After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 121.2

Norman Til’s eyes flashed with a hint of shock, and he answered, “Yes, He said He hoped to meet the human hero.”

This generation of Elf King was at most six thousand years old, which in Wang Chang’er’s view was just a child. During his prime, he could enter the Elven Ancestor’s land as if it were uninhabited. The Elven race might be a feared noble race on the continent, but to him, they were just ordinary.

Their generational levels were not on the same scale.

However, he needed to find the Elf King. After the alliance’s self-investigation, they discovered not only humans but also elves and other races were involved. The Elven race’s interference was not just a little.

Moreover, the Evil of the Universe had manipulated not just humans. Its layout was far-reaching, not just on this continent, but there were traces of Its activities in other cosmic domains.

In Wang Chang’er’s investigation, the Evil of the Universe was pure evil, unquestionably evil, insidious and cunning, viciously abnormal, intermittently causing chaos, dragging all gods, humans, and demons into Its world of evil and chaos. At least in Wang Chang’er’s view, all of Its actions were about dragging the entire world to destruction, a water ghost’s mentality.

Norman Til waited for Wang Chang’er’s response, extremely respectful. Regardless of Wang Chang’er’s answer, he would stand on Wang Chang’er’s side.

“If the Elf King wants to see me, let Him come personally.”

Wang Chang’er’s tone was calm, carrying a terrifying domineering air between the clouds and wind.

Norman Til was stunned and subconsciously responded, “Okay.”

The news soon reached Filod, the first among the seven great Elf Kings.

Filod remained silent for a long time, and the Elf Palace was deathly quiet.

The Elven race also had its own dignity. For thousands of years, They had occupied high positions, looking down on all races. However, now They were asked to step down from their pedestal and visit a human. Even if the other party was powerful, with terrifying achievements, on a racial level, They could not easily descend.

But He had to communicate with Wang Chang’er. This was because Wang Chang’er was one of the most powerful existences on the continent, aside from the Gods and the Abyss Lord. To confirm Wang Chang’er’s stance and for “certain matters,” communication between them was necessary.

Elf King Filod knew that for Wang Chang’er, it was likely the same.

In essence, it was a matter of face.

At this moment, an old elf in the palace could not help but say, “Your Majesty need not visit. He will come to the door himself someday.”

Filod remained silent, His expression serious.

He was actually very clear that the Elven race could no longer remain stagnant. Without change, without progress, They would likely be submerged by the waves of the times.

This was not a time to talk about racial dignity and prestige.

The elves below continued, “Your Majesty, you need not worry. Humans are a race without upward potential. Under multiple constraints, they can barely move across this continent, let alone progress.”

Another elf added, “The Humans Era is merely human self-vanity. It was with the tacit approval and support of the Abyss Lords that they have their today. Now that the Abyss Lords’ attitude is uncertain and mostly distant from the continent, it’s questionable whether humans can pass the test of the Abyss trolls. Wang Chang’er, Norman Til, and others are indeed strong, but their strength is only individual, far from representing their entire race. We Elves are long-lived, with great talents. After losing the Abyss Lords’ protection, it should be our Elven race that controls the continent, not humans.”

Among the dozens of elf elders below, eight out of ten did not approve of Filod’s diplomacy with humans, believing it diminished Their dignity and placed Their great Elven race on an equal footing with humans.

However, after a few minutes of silence, Filod seriously said, “No.”

“Your Majesty?”

The elf elders below spoke in unison, their expressions changing, seemingly unable to understand Filod.

In fact, they had already harbored many grievances when the young Elf Royal bloodline was sent to Norman Til’s side. How could the noble Elf Royal blood become a summoned beast for a human? They had only refrained from speaking out of respect for the Elf King’s status, but today Filod seemed to be “going further” and continuing to associate closely with humans.

They had indeed thought about this.

Filod stood up, his emerald green hair like lake waves flowing behind him, long eyelashes lowered, eyes radiating golden light, slowly addressing the elven crowd, “I will still go see him. I want to know his views on the continent’s future, and moreover… with recent frequent events, I want to know exactly what is happening.”

The elf elders below were stunned, with several unable to suppress their opposition.

However, Filod was not a gentle elf. His tolerance was extremely limited. If they questioned him a few more times, he would immediately increase his pressure, with an expression indicating he would not hesitate to use violence to suppress them.

A few minutes later, the elf elders reluctantly agreed, with unspoken grievances in their hearts.

During their conversation, a royal clan member had been watching them from behind the shadows, with a cold, aloof, and scrutinizing gaze.

Filod seemed to sense something and turned to look, but saw nothing.

After the meeting ended and the elves gradually left, only Filod and his confidants remained in the palace.

Filod supported his forehead with one hand, speaking in a low tone. “There are unstable factors within my race.”

Upon hearing this, his confidant Larjik could not help but ask, “Your Majesty, what were you just…?”

Filod raised his eyes, sweeping a glance at Larjik, and said in a deep voice, “Everything is prepared in advance.”

Larjik paused.

Filod said, “Recently, I have been repeatedly having a dream. I wander in the dream, and upon waking, I am at a loss, my mood unsettled until now. I must find an answer.”

Larjik: “What did you dream of?”

“The rise of humans and the destruction of the continent.”

Filod’s gaze was heavy as He continued, “And, a completely opposite scene.”

Larjik was about to ask if this might be a prophetic dream but immediately hesitated, because how could a prophetic dream be self-contradictory?

Or perhaps the survival and destruction in the prophecy were wavering, potentially survivable, potentially destructible.

Filod continued, “I saw more than hundreds of billions of stars being annihilated, countless lives dying.”

“The Elven race is insignificant in the face of the impending destruction.”

“This…”

Larjik’s face turned pale, as if just hearing Him say this was already unbearable.

“Before ultimate existence, we are still too weak.”

Filod lowered His eyes, with a complex expression.

They needed to find Their Ancestor God, but the Elven Ancestor God had already perished long ago, meaning They were a race without an ancestral guardian.

“Another era is about to arrive.”

Filod raised His eyes, speaking with deep significance. “Either completely dark, or infinitely bright. No single race can handle the crisis that is coming.”

So they must find a way to unite with other powerful races.

****

At the same time, in the Continental Human Alliance.

Norman Til had just received the elven message and hadn’t yet had a chance to speak to Wang Chang’er when the space before him directly opened, and Filod, the first of the seven great Elf Kings, walked out.

Norman Til was shocked on the spot.

Behind the office desk, Wang Chang’er raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the snow-white elf, and slowly said, “Filod, right.”

“Yes.”

Filod nodded, seeming almost too polite for an Elf King.

Wang Chang’er looked into the elf’s eyes and went straight to the point. “We’ve discovered many conspirators in the Elven race.”

Filod frowned: “Conspirators?”

Wang Chang’er stated directly. “Conspirators colluding with the human seven great magic families to arbitrarily manipulate the world.”

Filod without hesitation, “You want me to cooperate with the investigation?”

“Yes.”

Wang Chang’er was very direct.

His strength, status, achievements made any of his words and actions seem natural and reasonable.

But Wang Chang’er also knew that the Elven race was an extremely noble race, with arrogance almost written into Their genes. Asking Them not to be arrogant was like asking Them to rebel against Their own genetic nature, something difficult for Elves.

However, Wang Chang’er’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The number of impossible things he had done in his life was countless. At his age, why would he care about others’ thoughts?

He was not the later-in-life benevolent Lou Jie. Though he didn’t consider himself old, if he were to be called old, he would certainly be a free-spirited elder.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Filod looked into Wang Chang’er’s eyes, solemnly saying, “I will cooperate with you.”

Wang Chang’er’s eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked curiously, “Why are you being so cooperative?”

Filod held nothing back. “I have a premonition that the events about to unfold cannot be handled by any single race. Therefore, I hope we can unite.”

Wang Chang’er was surprised. “A premonition?”

Filod: “A dream.”

“…”

Wang Chang’er pondered for a few seconds and said, “Dreams cannot be the basis for action.”

“But dreams do not distinguish between past and future. They can still serve as a reference.”

Filod said.

Indeed.

In that sense, Wang Chang’er could not deny it.

Filod continued to ask, “How does Hero Wang Chang’er view the continent and the future of this planet?”

Wang Chang’er: “Are you mainly wanting to ask this question?”

Filod nodded.

Wang Chang’er smiled calmly, saying casually, “It won’t be destroyed.”

“……!”

Filod was suddenly shocked.

Could Wang Chang’er be so certain?

“What is the basis of your judgment…”

Filod couldn’t help but ask.

To be honest, although Wang Chang’er was very strong, a genuine god-king level powerhouse, he absolutely could not save the crisis by himself.

Wang Chang’er nodded. “Well, because there are many reliable forces.”

Filod asked confusedly. “What forces?”

Wang Chang’er smiled slightly and still did not answer.

“I won’t say too much. You’ll know when the time comes.”

Filod was shocked by his confidence and wanted to continue asking.

“Are you this certain?”

“Believing in the power of belief is very important.”

The human and elf stared at each other, silent for a long time.

Finally, as if they understood each other, they began a long conversation that would last the entire night.

“By the way, the Demon God Baal returned and then disappeared without a trace. Did He return to the Abyss?”

“You want to ask this?”

“Do you know?”

Filod was stunned.

Wang Chang’er again smiled without speaking.

Filod became more certain, “You indeed know.”

“Haha, let’s not discuss this topic.”

“…Okay.”

After this conversation, Filod finally understood Wang Chang’er’s character.

He was truly an amazing human. His lifespan was longer than His, yet his mentality was so young.

“Good, we’ve almost finished talking. I’m very grateful for the Elven race’s cooperation.”

Wang Chang’er slowly stood up, his eyes showing no trace of fatigue, but instead more spirited.

This was the definition of being vigorous in old age.

“Let’s start killing then.”

Wang Chang’er suddenly said coldly, “Those who set a trap to harm Ye Qingyi’s elves cannot escape. Not a single one.”

Filod was somewhat scared by his killing intent and took a long time to respond, “The Elven race is willing to assist in all investigation activities.”

Norman Til, who had watched the entire conversation, remained silent, but profoundly realized he might have witnessed a moment in history.

****

Oedipus, 3 PM.

A cat gathering at the bedroom door.

“Father hasn’t woken up, meow.”

“Big Brother is also sleeping, meow. He isn’t going to fight the God of the Universe, meow.”

The three small cats moved around the bedside, with the gray cat repeatedly wanting to jump on the bed, yet feeling somewhat scared in its heart.

But if He doesn’t go up, was He expecting Cele or Lelagin? As a younger brother, He must take on the responsibility!

The gray cat suddenly leaped up and successfully landed on the bed.

But in the next second, the big golden tiger seemed to sense something and suddenly moved his paw.

“Beware, Brother Inpos, meow!” The short-legged cat shouted.

However, it was too late. A massive paw covered the sky and caught the small gray cat.

The small gray cat hadn’t even reacted before being held under the belly, pressed down by warm, fluffy fur!

Inpos suffered a great defeat.

The short-legged cat was shocked, not expecting to lose a soldier so quickly.

“What, what should we do, meow!”

At this moment, a voice rang out, “I’ll go, meow.”

The short-legged cat was pleasantly surprised, thinking it was the Devon Rex cat’s voice, but upon careful identification, it seemed not to be?

He immediately turned his head and saw a black-and-white, snow-covered cow cat sitting beside him, laughing and looking at him.

The short-legged cat’s pupils dilated, almost scared to death.