I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 852

The Dark Elf High Priest slowly withdrew his palm from the wound. The wound, though seemingly slender, contained lingering demonic power, like the music of a jade zither, which even he, a legend, could not easily erase.
“Zolgya’s wound. Did someone injure him before?”
Not only Lorienta and the others, but even the Night Elves showed disbelief.
This wound was not left by Beltenan. The Night High Priest revealed it to show that he only arrived after Beltenan was exhausted, not out of fear of his power, but for other reasons.
“But Zolgya is a legend. Could the one who injured him also be a legendary powerhouse?”
Looking at Elder Beltenan lying in a pool of blood, Ainchel held the Fire Pigeon in her arms tightly, her slender fingers turning slightly pale. She was extremely anxious, but not yet at the Star level, she clearly could do nothing.
Nia flapped her wings slightly and suddenly chirped. The Wood Elf Girl looked up at the sky.
The cold dark moon still shrouded the sky above the sacred tree, erasing all light and life. The moonlight tide surged, and the cold brilliance made people timid. Suddenly, a clear phoenix cry sounded, breaking through the deep stillness of the moonlight.
“This is…”
Ainchel was not the only one looking up at the sky. The elves were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up with surprise as they looked up. The elegant and gorgeous wings of the spirit bird cut through the dark moon, and the green color full of life almost merged with the moonlight. In mid-air, the magnificent feathers seemed to leave long trails.
“This is the spirit bird that accompanies Her Majesty the Queen. It is said that she has the blood of a phoenix and is a descendant of the legendary spirit bird that accompanied the goddess in sowing life!”
An Elf Swordsman who had personally met the Elf Queen Sylvia in Sky City exclaimed excitedly.
Thirty years ago, Sylvia brought miracles and awakened the Tree of Life, which had fallen into deep slumber with the goddess. It is said that this was precisely because a spirit bird with phoenix blood was by her side.
And since that day, like Sylvia, who became the Elf King, the spirit bird accompanying the girl has resided in “Elnoral,” the Sky City atop the Sacred Tree.
Does the life-giving spirit bird tearing through the dark moon sky mean that Sky Royal City is unharmed, and Her Majesty the Sacred Queen has chosen to come to aid personally?
The elves looked hopeful. Even Lorienta’s slender hand, gripping the sword edge, trembled slightly, and her lips curved involuntarily, her shimmering green eyes showing surprise.
The remaining elves were all powerful. They quickly discovered a tall and beautiful female figure on the spirit bird’s back. She no longer concealed herself. As a legend, her clear, jade-like aura, which played like a wind instrument, entered everyone’s perception.
“Wait, that’s not right. Such an aura… it’s not Her Majesty the Queen.”
Ainchel blinked her eyelashes and suddenly thought.
Elf Queen Sylvia had never revealed her magical aura to the world, but it was not difficult to judge that this woman was by no means the Queen herself.
“A legendary powerhouse, not Her Majesty the Queen, nor my elder sister. Who is this senior?”
Ainchel was not the only one who made this judgment. The surrounding sounds of war temporarily stopped, and the elves all looked up.
The dark moon sky parted, and the spirit bird flapped its beautiful wings. In everyone’s eyes, above the spirit bird, the woman also gently raised her face. Even just a glimpse of her profile was enough to imagine her extraordinary elegance.
As if noticing the elves’ gazes, she raised her face, and a gentle breeze touched her figure. A clear and melodious zither music sounded, enveloping her as she slowly landed on the ground. Her waist-length hair gently swayed to the music.
“Zolgya, you’ve gotten stronger.”
Her voice was clear and pleasant, but it contained more coolness.
The robe she wore had sword marks and traces of moonlight, indicating that the Night High Priest’s statement about stopping him was indeed this Wood Elf.
“However… is this what you gained by betraying the goddess Eluxia?”
With pure jade-like eyes gazing at the Night High Priest before her, the slender, jade-like fingers of the Wood Elf slightly brushed through her pale green hair, and her delicate pointed ears touched the scattered moonlight, revealing a face that was exceptionally clear and flawless.
Many elves, including Lorienta, and even the soldiers of the Night Elves, involuntarily let out sounds of disbelief.
If Igert were conscious and standing here, he would surely be surprised to find that this mysterious woman, who possessed the legendary realm, bore some resemblance to the half-elf girl Grisia they had met long ago.
As for Verafia, it would be easier for her to recall the name of one of her former companions.
“Serathys Qiong Ge.”
The Dark Elf High Priest’s voice, tinged with a slight smile, sounded. His eyes, like the dark moon, flickered as he looked at the elf woman before him.
“The ‘Jade Singer’ who once hunted the Demon King with a human hero. I never expected to meet you today. As far as I know, you should have perished in the Tide of the Dark Moon thirty years ago.”
Jade Singer, Serathys Qiong Ge.
Even though they had vaguely considered this possibility before, hearing Zolgya confirm it, the elves present were all startled.
One hundred years is not a very long time for the elf race.
A hundred years ago, Serathys, along with a ranger from the Silver Moon Elves, the “Moonlight Hunter,” had hunted the Demon King with the human hero. After the war ended, she returned to the Jade Forest with considerable prestige.
However, also thirty years ago, in the calamity that completely destroyed the Elf Empire, like countless powerful lives, the name “Jade Singer” was completely silenced.
Until today, the “Singer,” carried by the Elf King’s spirit bird, tore through the sky shrouded by the dark moon and appeared before them.
Ainchel suddenly tugged at Lorienta’s arm and asked confusedly, “Sister Lorienta, has Queen Sylvia always been this Jade Singer Miss? Perhaps she was severely injured back then and saved Sky City with an avatar, only now revealing her true form?”
Lorienta looked at the elf girl’s sparkling, curious big eyes and couldn’t help but smile.
However, she also knew that this Miss Ain had not truly met Elf Queen Sylvia since her birth from the Sacred Tree more than ten years ago, so it was inevitable for her to have such a sudden thought.
The spirit bird hovered in the sky, its wings flapping. Serathys stood before the High Priest in his divine robe. Hearing the name, which should have sunk into historical memory, for the second time, her eyes flickered slightly. Suddenly, the Night High Priest grasped the long sword in his hand and smiled:
“The ‘Saintess’ told me that she did not eliminate you… It seems that thirty years ago, our new mysterious queen also saved you?”