Huh? Are they all real?.

“Bring that girl from another country here.”

"My lord, this is His Majesty's palace."

“I know, bring her over.”

After saying this, Rose Lorian sat on the throne that belonged exclusively to the Eternal King.

No one objected to this.

The radiance of the sacred tree still shone upon her.

Roselorian Shadow took over the King's responsibilities to lead the Elves after the Eternal King's departure.

Many factions, many mortals, and even many new-generation elves call her the Shadow Sun.

Because she is fully capable of replacing the Eternal King, and even replacing the Sacred Tree, to illuminate the elves.

Roselorian is an elven goddess!

She was level with the sacred tree.

But she did not; she still believed in the sacred tree, and she still stood beneath the throne.

But she does indeed shine upon the elves; therefore, she is the Shadow Sun.

It is either the sun that is not the sun, or the sun that is a shadow.

The Twelve Golden Flowers Lords had no objection to this and accepted it.

Even so, the Eternal King is still the Eternal King.

The sacred tree remains a great sacred tree.

Rose Lorian will forever be the Shadow Sun.

You want to ask why?

Her Majesty Roselorian is the King or the Eternal King.

This is a miracle and a desecration that should not exist, but it is precisely because of the strange connection between the three that this miracle has indeed appeared in a way that cannot be replicated.

It appears not as blasphemy, but as a miracle.

"Please bring that girl from another country as soon as possible."

"She will lead us to our king."

I'm recommending a friend's book. It's by an established author; you might want to check it out.

Brief Introduction: [Character Killed: Agnes Frye]

[Talent Acquired: Diligence Pays Off in the Sword]

After beheading the female protagonist, Esir, who had transmigrated into the body of the villainous duke's son, fell into deep thought.

He dared not imagine what kind of monster would be created if he bestowed this talent upon his Boss, "Mad Sword" Xixi, who possessed full loyalty and the golden "Diligence" attribute.

"You damned blasphemer, you killed the savior, how can the Church survive now?"

Years later, Essilor, who had utterly destroyed the protagonist's savior organization, looked at the papal saintess, who was humiliated and bound before him, desperately accusing him, and said with a smile:

"It's simple, just pledge allegiance to me, isn't it?"

Chapter 86 The Most Unlucky First Batch

At Rose Lorian's suggestion.

The door to a secret chapel deep in the valley was pushed open.

The sudden opening of the church doors took the elves inside somewhat by surprise.

Compared to her fellow tribesmen who exuded elegance in every manner, aside from her impeccable bearing, everything else about her gave others the feeling that something was amiss with this elf.

Because she is not an elf, or rather, only her body is that of an elf.

Lily Heather. That was her real name; as for her elf name, she had no idea.

Because the problem was discovered as soon as she arrived.

If you calculate the time, she has been in prison here for a full five years since she was sent here.

He was among the first, and is also the only known transmigrator to be reborn as an elf.

She always thought she would be like the protagonist of a novel.

At least that's what she thought during the first year.

By the following year, she had completely given up on the idea and tried every possible way to commit suicide.

Although it was house arrest, the experience was no different from being in prison.

Most importantly, at least when you're in jail, you can still see hope and know when you'll be released.

She saw no way out of the elf's confinement.

But under the watchful eye of the elves, even suicide became a joke.

Every method of suicide she could think of seemed utterly inadequate in the face of that bizarre, extraordinary power.

She did consider saving herself.

For example, negotiating with elves to try to act as an intermediary between elves and humans, or contacting other transmigrators in an attempt to be rescued.

But the elf ignored the former's meaning, no matter how much she talked.

When others heard that she could see the legendary sacred tree just by looking up, nine out of ten people advised her to give up, and the remaining one simply advised her to commit suicide.

As for escaping, forget it. Ever since she found out where she was, she had no intention of running away.

What kind of creature could possibly escape from the valley at the foot of the sacred tree?

Unless she can achieve sudden enlightenment and become a god on the spot.

But that's obviously a joke.

So on the website, she was also known as one of the unluckiest first batch.

For five years, she didn't say a single normal word to the elves.

It's clear she was in the valley, and she herself was an elf. But her understanding of elves came almost entirely from the other transmigrators.

Today, looking at the open church doors, she had a premonition that something might be about to change.

"Has something happened?"

For five years, the elves hadn't spoken a single word to her.

If it weren't for the ability to periodically travel back to the Human Alliance, she would have gone mad long ago.

The five-year routine was broken, which clearly indicates that something happened.

She also noticed that the elves who came in were all wearing exquisite black armor.

She had heard other time travelers say that if they saw elves wearing black armor, it meant they had encountered genuine high elves.

They were all once the personal guards of the Eternal King, and were very, very ancient and powerful elves.

It is said that in that distant age of gods, when the Eternal King was still alive, their armor was a more natural and magnificent gold.

But because of the king's departure, they painted their armor black to signify eternal shame.

After glancing at it, Lily's eyelids twitched slightly.

Many high elves.

She could see as many as twenty.

The elf standing at the very front of these high elves scrutinized her from head to toe.

"Excuse me?"

Despite Lily's question, the other party still did not seem inclined to answer her.

This scared Lily a little.

The elves are undoubtedly a force capable of killing her across a world.

"Bring her out."

Lily was immediately dragged away from the secluded chapel.

This was also the first time Lily had seen the entire church where she was being held.

It is a giant tree.

It wasn't built against a tree, nor was a tree hollowed out; it's simply a single tree.

Where are you taking me?

The elves still did not answer.

This sense of oppression is almost indescribably terrifying.

Lily could only focus all her attention on her surroundings.

The valley is beautiful; as the capital of the elves, it couldn't possibly be anything but beautiful.

This is a consensus shared by Lily and everyone else.

But the beauty of the valley truly exceeded Lily's ability to describe it.

A perfect blend of human-made architecture and natural ecology.

Lily racked her brains and could only come up with this very pale but incredibly apt description.

After struggling to tear her gaze away from the breathtaking scenery, Lily realized that the high elves were leading her across the valley.

They weren't walking very fast, and we didn't even see them using any tools.

But she could see iconic buildings that were just a long time ago suddenly and logically appear before her eyes, only to disappear again.

Looking further back, those buildings were already very, very far away.

'What are all these things?!'

Lily, completely unable to comprehend any of this, gave a wry smile.

This stretch of road doesn't take long.

Not far away, Lily, with her signature long ears as an elf, heard the sound of flowing water.

The secluded valley is a city surrounded by countless waterways.

But this voice was different from the previous ones; it was more lively.

Following the sound, countless towering trees vanished in an instant.

In its place are the majestic sacred trees that used to require a specific angle to see their true form.

She stood atop the precipice, embracing the ancient capital of the elves.

The answer to that lively sound of water was found: it was the Cangquan River that flowed around the roots of the sacred tree.

The Cangquan River, gushing down from that sheer cliff, should have made an incredibly loud sound, but here, it only has a lively quality that is neither tranquil nor noisy.

Directly below the waterfall, there were more high elves and an open stone coffin.

A stone coffin?!

It's not for me, is it?

Lily's brow twitched slightly.

Five years have passed, are the elves finally going to kill me?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, she even felt a little expectant, because she was finally going to be free.

It's clear that the other party might not even be willing to spare his soul.

"Am I the one who's going to lie down in that stone coffin?"

The elves still did not answer, but they did put her into the stone coffin and slowly closed the lid.

Lily was caught in a complex mix of unease and anticipation.

The stone coffin that had been covered was now surrounded by dazzling golden runes.