Xyrin Empire-Chapter 254 - Abandoned City

Chapter 254: Chapter 254 Abandoned City

Chapter 254 -254 Abandoned City

With a holy smile, Angel Araya slowly descended in front of the Sentry Captain.

“Hello, mortal,” said Angel Araya with a holy smile after silently reciting the lines she had previously memorized for a long time, “I hope we are not too late.”

The Sentry Captain opened his mouth but ended up saying nothing.

What should he say at this time?

Moreover, what was left in his mind at this time?

The Sentry Captain was not a High Noble who had seen much of the world, nor was he a calm and wise Great Mage; he was merely the captain of a small sentry squad with a full complement of twenty people. Coming face to face with a Heavenly God was a rare experience that threw the captain, who had not seen much of the world, into a certain degree of confusion. He had come forward driven by the instinctual duty of a captain, but after completing this instinctual action, he suddenly found that he did not know how to react in this situation.

After struggling for a while, the Sentry Captain finally managed to say two words: “…Hello…”

As soon as he spoke, the Sentry Captain felt an intense regret; such an important occasion, such a precious experience, being the first Blood Elf to speak face to face with a god, he had managed, after a full five minutes of struggle, to come up with nothing more than this. What a waste! It was akin to traveling thousands of miles to the main store with the VIP gold card of Gold-Edged Rose in hand, only to order a bowl of cold salad. Such wastefulness!

Angel Araya had no clue about the profound annoyance running through the Sentry Captain’s mind. She felt enveloped in a tremendous crisis…

She had forgotten… She had actually forgotten the prepared lines!

This was an incredible situation. With a memory storage capacity virtually limitless and a data-processing ability equivalent to ten million ordinary Xyrin Apostles, Miss Angel Araya had managed to forget a script of a mere dozen or so lines, reduced to only one! Even the most outstanding Xyrin Technician would be at a loss to analyze this situation. We can only attribute this astounding development to some scatterbrained character and some lazy author’s incredibly irresponsible… cough, I didn’t say anything…

Just as the atmosphere we had created was about to be completely dissipated by the stare-off between a nobody and a befuddled Angel, the sound of a large group of people running from a distance interrupted this awkwardness.

A group of Blood Elves, who seemed to be of high status judging by their attire, swiftly approached under the protection of a squad of guards. The uniform red color of the Land Birds they rode on indicated that this was a Guard belonging to the Blood Elf Royal Family.

As Angel Araya spotted the rushing Blood Elf squad, the characteristic mounts beneath them reminded the befuddled Angel of a creature she had once seen on television back on Earth. As images of the two creatures superimposed in her mind, she blurted out a bewildering question: “…Ostrich?”

At least this time, Angel Araya was not wrong…

With dust flying in the air, a male Elf in a lavish red Mage Robe stopped a dozen meters in front of Angel Araya. If one judged him only by his appearance, they might mistake him for a woman; the shiny good-looking male Elf gracefully dismounted the Land Bird (…), and couldn’t help but scan the imposing Warship nearby that exuded a sense of oppression. After being momentarily stunned for a few seconds, likely due to being taken aback by the enormity of the airship despite having seen it from afar, he soon regained his composure and performed a common courtesy of the Elf Clan toward the Angel before him.

“Noble Divine Envoy, we are immensely grateful for your assistance,” said the attractive male Elf in a tone that was respectful yet quite proper and neither servile nor overbearing. From this, it was clear this Elf must be quite experienced in handling major events since not everyone could maintain such composure in the presence of a legendary being. However, since the other party was not wearing any conspicuous noble decorations and considering that most of the Blood Elf Nobility had given up their ornate but useless and inconveniently troublesome noble etiquette in the current circumstances, we could not discern his identity and status from his attire.

The male Elf’s respect for Angel Araya was expected. While Blood Elves don’t possess the same reverence for the divine as other races in this world, it does not mean they are a group of arrogant atheists. Standing face-to-face with a “God,” a legendary being, even a Blood Elf would show ample respect, especially considering how powerful these divine beings were. Any creature with an IQ higher than a table would know what kind of attitude to display in such a situation.

Moreover, just a moment ago, we had defended them against an onslaught of over a hundred thousand Undead.

Alright, I admit it, the Undead Army, which had prematurely gone berserk, was actually driven here by a Frontier-class… but that was an accident, wasn’t it?

In fact, the Blood Elves hadn’t refused to join the Salvation Army, they just couldn’t accept fighting in the same Alliance with the Humans who had recently driven out their King and indirectly led to the downfall of the High Elf Kingdom (In this world, “lore” had long since ceased to exist. Although Arthas’s fall hadn’t changed much, it was only after Kaelthas was forced to break from the Human Alliance that Arthas’s Catastrophe Army destroyed Quel’Danas, not after the fall of Quel’Danas had Kaelthas joined the Alliance, a change that intensified the Blood Elves’ hostility towards Humans). Moreover, when the Human Envoy came to Silver Moon City to invite the Blood Elves into the Salvation Army, the Ghost Land was in a quiet phase, and Silver Moon City was in a rebuilding stage; everything seemed not so bad, causing the Blood Elves to underestimate the impending disaster. They considered the Human Envoy’s words to be an exaggeration of danger.

And this time, hundreds of thousands of undead besieging the shattered defenses of Quel’Danas made the blood elves realize that it seemed the great catastrophe had truly come…

Faced with this reality, many blood elf nobles who were originally adamantly opposed to joining the human alliance began to waver. Although the animosity toward their nation’s destroyers weighed as heavy as mountains, being stubborn out of spite to the point that it led to the entire race’s extinction would indeed be foolish.

Therefore, after seeing through arcane magic what was happening beyond the great barrier, Prince Kaelthas decisively led his personal guard to the landing site of the divine warship to meet them.

Yes, Prince Kaelthas, the elf before Araya, clad in a splendid red mage robe, handsome enough to bubble over, and whose eyebrows seemed to demand mousse, was the famous Prince Kaelthas. In the original story, he was the tragic prince who, for the rebirth of his race, ended up on the wrong path and summoned Kil’Jaeden the Deceiver.

But now, with our intervention, the unspeakable tale between Kaelthas and Kil’Jaeden was unlikely to ever come to pass.

The arrival of Kaelthas relieved the sentry captain’s and Araya’s awkwardness. The former finally exhaled in relief, finding it extremely nerve-wracking facing a “god” of such magnitude for the first time. And now, seeing the Prince Kaelthas, who normally made him too scared even to breathe deeply, provided a sense of relaxation.

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We left the battleship hovering on the edge of Ghost Land as a precaution against the undead who might invade again and then switched en masse to small troop carriers, following Prince Kaelthas’ guidance to the legendary and magical Elf Royal City—Silver Moon City.

If you ask me what impression I have of Silver Moon City, the answer would be—ruins.

The catastrophe that befell Quel’Danas in this world was far worse than what I had understood from the “story.” Arthas’s iron hooves had practically destroyed this once-beautiful land. I couldn’t imagine that those crumbling towers and the remains of walls were once the glorious and elegant elven capital. Amidst these ruins, pairs of eyes filled with panic and fear focused on us, weighing heavily on our spirits.

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And all of this was bestowed by the former human prince, Arthas.

Looking around at the city ruins and the injured blood elf civilians, I finally understood why they had resolutely rejected the invitation to join the Salvation Army with the humans.

“Looking at this, the blood elves won’t be able to rebuild their city for at least a century, let alone the revival of their entire race,” Sandora said through the spiritual connection, “Their population has even declined to near the critical line that supports the development of a race… I don’t think they have a chance of rising to glory again.”

“Don’t underestimate this race. The elves, with their long lives and exceptional magic talents, aren’t so easily extinguished. Moreover, they will soon receive help from their allies.”

I shifted my gaze behind us. A figure wrapped in a large cloak, enveloping their entire body, slowly followed us. Although I couldn’t see the person’s expression, I could tell from their slightly disordered steps that they were emotionally disturbed.

Sylvanas, was this once your homeland…

“The Catastrophe Army took everything from us,” Kaelthas led us through the battered remains of Silver Moon City, the ordeal of war forcing the once proud and noble King of Blood Elves to shoulder the heavy responsibility of rebuilding their homeland from ruins with his people, “The once-glorious and mighty High Elf Kingdom is now nothing but ruins with less than a hundred thousand bedraggled refugees. Can the children of Sin’dorei still bear the duty of fighting for the army of gods?”

Kaelthas spoke diplomatically, but no one present was a fool. His meaning was clear: the blood elves were already overwhelmed and could not provide any support to the Salvation Army. What they needed now was assistance, not to sacrifice themselves for some vague honor of serving gods.

“The children of Sin’dorei will shine again,” Lin Xue suddenly spoke up, “You will remain standing in the world of Azeroth in the future.”

“This is our prophet,” I introduced, “What she sees is your future destiny. And now, I hope you can offer us a little help. Rest assured, it won’t require any sacrifice from you…”

Just then, a small figure suddenly came running over and interrupted what I was about to say.