The Four Saints Temple.
The sacred sanctuary of the elves of the Platinum Forest.
In their legends, the great saint of the elven royal family had raised the eternal, undying God of the Elves.
Bows, swords, forest magic, and healing.
These powers formed the elves' system of strength.
They were also the reason the elven royal family had flourished.
"Hold on! Don't let those filthy green-skinned monsters get in!"
"Where are the healing elves? Hurry and save the wounded!"
"Damned Goblins, get back!"
Built on a hill, this structure was relatively easy to defend and difficult to attack.
But under the Goblin Legions' relentless assault, it, too, was on the verge of destruction.
The Third Army under the Seventh Expeditionary Legion of the Goblin Emperor's Guard was responsible for the invasion here.
Hundreds of thousands of Goblins surrounded the place.
The commander of the Third Army was a short, red-skinned Goblin with several flaming banners stuck into its back.
Beneath its feet, several elven heads that had yet to dry out served as its footrest.
"Waaagh!"
It raised a goblet made from a skull and tilted its head back to drink.
Small as it was, it occupied the absolute center of this crowd of muscular Goblins.
It tossed aside its wine flask and looked at the magical barrier, which had already developed a few cracks, a series of vicious grins spreading across its ugly face.
A flaming banner pulled free of the skin on its back.
It transformed into a burning spear suspended in midair.
"Raaagh!"
With one throw, the spear struck precisely inside a crack that had yet to heal completely.
Crack, crunch!
The fractures in the barrier began to spread.
The elves inside the Four Saints Temple immediately looked desperate and terrified.
The elven girl seated in the