Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Another chapter after 15m.

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The Sun Disc.

Also known as the High Elf Council Hall. The majestic sun hung high, its solemn and weighty aura hitting one in the face. It was said to be designed by an ancient elf king who revered the "sun" as a sacred object, filled with a sense of divine ceremony.

In such a meticulously designed and symbolic council hall, naturally, only matters concerning the "elf tribe" of great importance were worthy of discussion here.

The Grand Elder Nazha presided over the meeting, along with six other newly promoted elf elders, all seated around a round table.

"What's going on outside?" Each elder here was a respected senior, and one of them frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the sudden rise of noise outside.

Another more easy-going elder shook her head and said, "It must be some young person who has obtained a high-level natural spell from the Wisdom Ancient Tree."

Such disturbances outside had actually been happening from time to time over the past few days.

After all, their elf tribe was now rising at an incredible speed, revitalizing what was once stagnant water, filling it with vitality.

For this reason...

"Silence!"

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Beneath the Sun Disc, the Grand Elder Nazha spoke up. Such a high council hall was no place for idle chatter.

She brought the elders' attention back to the issue they had been discussing.

"For the sake of our kin, for the development of our tribe, and for the safety of our tribe, we must find a way to continue obtaining more resources from the Demon King."

The buildings in their homeland did not arise out of nowhere; they were all created by Reji using "Starlight".

However, due to the "hundredfold reward" mechanism of the Demon King, Reji's speed was just a bit faster, so in the eyes of the elves, especially these elders, Reji definitely still had reserves.

The elves, who had long been parched for rain, were like insatiable fledglings, still needing to ask their 'Demon King father' for more. Not enough! More, and more!

Of course, as noble elves, such actions were not considered begging but a lofty strategy.

"I concur, the atrocities of the demon race in the past destroyed our civilization, and now it's only right for the Demon King to atone!"

"I concur, we are not submitting to the Demon King, we just want to improve the lives of our kin."

"I concur, we must be vigilant and aware of potential dangers. No one can guarantee that the Demon King won't change his temperament one day and strike at us again."

The Grand Elder Nazha very much agreed with the last statement. The "Demon Tower" now had seven floors, and not every apostle race could occupy one floor on their own. Yet now, the elves were the sole masters of the fourth floor, for the time being.

Some things, once obtained, one does not wish to lose again. Nazha wanted to firmly hold onto this treasure, to ensure that the fourth floor of the Demon Tower would always belong to the elves.

But the problem was...

Although the elves had thin skins and could claim moral victories, they were not foolish. To continue receiving things from the Demon King, they must also make corresponding contributions to the Demon King.

Especially since the other apostles, the reason they are called "apostle", is that each has an apostle watching over them.

But the elves had nothing.

Perhaps one day, they would be squeezed out and oppressed by other demon clans, and they wouldn't even have the chance to make their voices heard.

This was what Grand Elder Nazha was anxious about.

They had no one above them.

Therefore, to put it bluntly, the current topic of discussion in the Sun Disc was how to please the Demon King.

"The food supply has always been a problem for the demon race. With the assistance of our fourth-floor elves, we can greatly alleviate their food pressure," one of the elders suggested opportunistically.

The elves, being close to nature, were second to none in the cultivation of crops.

Hmm.

Nazha nodded; it was a good proposal.

But it wasn't enough.

They needed to make the demon race feel that the elves were irreplaceable, that kind of importance.

But the problem was...

What could we offer now? What else did we have?

The answer was obvious.

The Black Beast Legion of the demon race had already proven that there was indeed something "irreplaceable by anyone but elves."

After all, there had been no such fervor from the demon race for any other conquered worlds, whether it be orcs, insectoids, etc.

This alone was enough to show the status of the elves.

"Grand Elder, let me go. If it's for the sake of the entire tribe, I am willing to enter into a marriage alliance with the Demon King, even if it means serving him,"

One of the elf elders spoke up.

It was the same one who thought that Reji should naturally give more to the elves, that the demon race was "atoning" for past atrocities.

This tragic statement immediately elicited sympathy from the other female elders.

The high ranks of the elf tribe were all female, structured like a matriarchal society.

Because female elves, compared to males, were purer and more innocent, naturally closer to the "Nature" fate track they worshiped, the Earth Mother Goddess. Therefore, the strong among the elves were also mostly female.

The other female elders spoke up one after another:

"No, Mana, you are our tribe's chief disciplinary officer. Your chastity is more important than anything. No one can let you do this, let me go instead."

"No, no, no, Anyabelle, you underestimate the Demon King too much. With your strength at only fifth-tier, you can't handle him. Let me go. I've just been promoted to sixth-tier, and in terms of physical strength, I am better than everyone else."

"Fiona, you are too naive. In this matter, strength is not the focus. You all lack experience and won't be able to withstand him. Let me do it."