Desert Temple's saintess, Yin Qingyue, was among them, accompanied by several hundred Desert Temple clergy. At her side stood dozens of high-ranking wizards and priests clearly from the Odin Temple. Most eye-catching of all, however, was a group of elegantly dressed elves whose bearing was poised and graceful.
These elves had mysterious pure-silver hair, their sleek long locks reflecting a glittering silver radiance beneath the sun, making them seem sacred and unfathomably mysterious. They were members of the Moon Elf Clan, royalty among elf royalty, beloved by the elven gods. And the silver-haired elf surrounded by everyone like stars circling the moon was clearly a direct descendant of the Moon Elf imperial family, judging by his attire.
At that moment, the proud Moon Elf was hovering beside Yin Qingyue, relentlessly currying favor with her. Behind Yin Qingyue, Leon the golden lionman's face had gone black as ink. From the way he clenched the hilt of his saber, he seemed ready to split that Moon Elf in two with a single stroke.
"The tribes of the Odin Icefield are poor, but they suddenly got themselves a rich relative!" Lin Qi sighed helplessly. "The elves have finally made their move. So these elves aren't stupid after all! Now this is getting interesting. The beastmen are coming from the north, the undead occupy the south, and the Blood Qin Empire's great army lies to the east. We're in trouble now!"
Azi's lips twitched as he clenched his fists tightly. "They... they wouldn't join forces, would they?"
Lin Qi looked helplessly at Azi, then laughed mockingly. "If they weren't joining forces, what are they doing here? Gathering together to play some ancient Eastern game of mahjong? Do you think they came to make up a table? You should know that in the past few