Chapter 126 Gold Prime Minister
Even though Miss Verafia and the others deliberately avoided large-scale battlefields, they still couldn’t escape the attacks of the dark elves.
The enemies they faced were not just dark elves. The dark elf army included followers of the Abyssal Church who were allied with them, strange swordsmen from the Magic Kingdom, and even gold elves who had revolted alongside Gold Prime Ministeraino Pal.
However, beside them, there were dozens of elf guards who had regrouped, forming an elite force. When she was Lothel, Verafia had experience commanding armies, and under her command, navigating the city’s alleys, they could handle most enemies.
Moreover, with Ophi and Fuya, two Saint Ranks, plus her and Ig’s combat power, their journey was full of twists and turns. Led by Fuya, they continued to advance deep into the Sky City.
Verafia raised her gold eyes, gazing at the ruined buildings and scattered corpses.
The Sky City was built with special materials and blessed by deities. Even a single blow from a deity during the Dark Moon only managed to shatter one end of the city wall, which spoke volumes.
Even the most ordinary residential homes might not be destroyed by a single blow from a Sacred Domain expert. Yet, what appeared before her eyes was a scene of utter devastation, hinting at the intensity of the battle that had just occurred.
“There must have even been legendary powerhouses involved, although not Serathras…” Verafia murmured.
Besides the High Priest Zorgia, the dark elves naturally had other legends, and their aid from the Abyssal Church and the Magic Kingdom was significant. The Elf Empire, however, did not have many legends. Apart from the deceased Great Elder of the Wood Elves, openly, there were only Ain’s sister, Ravnos, and the Prime Minister of the Gold Tribe,aino Pal.
And now,aino Pal had already defected. Even with Serathras’s appearance, it wouldn’t be enough to bridge the gap with the enemy. Furthermore, Verafia had also heard that Ravnos was not even in the Sky City. A month ago, the Elf Queen had sent her to the Holy Spirit Mountain Range, the territory of the dark elves.
“The only fortunate thing is that Muld seems to still be in the city.”
Verafia raised her head, her jade fingers lightly clasped on her chest as she spoke.
As they ventured deeper into the city, the traces of the dark elves became fewer, indicating that their forces had not yet completely breached the defenses. Instead, the corpses of gold elves and dwarves were more numerous.
She didn’t doubt the combat power of Muld, the King of the Dwarves, who wielded the Hammer of Thunder, “Great Hammer.” However, even this former hero had grown old, and Muld, who had no regard for his body, found it difficult to possess the same full strength as individuals like Fater and Lancaster.
Moreover, according to Ig, Muld had been ambushed by Fater a year ago. From his awakening until now, it had been less than half a year at most. Had he truly recovered his full strength?
Thinking of this, Verafia couldn’t help but worry a little for her old acquaintance.
“Veer, there are no signs of two legends clashing yet. Moreover, Senior Muld was once your companion. With his combat power, even facing a legend of the same level, he would surely be unharmed.”
Ig noticed the girl’s concern beside him, and he gently squeezed her small hand to comfort her.
Verafia nodded.
“We’re almost there.”
Fuya, who was walking ahead, looked up and said with surprise, “Sister Sylvia is in that palace ahead!”
Verafia looked up at where Fuya was pointing, her lips parting as if to speak. Suddenly, a look of shock appeared on her snow-white cheeks.
Not only her, but Ig, Ophi, and the elf guards following them all wore the same expression.
“That’s—”
Ophi turned her head in surprise, not even having time to utter such a sound. As everyone felt, a brilliant golden light descended like a curtain, and space was distorted by immense power. What appeared before their eyes were dozens of gold elf knights.
These gold elf knights possessed powerful magic. At least as Stars, they were undoubtedly considered powerhouses on the entire continent. However, with less than a hundred of them, they could hardly be called an army.
Yet, even the most formidable legion would not dare to confront them, for before the knights, a tall knight, holding a spear, slowly raised his golden pupils.
Verafia held her breath slightly.
The opponent’s golden long hair was draped over his shoulders as usual. His raised face was handsome and striking, imbued with elegance and nobility. Likewise, he possessed the dignity and composure of a superior. His pair of golden eyes were dazzlingly bright. The only slight flaw in his aura was the unconcealable fatigue hidden within them.
The terrifying aura of a legend undoubtedly revealed his identity.
“Sylvia has transferred her Royal Guard from Enola. Does she know I will come?”
The gold elf didn’t look at the girls and Ig blocking their path. Instead, he murmured to himself.
“Aino Pal!”
The first to speak was Fuya, who still had a loli appearance. She clenched her small hands tightly, her big emerald eyes glaring at the opponent in extreme anger:
“Many people said you would betray… but Sister Sylvia still believed in you. You, who she trusted so much, why would you—”
The girl’s young voice was filled with the overwhelming anger that her small chest couldn’t contain.
The gold elf before them was naturally Lordaino Pal, the clan leader of the High Elves and the Prime Minister of two dynasties, who had instigated the rebellion today and attracted the dark elves!
“No, Miss Fuya, you are mistaken.”
The Gold Prime Minister’s gaze fell upon the indignant green-haired loli, and he said softly, “Her Majesty Sylvia, she knew I would betray her.”
Fuya’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him.
“As for why I betrayed her…”
He suddenly sighed, the indelible fatigue on his face making him appear even more burdened. “Zorgia, no, their Dark Moon Goddess, gave me a reward I couldn’t refuse.”
Verafia’s gaze tightened slightly. Her hand was held by Ig, but the young man’s other hand had already gripped the staff of End.
Aino Pal had declared his stance. Regardless of whether this legendary powerhouse intended to pursue the Elf Queen or had other intentions, there was no need for further discussion between them.
She also tightened her grip on the Mistetinn’s Staff.
In Verafia’s understanding, the gold elf before them was considered a powerhouse among legends, his strength undoubtedly far surpassing that of the greatly aged Great Elder of the Wood Elves, Beltnan.
However…
However,aino Pal, including the knights under him, did not attack immediately. His gaze fell upon Verafia’s gold eyes.
“Are you Miss Verafia?”
