Blood Elf Monarch

Chapter 424 Aftermath

One day has passed since the great war in front of the Caerleon City's gates.

Orcs, elves, and humans alike who managed to survive set up camp in the ruined lands in front of Caerleon City. Together, they collected all the bodies of people, friends and foes alike, that were scattered all over and burned them one by one before they rot and create more problems.

Thousands of bodies were collected, both ones still intact and those that were missing limbs and heads. All the corpses had even formed a massive pile atop the ground.

The sight was such a macabre one, even the hardened guards of Caerleon City were unable to stop their hearts from aching. They could only wait in fear inside their posts, the sight of corpses swept through like they were destroyed by the world itself still littering the streets even with the forming massive pile.

Screams of despair, pain, and heartbreak echoed all around, becoming one into a miasma of hurt.

Meanwhile, the orcs and elves, who had less emotions than the humans, are busy healing the injured fighters to ensure they would be able to fight again.

Tristan walked around the posts to observe the troops. Unbeknownst to most, his hands were clenched, while his body trembled from all the emotions swirling inside him. He didn't expect that the space knights, with all their advanced weapons, have joined forces with the Asgardians to fight his troops, even robbing them out of their livelihoods without restraint.

Before the cleanup, Tristan had allowed his dragons Nora and Nara to fly to Evergreen Forest to give their messages to the wood elves, so the latter would speed up their movements a bit. Right now, all Tristan could do was wait.

From this massive war, Tristan had managed to farm a lot of blood essences, so he could increase his power further. Not only that, he still has enough essence to do some enhancements to both his elven and orc soldiers.

The bigger the war, the bigger the casualties the more powerful he became. This was his greatest strength, and this would be his trump card.

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Finally, the time everyone had waited for has come, but contrary to his expectations, the soldiers who came first were from the dark elves' kingdom, led by his own wife, Princess Illiana.

They had come from the northern skies, a few dozen of them riding wyverns. From what Tristan could sense, the only dark elves who came are the dark elf magus and the elders…

The wyverns all landed close to the pile of burned bodies. From afar, the macabre sight would look like a celebratory bonfire.

Tristan greeted them silently. He could hear the dark elves whispering to each other, as if they were gauging the Monarch's strength the whole time.

Then, Princess Illiana jumped down from her wyvern and approached Tristan. The woman was wearing her battle armor but still appear stunning to his eyes.

"It seems I was late to the party," The princess said with a disappointed tone. Then, she greeted Tristan with respect right in front of all the other dark elves who were waiting for her orders.

"I am here My Monarch"

The dark elves princess seems to always understand him and this effectively eases Tristan's current emotional turmoil.

Tristan approach his dark elf wife close and said

"Illiana, are you ready to join me for a payback?" Tristan asked while caressing Illiana's long hair that reached down to her back. In response, Illiana only gave him a slight smile.

"It is not yet time," she said calmly. Tristan raised his eyebrow in silent question.

"We still need to wait for the reports from the spies I planted. I think we cannot just waltz in without preparation" Illiana said without hesitation. Though she was right, the answer only made Tristan once again irritated.

"I cannot wait any longer, they took my sister!" Tristan said while clenching his hands around the princess' face. The latter was shocked, but Tristan's outburst was still unable to make her change her mind.

"My monarch… this is more a reason to be careful about it.."

thinking about a slight mistake would endanger his sister, Tristan quickly let go and said "you are right"

A moment after, Tristan heard a voice from above.

"My Monarch."

Tristan looked up to the sky and saw the two dragons who called him. Right before landing, they changed to their human form and gave him a polite bow as they landed.

"Yes, Nara, Nora?"

"They have come," Nara said as she stood up straight, and Tristan raised his eyebrow in a questioning glance. However, before he could say anything, he sensed a massive power carried by the winds all around him.

Even from this far away, Tristan could understand what the two dragons meant. The elves have spilled out from the Evergreen Forest to join them.

A casual glance was enough for Tristan to see that the elves who came to join numbered in the thousands, which put him a bit more at ease at least. The more forces he could amass, the more chances for victory.

In the frontmost lines, there was king Ivaasar, Queen Leena, King Haladar, Elder Durlan, Prince Elroth, and Princess Serene. They all wore an exquisite suit of armor from head to toe, while Princess Serene and Queen Leena had donned their Valkyrie mode. When Princess Serene sensed his stare, she immediately ran to hug him.

"Tristan, I'm glad to see you are doing okay," Princess Serene said with a soft voice.

After everyone had gathered, Tristan took a sweeping glance at them all and saw the leaders of the wood elves had managed to amass the number of soldiers they had promised. This will be a war to decide whether elves would remain the strongest race on this planet, or the crown would fall to someone else.

However, before he could say anything, he felt the pressure all around change drastically. Great power was approaching, right from the southern side of the capital. He saw the high elves led by Kolvar had blotted out the sky.

That was not the source of the power he sensed, however. He looked in the southwest direction and saw someone unexpected.

King Castian, Callan, Hanz, King Vizier, and Osgiliath the strongest group has arrived