it! In the past, the Wing Clan relied on it to make millions and had its own place in the Holy Light Continent! Unfortunately, it was lost in the great war with the Demon Clan a thousand years ago. We lost the sacred object, and the Wing Clan was driven away by the Church and can only survive in the Forest of Elves!"

The Wing Clan leader's voice trembled as he spoke to the end.

"What if I let your Winged Clan regain the sacred object?"

Upon hearing this, the Wing Clan Chief stared at me intently, as if he wanted to see if I was lying.

"If you allow my Wing Clan to regain the sacred object, tens of thousands of my Wing Clan members are willing to serve you like dogs and horses!"

"But have you ever thought about this? Back then, millions of Winged Tribe lived in the Wind and Thunder God's Fortress, but now there are only tens of thousands of Winged Tribe members. If it were handed over to you, would you be able to make it shine again? To put it bluntly, can you protect this peerless treasure?"

The Wing Clan leader nodded and said, "Does your Excellency mean that we should accept other alien races into the fortress?"

"That's right! I want to let the elves, the mist swords, and the goblins settle here. What do you think?"

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"Don't worry! This is just a temporary measure. After the battle with the Church, they will return to their own place."

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"You should know that we will have a decisive battle with the Church and the angels in a year. It will be one of the keys to our victory. Although the fortress is extremely powerful, it is not invincible. Do you want to see the remaining tens of thousands of Winged Tribe sacrificed..."

"Your Excellency need not say more. I agree. I believe that the Master of the Wind God does not want our Wing Clan to perish."

After the Wing Clan leader finished speaking, he took the initiative to bow to the leaders of the Mist Blade Clan and the Goblin Clan and said, "Please help our Wing Clan regain control of the fortress!"

After thinking for a while, the two looked at each other and said, "How dare you disobey my order!"

"Sir! What about the elves? They always think highly of themselves!"

"It doesn't matter. I will convince them myself." I said confidently.

A few days later, grandma and several elders came to the hall.

"Qingyun! What's the matter that brings you to us in such a hurry?" asked grandma.

I smiled and said, "Grandma! I have something important to discuss with you. The fortress of the Wind and Thunder God has reappeared in the world. I plan to let the Wing Clan, the Mist Blade Clan, and the Goblin Clan move in together to guard this fortress."

Grandma sneered and said, "My elf race is strong enough on its own, why do we need to rely on such external things!"

I said seriously, "Grandma! This war concerns the survival of all races. We need to unite all our forces. Moreover, the fortress of the Wind and Thunder God is not indestructible. Only when everyone works together can it exert its greatest power. Moreover, there are not many elves. With the protection of the fortress, more elves can survive."

Grandma pondered for a moment, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

I continued, "If we can successfully resist the attacks of the Church and the angels, you, the elves, will also have more resources and development opportunities in the future. In fact, if the Church didn't sow discord between us, humans and alien races could coexist, right? Grandma!"

Finally, grandma nodded and agreed to cooperate.