Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 392: The evil intentions of the Elf God, will the prophecy come true?

"granduncle!"

The man in a long robe, with an elegant and noble temperament, like the ruler of the dark night, leaned down slightly. His every move seemed to contain some kind of indescribable temptation and ultimate beauty, which made people's heart beat fast.

It has to be said that since this great nephew underwent the bloodline transformation ritual, he has gradually integrated and mastered the essence of the race and rank of the Lord of Eternal Night, and his charm is astonishingly high.

Especially when facing Noah, the Lord of Eternal Night does not need to restrain himself and can display his charm unscrupulously without worrying about causing any abnormalities.

If he were to appear in the mortal realm, even if he did nothing, he could use his charm to cause a riot that would affect the entire city.

When charm reaches a certain level, it can become a deadly poison to creatures with insufficient willpower. Their intelligence will be wiped out, and they will perform all kinds of indescribable and incredible mindless behaviors.

Just like Wayne at this moment, let alone mortals, even legends can hardly resist his charm, but it is worth mentioning that this charm is not gender-specific and can even transcend race.

However, charm is just an extraordinary characteristic possessed by the Lord of Eternal Night. The real terrifying thing about the Lord of Eternal Night is that as the pinnacle of the vampire race, he can create vampires of many levels at will based on his own will.

The price is just the consumption of some strength, which can be replenished by sucking enough blood. Therefore, to a certain extent, the vampire lord can create vampires continuously with almost no limit.

One person can create a tribe.

"I asked you to come here just to inquire about the situation, not to hold you accountable."

Noah was silent for a moment when he saw his great nephew, whose figure and demeanor were impeccable. Although the nephew became more and more respectful to him, he felt that he was a stranger and far from what he remembered.

"Do you want to ask about the elven capital of Thainferon?"

"Yes, Parvati has come to me, and she wants to talk to you!"

Noah exhaled a breath of dragon fire gently, feeling that it was a little outrageous. These two half-siblings had not established any solid contact with each other for so many years, and they still needed his uncle, who had no blood relationship with them, to act as a bridge and provide a platform for communication.

Of course, Noah also understood the feelings of his eldest niece Parvati, because at this moment, bloodshed was rampant in the Elf King's court.

The vampires transformed from the fallen elves lurk in various cities and classes of the elves, using their original positions and power to stir up trouble.

Logically speaking, it was a bit outrageous for an immortal race like the elves to degenerate into a vampire race. No matter how you looked at it, it was not a profitable deal. Only those short-lived human nobles would degenerate for the temptation of immortality and become undead creatures.

But this extremely outrageous and seemingly unreasonable thing happened. A large number of fallen elves who were transformed into vampires were rampant in the Elf King's court and treated their former kin as food.

Such things naturally annoyed and even angry Parvati, the supreme ruler of the Elf Royal Court, because the blood clan that transformed into fallen elves were mainly composed of the middle and lower-level elves that she had originally strongly supported.

This made this natural demigod feel betrayed, even if he thought about the reasons carefully, it seemed understandable and reasonable. Everyone has his own stance.

Elves are indeed an immortal race, but the definition of immortal races is very vague and general. To humans, a short-lived race with a lifespan of only a hundred years, wood elves who can live for four hundred years are an immortal race.

But a golden dragon, whose natural lifespan is over six thousand years, is also an immortal species. So how big is the gap between a golden dragon and a wood elf?

The same principle also exists within the elven community. Although high elves and low elves are both elves, the essence of their lives is different. It is precisely because of this that high elves can naturally despise low elves and regard them as slaves and consumables.

In the human race, the mere difference in wealth can cause some people to treat their penniless and homeless peers as ants.

Not to mention the high elves in the elven race, who have a higher life essence and a natural lifespan at least five times that of the lower-level civilian elves. They are truly superior in all aspects.

Arrogance, pride, contempt, and contempt, these emotions naturally arise with the difference in bloodline and rank. Only etiquette can disguise them slightly, but it cannot change their essence.

This is the innate inequality, and low elves can only accept such inequality. There is no other way, because they were born as low elves.

However, when the long-suppressed anger and unwillingness encounter an opportunity for change, they will be released and turned into a disaster that sweeps across the Elf King's court.

Although after Parvati entered the Elf Royal Court, she has proposed a number of reforms, including but not limited to providing more positions and promotions for middle and lower-level elves.

However, the various reform policies that Parvati had painstakingly thought out did not benefit the majority of the middle and lower classes, and the living standards of the vast majority of elves were no different from before.

Only a small number of low-level elves who possessed more outstanding talents than their peers or who dared to fight were able to change their own destiny to a certain extent and gain a higher social status than before.

The real problem is the inequality of elven blood. Parvati has not changed anything at all, and of course, no one expects her to change that.

This was something that only gods could do, and no one would blame the ruling demigod for it. Everyone in the Elf Royal Court felt that she had done a great job.

But when the power and grace from the vampire lord came, everything was different.

As an old low elf who has lived a mediocre life, been bullied and enslaved by the high elves all his life, and is now very old.

If you were faced with the opportunity to be reborn, change your bloodline, and have a longer life and greater power, would you hesitate? Or would you end your life in such a cowardly way just to ensure the glory of the elves that you never had?

This is a question that does not require hesitation. Not to mention the low-level elves, even the high-level elves whose lifespans are about to come to an end will also embrace blood.

It doesn't mean that after living for thousands of years, one doesn't want to live anymore. Attachment to life is a biological instinct. It doesn't mean that after experiencing the long years, one doesn't want to experience them again. Otherwise, why would gods fight for immortality and use all means to ensure that they maintain their immortality and do not fall?

The disaster of Eternal Night and Shadow originated from this, and it was also what caused the most distress to the ruling demigods of the Elf King's Court, because it accurately hit the flaws of the Elf King's Court.

Moreover, she had no way to avoid or change this defect, so she could only find the source of the disaster and try to solve the problem from the source.

"Grandfather, would you believe me if I said I knew nothing about this?"

After hearing Noah's words, Wayne stood up straight and said something with a smile on his face.

"As the Lord of the Blood Clan, how could you be unaware of the surge in the number of your own blood descendants?"

Although his innate lie detection talent did not react to what his great nephew said, Noah did not believe it, because telling only part of the truth can also achieve the effect of a lie, and it is even more terrible than a lie. "I really didn't know it at first. I didn't know that my bloodline had spread to Middle-earth."

Wayne explained.

"You found out later, but you didn't stop it?"

"I can't think of any reason to stop it. Whether from my own standpoint or for your sake, I don't understand why I should stop my descendants from expanding in Middle-earth."

The vampire monarch, who seemed to be the incarnation of eternal night, replied calmly.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his descendants wreaking havoc in the Elf King's Kingdom. He didn't take any lead in the planning, but they achieved such a result. This only made him feel surprised and amazed, not angry.

"That's true, but don't you plan to meet your sister?"

Noah stretched out his dragon claws and scratched his chin, feeling a slight headache. Of course, he was happy to see the elves in trouble, but he also didn't want to see the relationship between the brother and sister, which was originally as good as water, suddenly deteriorate.

"No, I think our meeting would only be a waste of time and would lead to unnecessary conflict."

Wayne shook his head slightly and rejected his sister's request to contact him, because he knew with his toes what kind of requests his sister would make of him, and he had no intention of satisfying them.

Why should he be satisfied? What good would the rise of Middle-earth bring to him? He was the second king of the undead. The rise of the elves would definitely suppress and attack the north first, and avenge all the losses and infringements they had suffered in the previous war.

"Unnecessary conflict? If you allow your bloodline to continue to wreak havoc, you and your sister will have a war sooner or later. How do you plan to end it then?"

Noah sighed. He remembered the ominous prophecy. He really didn't want to see the brother and sister killing each other. Although the gun of destiny, which meant a sure hit, was still in his hand, who knew what would happen with the current trend?
"Uncle, I know you are reminding me of the prophecy, but if fate must be like this, then let it happen. I don't think my sister can hurt me."

Wayne's tone remained the same as before, he spoke in a straightforward and rhythmic manner, as if he was talking about something that was perfectly normal and reasonable.

"Don't be too arrogant. She was chosen by the Seven Gods. Although you are quite powerful now, your sister is too special. According to the prophecy, you will be the loser in the end!"

"Uncle, if you put it that way, then I'm looking forward to it."

A smile appeared at the corner of Wayne's mouth, and his face finally showed obvious emotions, but it was anticipation and eagerness.

"..."

Noah was speechless. He had nothing to say now. Parvati requested a meeting, but Wayne refused. Then, this blood clan disaster caused by the natural spread of blood descendants would most likely lead to a war between the current Grand Archon of the Elf and the culprit behind it.

The outcome of a match is still difficult to determine, and the so-called prediction of fate is not absolute, but just one of the endless possibilities in the future.

The future is full of variables, and no one can be sure until reality arrives, but with the current development trend, this battle seems inevitable.

"I have said everything I need to say. You can handle the rest by yourselves. I only have one request. You can severely injure Parvati, but since you share the same blood, please spare her life."

"it is good."

Wayne agreed without hesitation. He had no doubt that he could kill Parvati. Such was his confidence that even though a god had once given a prophecy, he wanted to challenge it.

"Uncle, I want to know, have you said something similar to Parvati? Ask her to show mercy?"

"Is it necessary to tell her? Can she kill you?"

Noah glanced at the young man in front of him. This blood clan lord with an extremely powerful and terrifying aura was just a clone of Wayne. Of course, it could also be the real person.

It was precisely because Noah had seen what Wayne did to the race of the Vampire Lord that he made such a reminder, because he couldn't think of how Parvati could win, even with the favor of the gods.

“Maybe!”

"Go ahead. When you start fighting, let me know. I need a seat to watch the fight."

"I will reserve the best spectator seat for you, my uncle."

"Tsk."

When the young man in front of him turned into a ball of blood and disappeared in front of him, Noah pondered for a moment, and took out another skull that was sealed layer by layer. There was a toothpick-like wooden thorn embedded in the center of the brow of this skull, which had a bit of crystal texture and contained divinity.

This is the spear of destiny given by the elven god, but now the spear is still in his hand.

"What on earth will happen to make you slip away from my hands?"

Noah couldn't figure it out, but soon he discovered that there was a mistake in his thinking.

Less than three days after he conveyed the news of Wayne's refusal to meet Parvati, a divine descent took place in the Elf King's court. During this divine descent ceremony, the gray-robed elven god who descended actually bestowed a wooden spear.

"Huh? What a rotten tree, you can't break it all, right?"

After receiving the news, Noah couldn't help but sneered.
"I'll give it to you sooner or later!"

Noah felt the malice coming from the elven gods, because among the many weapons bestowed by the elven gods, only the Spear of Destiny was the most extraordinary, but now a second one had appeared.

"Uncle, I promised you that I would not let the prophecy come true. Now I need to apologize to you."

Parvati's appearance in Elysium is extremely rare.

She could not solve the inherent blood inequality among the elves, but she had to suppress the forces that intensified the conflict.

(End of this chapter)