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Chapter 348 Old Allies

"This is……"

Catherine's voice was very soft. There were a few characters that stood out in the mural. She moved closer and looked carefully at the female warrior on the ground in the mural. The style of the mural was simple and rustic, but it still depicted the belt around her waist and the horn in her hand in detail.

Catherine could almost imagine that the "Warrior's Song" might have just been sung in that time and space, and everyone's blood was boiling, charging in the direction where the warrior's eyes were. The war song seemed to penetrate the wall and resounded in Catherine's ears again, making her tremble.

"Zora, the Human King Zora."

Lyrael's voice came from behind Katherine.

Sure enough - Catherine looked at the mural in front of her. In the mural of the history of the Holy War in the Elf Forest, Queen Zora still occupied an important position, but the others... she had never seen them before. She looked up at the woman above Zora riding a white dragon and holding a sword.

"This is our Mother Goddess!" Lariel's voice was full of pride.

"It was because she crushed the will of the void and sealed the rifts torn by the void that we were able to stop the endless stream of void beasts and reverse the situation of the holy war. The balance of victory began to tilt towards us."

"Is she... real?" Catherine looked at the mural in disbelief.

"Of course!" Lyrael leaned over to check Catherine's expression to make sure she was not joking. "Why do you think so?"

Catherine said nothing. She had never seen a god. Wouldn't these gods only exist in legends and in people's expectations?

But now, the elven god and Queen Zora appeared in the same mural...

"Where is she now?" Catherine couldn't help asking.

"Uh—" Lyrael was stuck.

"She returned to the sacred tree and merged with it again. The crisis was resolved. The Mother Goddess believed that the world should be created by ourselves, rather than relying on the gift of gods." Lariel recalled the teachers' descriptions, and seeing Catherine's expression, he hurriedly explained -

"It's true, I didn't lie to you!"

Catherine's face was gloomy, but it was not because she doubted the truth of Lariel's story. If this goddess was the backbone of the resistance against the void, why didn't she show up when the void beast attacked again? Would her mother be able to see her this time when she asked for help?

"These, these are all true! These are the heroes of the holy war!" Lariel's hands were still scratching on the murals as he explained them one by one, trying to increase his credibility to this foreign guest.

"Look, next to Zora is our former Elf King Elrohir, and the one holding the trident on the waves is Poseidon! There is also the Dwarf King Morse Wildhammer, the Orc leader Oscar, and the Demon Twins of Evernight City—"

Catherine's wandering thoughts were pulled back, and her eyes followed Lyrael's hand as it roamed across the mural, taking in all the heroes he was guiding.

"They are all comrades of the Mother Goddess, heroes who really existed!" Lyriel explained, but saw Catherine's eyes move upwards, looking upwards again and said -

"Black..." the silver-haired witch murmured.

"What?" Lyrael asked curiously.

"I once...saw a black dragon. He said it was an old friend of my ancestor." Catherine said slowly.

"...Oh!" Lariel suddenly realized, "You mean Lord Zephirion, isn't this it?"

He stood on tiptoe and pointed at a black spot next to the white dragon.

Catherine:…

"You actually know him!"

Lariel looked at the little witch next to him again with some curiosity. This hero was not often mentioned. Fustwen, who was also a dragon, was more loved by everyone.

"He is a follower of the Mother Goddess, created by the Mother Goddess to accompany Lady Fustwin."

"… as a companion?"

"Yes, the will of the void covets the energy of this world, and dragons are the largest carriers of magic besides the sacred tree. They are hunted and devoured by the void. When the holy war broke out, Lady Fustewin had been devoured and turned into the last of the dragon clan... Very pitiful, isn't it?" Lariel sighed.

"The Mother Goddess was afraid that she would be lonely, so she created Lord Zephyrion. It's always good to have companions, don't you think?"

Lariel folded his hands behind his head, striking a pose that he thought looked handsome, but Catherine didn't even look at him and instead seemed a little absent-minded.

Just from one mural, she received a vast amount of information, almost more than all the content about the holy war in Gaia's history books over the years.

"I just don't know where Lady Fustwin has been recently. I heard that she once held me in her arms when I was a child!" Lariel couldn't help showing off.

"She hasn't shown up at the Harvest Festival for many years. Now that even Lord Zephirion has returned, she should be back soon..." the elf boy muttered to himself.

As Catherine listened, her face turned pale!

Zephirion is now in the Forest of Elves!

"Does the Gaia Empire celebrate the Harvest Festival? Hey, it must be very interesting there. Even Lady Fustwin is reluctant to come back. By the way, do you have a lot of classes at school? Is there anything fun—"

Lariel was trying to listen to the news outside, but when he turned around, he found that the silver-haired witch had already run out.

Catherine's heart was beating wildly -

We can’t let Mother run into that dragon, otherwise, our alliance with the elves will be in vain.

However, it was too late. Just as she ran to the junction of the two corridors, she heard an angry dragon roar.

The black dragon was covered in wounds, with strips of bloody flesh beneath its cracked skin. He looked terrible, but he ignored the elves' cries and stumbled forward. In front of him -

It's Cynthia.

"They killed Fustwen!"

When Catherine ran closer, she heard the accusation from the black dragon.

It’s over.

Catherine's heart seemed to be gripped by a huge hand. After hearing Lariel's reverence for the white dragon, she knew that if the elves believed Zephirion's words, there would be no possibility of an alliance between them.

"I cannot bear such an accusation, Lord Zephyrion, you are too excited—"

Cynthia didn't expect the dragon to decline so quickly, and she was a little surprised. Seeing the looks exchanged by the elves around her, she had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

"It was Goletia's student who killed Fustwin and ate her heart!"

Zephirion was still roaring, and every roar caused his wounds to continue to split, and also made the faces of the elves around him who had just talked to Cynthia look even uglier.

Countless elves rushed in, trying to use magic to control this unruly dragon.

"Lord Zephirion, please return to the sacred tree. Your situation is urgent. Please don't be impulsive!"

An elven priest had a stern look on his face. It's not that he didn't hear what Zephirion said, but now, saving the dragon's life is the most important thing.

Catherine's mind was in a mess. She had finally found Kanien, the introduction to meet the elf, but then this unexpected thing happened.

“Lord Seran—” Cynthia looked at the lady who had just spoken to her on behalf of the elves.

The frowning female elf turned her gaze away from the black dragon and looked at Cynthia again.

"Thank you very much for sending the child back home." The elegant female elf had narrow eyebrows and a sharp gaze that seemed to see through people.

"We deeply sympathize with the plight of the Gaia Empire."

Cynthia looked at the indifferent elves in front of her, and her heart slowly sank to the bottom.

"——But that's all. Please leave immediately."