Chapter 121 The Immortal

"My Lord, what should I do now?"

Lysabelle suddenly felt a chill, and the flames in the fireplace grew weaker. The old elf woman looked out the window, and autumn was almost over.

"Let's go back to the Wind Whispering Kingdom and continue doing what you should do."

The old elf woman did not get up to add firewood to the fireplace. She waved her hand, indicating to Lysabel that it was time to leave.

"But the contract with the dragon..."

If the gods are willing to help, the soul contract can be dissolved. But the old elf woman shook her head.

"I hope you will continue to fulfill the contract with the dragon and try to agree to all the dragon's requests. If you cannot fulfill the dragon's request on your own, please pray to me."

But Lisabel didn't know how to leave the room yet; she had just discovered that there was no door.

"That's it. We'll meet again next time we have a chance."

The scene before Lisabel gradually faded, and the cottage and the old elf woman disappeared from her sight. Light shone into the tree hole from behind her, illuminating the scene before her.

Except for a wooden statue of the goddess of nature growing directly in the tree hole, this place looks like an ordinary tree hole. A creaking sound came from beside him, and the two tree people who accompanied him into the tree hole were urging him.

The conversation with the gods is over, it's time to leave.

"It looks like those dragons have come up with something new. Hopefully it'll work."

Lisabel seemed to hear a murmur behind her, but when she listened carefully, she could hear nothing.

Outside the mother tree, only one priest was still waiting for Lysabel; the other elves had already left.

"I'm sorry, the arrival of the newborn is too important. The Archbishop and his men need to prepare for the baptism of the newborn and the assignment of guardianship."

Lysabelle noted the priest's appearance; he looked very young.

It’s better to say that along the way, Lysabelle didn’t see any elf showing signs of aging.

"I will send you to the border between the forest and the Kingdom of the Original Wind Whisperer. The weapons and equipment are still being prepared and will probably be delivered next week."

These matters had been roughly finalized long before Lysabel arrived in the forest. She would return to her original kingdom of Whispering Wind, organize people, and continue the resistance.

The elves will provide all support other than manpower, and ask for only one price, which is to maintain the faith in the God of Nature among the resistance organized by Lysabel.

"I know. I will organize the team first, and they will all become believers of the God of Nature."

Lisabell had no reason to refuse. The God of Nature was very generous to his followers. While granting them divine powers, he would also subtly help them adapt to the wild. In the wild, such as forests or grasslands, followers of the God of Nature were naturally half a level stronger than others of the same level.

The priest suddenly stopped, and not far away, a small group of elves appeared, with a coffin floating in their team.

"Is it Lidina?"

The elves in the team nodded silently.

"It was found not long after you left the forest. The cause of death was old age."

The priest was obviously familiar with the spirit in the coffin, and Lysabel could see the sadness on his face.

"Take one last look at her. Once she returns to her mother tree, you will never see her again."

Before the priest could react, the coffin was opened, and a young female elf lay inside. She had a youthful face, and Lysabel could not see any signs of aging on her face.

The priest took one look and then closed the coffin again.

"She is my guardian, and I originally thought she would survive this year."

The priest spoke as he watched the coffin being transferred to the tree people of the mother tree and then being carried into the tree hole that Lysabell had entered before.

"She's very old?"

Lysabelle certainly didn't see it. "One thousand five hundred and forty-three years old is considered a long life even for an elf. Most elves only live to about one thousand two hundred years old."

The priest took another step and led Lisabel out of the forest.

"Come to think of it, I'm almost a thousand years old, and I can already feel my body functions deteriorating."

The priest was walking and speaking with inspiration.

"But from the perspective of us humans, we can't see it at all."

Lisabel felt a little uncomfortable. She looked carefully at the priest's face and did not find any wrinkles or other signs of aging.

"Of course, once an elf reaches adulthood, their appearance hardly changes. They will remain the same until they die of old age. In the past, some civilized races called us the immortals."

"Won't it get old?"

Lysabel whispered. She suddenly thought of the old elf woman she had seen in the tree house.

The god of nature chose this image that does not exist in this world.

Lisabel felt that she had vaguely sensed something, and there seemed to be a sense of incongruity with the elf beside her.

She shook her head, suppressing the strange feeling.

Elves are natural believers in the God of Nature and allies of all those who are close to nature. They will not do anything to harm themselves.

But Lisabel couldn't help but quicken her pace, and in order to lead the way, the priest also quickened his pace.

Lisabel didn't know why she was like this. It seemed that some instinct was driving her to leave the forest as soon as possible.

"The elves seem to be making some moves."

As soon as Faree returned to the nest, he heard Safrina's voice.

"Elves?"

Fary remembered the information he saw on Dragon Island.

The elves are also an ancient civilization, living mainly in various forests. However, like the previous civilizations, the elven civilization quickly declined after a brief peak.

Now, they almost only appear around the magical forest.

That forest was the last attempt of the elves, led by their last queen, before the fall of civilization. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the elves' attempt was successful.

However, the dragons seemed to have a different view. In that record of civilization, there was also a conclusion about the final outcome of the elven civilization.

“State of Civilization: Extinction.”

This was the ancient dragon's initial conclusion, but not long after, he crossed out the word "extinction" and put a few question marks behind it.

The next update was two hundred years later. It seemed that he had been observing during this period. Finally, he crossed out the question marks and added the final conclusion at the end.

“The current state of civilization: only a remnant remains.”

After that, there were no more updates about the elven civilization. In the records of the rise and peak of other civilizations, there were often only a few words about the elves.

They would move around the forest and spread their beliefs about the gods of nature.

But their missionary activities were quite restrained, and basically limited to the area around the magic forest. Rather than calling it missionary work, it felt to Fary more like they were asking the outside world not to forget their existence.

The remnants of these lost civilizations, who are called "immortal species" by many civilizations, are now taking action.

"It's going to get chaotic again."

Fari felt the soul contract. One of the contractors was now in the forest. It seemed that he might be involved in the chaos soon.

(End of this chapter)