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Chapter 641: Altar of the Primordial Elves

In the vast wilderness.

The huge tribe of earth elves slowly moved in the direction they came from.

According to the report from the earth elves discovered by Gotaya, the current leader of the earth elves, Angras, decisively decided to retreat first.

As a strong leader who was able to lead the tribe to its current size, he could analyze more from the descriptions of his subordinates.

A lot of things have happened in the past hundred years, the biggest of which is that the High Elf Kingdom, which was known for the purest elven bloodline, became history overnight.

This may not be a big deal for other races, just something to talk about before and after meals.

But for the various elven tribes, this was an earth-shaking event.

The fall of the High Elves meant that other tribes had a chance to rise up and become a true elven nation that united the elves.

The king of the high elves has always been a waste, and has not made good use of the unique conditions to push the kingdom to greater heights.

Finally, when the crisis comes, there is almost no room for resistance.

However, Angras believed that he was definitely not a waste like the Elf King. If he took that position, all the elven tribes would reach their peak under his rule and become a super kingdom comparable to the Warsong Kingdom.

Among the marching troops of the earth elves, there is a huge, movable fortress.

That is the chief's residence.

Angras is a bald, one-eyed earth elf, wearing extremely heavy armor and sitting on a throne made of unknown material.

He looked at the huge sand table of the Antashar area in front of him, and a light of thought flashed in his only remaining eye.

Just as he was thinking, an earth elf warrior came in from outside, knelt on one knee and reported:

"My king, the gentleman from the Earth God's Capital has arrived, and he wants to see you."

"Let him in."

Angras answered calmly without much thought, as if he had guessed that the other party would come.

After a while, a man wearing the robe of the leader of the Earth God Capital came in and asked:

"Why did you come back so hastily?"

"We encountered a special situation." Angras' tone was flat, his eyes still fixed on the sand table.

"Special situation? You don't mean those weak forest elves?"

The man's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Are you really the bishop of the Earth God's Capital?" Angras raised his eyes and said doubtfully, "They are not simple, weak forest elves as you said."

The bishop from the Earth God Capital was silent for a moment, then asked tentatively, "What did you find?"

"I just suspect that there is someone powerful behind them. You have to investigate."

Angras looked the Bishop in the eyes.

"Is this the reason why you are leaving?" The man laughed arrogantly, "Do you think the backers behind them can be better than our Earth God Capital?"

Angras did not answer.

"Alright, turn around now. If anything goes wrong, we, the Earth God, will take care of it. Remember, you are the children of the Earth's will. Helping him to reclaim this place is the only thing you should do."

The man's tone was confident, which gave Angras a lot of confidence.

The earth elf smiled and said, "Of course, I will dedicate everything to the will of the earth."

He wanted to take back this place more than anyone else, not for the Will of the Earth. In his eyes, the Will of the Earth was just a talisman. He wanted to build his own kingdom more than anyone else.

And there is no place more suitable than here. Here there is the breath of the original elves, which is more useful than the holy pool of the high elves.

The kingdom established here will surely be unprecedentedly powerful.

Angras watched the bishop of the Earth God's Capital leave, and the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a look of deep thought.

He slowly stood up, walked to the sand table, and gently ran his fingers across the topographic map of Antashar, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"King, are we really going back?" the earth elf warrior at the side asked cautiously.

Angras did not answer immediately, but was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: "Go back? Of course we have to go back, but this time, we have to be fully prepared."

He turned around and looked at his subordinates with a sharp gaze: "Pass the order, the entire army will rest for three days. At the same time, send out scouts to closely monitor the movements of the forest elves and night elves. I want to know their every move."

"Yes, King!" the soldier responded respectfully, then quickly stepped back to convey the order.

Angras sat back on the throne, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrests, thinking about his next plan.

He knew that there might be powerful forces hidden behind the forest elves and night elves, but he was not afraid.

On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented excitement.

If he could defeat them and capture Antashar, then his kingdom would not just be a dream, but a reality within reach.

"The will of the earth?" Angras sneered, "It's just a cover. The real power comes from ambition and wisdom."

At the same time, the teams of forest elves and night elves had arrived at the altar of Antashar.

The ancient altar stands in the ruins, surrounded by broken stone pillars and statues, as if telling of its former splendor and glory.

The high priest stood in front of the altar, clasped his hands together, and chanted ancient spells in a low voice.

Gotaya and Lena led the warriors to disperse in all directions, watching the movements around them vigilantly.

"Gotaya, do you think the earth elves will come?" Lena asked in a low voice.

Gotaya nodded, his eyes determined: "They will definitely come. Angras is not the kind of person who gives up easily. We must be prepared."

Lena clenched the weapon in her hand, with a hint of fighting spirit in her eyes: "Then let them come, we won't let them succeed."

The ancestor worship ceremony was carried out in a tense atmosphere.

The high priest's chanting echoed among the ruins, as if awakening the dormant ancient power.

Gotaya felt a warm energy gushing out from the altar and enveloping every spirit.

She knew that this was the blessing of their ancestors and the source of their strength. Although it was of no use, it could bring peace of mind to them.

The ceremony was complicated and took four days to complete. During this period, some elven tribes arrived to participate in the ceremony, which made the two high priests very happy.

However, just as the ceremony was about to end, a low roar suddenly came from the distance.

Gotaya suddenly raised his head and looked sharply in the direction where the sound came from.

"They are coming!" she whispered, then quickly drew her bow and arrow, ready for battle.

The warriors of the forest elves and night elves also became alert and quickly gathered into a defensive formation.

The small tribes also set up defenses.