Chapter 1729: Chapter 115: Elf Empire (Part 2)
Ignoring the details, Hudson had already withdrawn after giving the orders.
Compared to the long-established Mountain Domain, it’s the newly developed Snow Moon Territory that needs Hudson’s attention.
Vast and sparsely populated, with numerous infrastructure still lacking. The construction of the territorial personnel team is also lagging behind.
It’s not that Hudson doesn’t want to perfect the personnel system, but establishing administrative institutions also requires consideration of economic efficiency.
Already in a deficit, equipping too many full-time officials would not only further increase the fiscal deficit but also reduce the labor force participating in production and construction.
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The Elf King’s Court.
A group of the Elven upper class gathered with grave expressions. The sudden disaster had bewildered the oldest race on this continent.
Because of their deep-rooted heritage, possessing more information, the Elf Race had always held a sense of superiority when facing other races on the continent.
Especially with the smooth progress of the Continent Isolation Plan, many elven high-level members regarded other races on the continent as fools.
Even the Human Race, the continental overlord, appeared as pitiful creatures unaware of their impending doom in the eyes of these proud elves.
The superiority derived from the asymmetry of information changed in flavor after the fall of The Kingdom of God.
Harsh reality told them that the prophecies left by the Elf God were not foolproof and could also go awry.
The current natural disaster is the best example. If their Continent Isolation Plan were completed prematurely, encountering this catastrophe during migration, the existence of the Elf Race would be unknown.
Hovering on the edge of life and death, the elven high-level members instantly woke up. Even divine spirits could fall, so could the prophecies left by divine spirits.
If it were truly without flaw, then today with the fall of the gods, the Elf God would have become the invincible god, enjoying the faith of all races on the continent.
"Your Majesties, due to the impact of The Kingdom of God’s collision with the ocean, the Continent Isolation Plan has faced its most severe challenge. Many of the magic formations we deployed have been shattered under the impact.
Repairing these magic formations cannot be accomplished in a short time. Our departure time is expected to be delayed by at least ten years.
Equally troubling, the situation overseas has changed after the impact, requiring reconnaissance before we can determine our route forward."
The High Priest refrained from mentioning the losses within the tribe. However, the elven high-level members present were all informed and clear about the tribe’s foundations.
The entire continent suffered simultaneously, and the Elf Race was certainly no exception. Coastal areas faced tsunami attacks, internal mines collapsed, and water projects were destroyed; all were normal occurrences.
Fortunately, the Elf Forest doesn’t only host elves. Due to their own population, a large number of production tasks are completed by the vassal races, reducing their population loss to a certain extent.
Specific figures have not been tallied, but nationwide, the unexpected number of elves must amount to tens of thousands.
For the Human Race, such a small population loss is insignificant—even a minor nation exceeds this number—but for elves, it is cause for grief.
Even with reproductive ability restored, population growth of the Elf Race is restricted by the base number of tribe members.
"Time waits for no one, High Priest, adjust the plan!
Our ambition previously was too great; truly dividing out vast lands at once might not ensure a successful migration.
Being able to carry away the Elf Forest would already be an incredible feat. The method for migrating a piece of land, although left by the Elf God and verified by ancestors, isn’t flawless.
If unforeseen changes occur midway, our accumulated reserves might not suffice for dealing with sudden events!"
The Forest Elf Queen said solemnly.
Externally, the Three Great Elf Kingdoms stand side by side. Yet within the Elf Race, the Forest Elf Queen holds the greatest sway.
When it concerns the survival of the race, it’s not a time to prioritize democracy. As the most legitimate queen, the Forest Elf Queen directly announced the decision.
"Big sister, if we give up now, all our previous efforts would be in vain!"
The Night Elf Queen said reluctantly.
Traditionally disinterested in land, the Elf Race made a rare rapid expansion during the last continental war, specifically preparing for departure.
With firm determination to leave, the last grab for continental legacy could only entail taking away as much as possible.
"Better to be in vain than unable to leave!
The fall of seven kingdoms of The Kingdom of God enshrouded the Continent of Aslante; you don’t think that’s mere coincidence, do you?
That is The Kingdom of God, and the Elf God’s prophecy didn’t mention it, which doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous.
Throughout countless years, souls entering The Kingdom of God have not been few. If they perished with the divine spirits, it might be fortunate; if they survived, what would the wishers become with shattered beliefs, no one knows.
The Continent Isolation Plan needs to accelerate; I have a hunch that a true catastrophe is approaching, and if we don’t leave soon, we might not be able to leave at all!"
The Forest Elf Queen explained gravely.
The more you know, the more you understand reverence. The gods’ fall was extraordinarily strange. These ancient entities lived countless years, yet even in their dying struggle, there was none, which defies common logic.
As a longevity race, particularly one that has slaughtered gods, the Elf Race has never ceased private research on divine spirits.
The Kingdom of God’s prison is a secret to the outside world, but to the Elf Queen, it’s merely one of many continental secrets.
Before the gods fell, reverence was harbored for divine spirits, and the Forest Elf Queen dared not contemplate so much; but now, circumstances are different.
With the chains of the heart broken, many mysteries previously unsolved suddenly become clear.
Intuition tells her danger is nearing the continent, and swift departure is imperative.
"Big sister, why don’t we send someone into The Kingdom of God to investigate, maybe we’ll have unexpected gains!"
The Prairie Elf Queen eagerly suggested.
The divine spirit’s legacy is highly tempting. It’s impossible for all those years of accumulation to be completely destroyed; acquiring anything might advance their strength significantly.
Glancing at the elves, the Forest Elf Queen spoke irritably: "If you’re not afraid of having your body usurped by divine spirits, go ahead and try!
I don’t believe those old guys have all perished cleanly. If it’s truly a mortal scenario, the gods aren’t ones to sit and wait for death.
Even if truly perished, then The Kingdom of God is the gods’ tomb. No one wishes to be disturbed after death; any precaution set in The Kingdom of God could be lethal.
During the Ancient Era, our race indeed slaughtered many divine spirits, but those were fools out of The Kingdom of God. Within The Kingdom of God, divine spirits are almost omnipotent.
A believer achieving eternal life in The Kingdom of God isn’t merely religious propaganda; it can truly be accomplished.
You’ve read the tribe’s secret chronicles. If the divine spirits had arrangements in advance, what would be the cost to breach one Kingdom of God?"
As the words fell, the previously eager elves instantly deflated.
While the divine spirit’s legacy is enticing, preserving one’s life is more vital. Previous thoughts were shrouded by greed, but upon clarity, they naturally couldn’t continue reckless attempts.
"Your Majesty is correct; we indeed cannot take risks. Sometimes things must be set aside. Everything is for racial continuity; during such times, priorities must not be misplaced!
Back then, the Elf Race split to ease the Human Race’s vigilance; now, circumstances have changed, and continuing the division of three kingdoms is no longer suitable.
I propose merging the three kingdoms to reform the Elf Empire to tackle the forthcoming chaos!"
The High Priest’s proposal immediately intensified the atmosphere within the hall.
Historically, division is easy, but unification is challenging.
After countless years of divided rule, abruptly merging touches upon substantial interests, not minor.
If handled well, the restructured Elf Race would become stronger. But if interest coordination fails, it might even unravel the current relations.