Over a thousand noble elves lacked the courage to sacrifice their lives for dignity. They were all fitted with magical shackles and taken to the noble prison by Boar's Shadowmoon Elf warrior legion.
Watching their retreating backs, Algayer secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Rustafa and said, "Thank you, Teacher."
Rustafa smiled helplessly and said, "Continue on your path. Perhaps you are right. We old people can only cooperate with your actions."
"Thank you." Algayer gave a respectful bow. When he straightened again, his previous fear and self-reproach had vanished, replaced by confidence.
The elves transported afterward were all commoners, giving Rustafa ample time to understand the situation. When he learned of Lu Yang, Algayer, and the others' entire plan, Rustafa's eyes gleamed. He looked at Lu Yang and said, "This plan is feasible. If you can truly accomplish it, you will be the benefactor of our Elf Race."
Lu Yang smiled and said, "To be honest, we're helping each other. If you can prove to me that you truly intend to become a Shadowmoon Elf, then please contact the other five races now and invite them to Baishan City for a meeting."
Rustafa said excitedly, "Of course. I'll write the invitations, and Algayer will send them out."
Such letters were generally written by the sender personally and delivered by guards, so they would not arouse suspicion. However, elven magic was very special. Commoners' magic lacked the divine aura of noble magic and would still be detected.
With a wave of his right hand, Lu Yang removed the Heart-Devouring Seed from Sara's body. As Sara stared in surprise, Lu Yang smiled and said, "I believe you will no longer betray Algayer or the Shadowmoon Elves. Welcome, Queen of the Shadowmoon Elves."
"Thank you." A warm smile appeared