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The Crystal Core Sword Heroes in the hands of the Southern Allied Forces fared even worse. The south had many factions—royal families, nobles, aristocratic families, wealthy magnates, and mercenary groups—so the ownership of the Crystal Core Sword Heroes varied greatly. Naturally, there were also family members and hidden assassins who took the opportunity to enhance their strength. It was a real headache to get them all on the same page. After continuous negotiations and compromises, the southern noble magnates made a decision that would be condemned by future historians and military strategists: they decisively divided the Sword Hero forces again, splitting them into over a dozen smaller units to be deployed on various fronts. The outcome was predictable. Under the combined assault of the high elves' massive elemental soul-armored warriors and magical bombardment, the Crystal Core Sword Heroes, numbering less than ten thousand, were almost completely annihilated. Within a month, the south had lost forty thousand Crystal Core Sword Heroes. Only then did the factions wake up and scramble to gather their troops, assembling millions of troops to set up layered defenses, barely managing to hold the front lines.

While the humans were busy with their suspicions, the high elves had already started moving quietly.

"Is this... the place where glory and decline once stood? What should I call you? The 'Eternal Imperial Capital—Sylinmeilidania,' the initial capital belonging to all elves, or the 'Dark Demon Capital—Sarnovrilian,' the throne of the Great Demon King Bato, or perhaps the 'Sealed Wilderness—Tianmen Ruins,' the hill where the tragic Holy Queen fell?"

Meanwhile, on the city walls of Fontainebleau, Chen Xuanfeng was saying a reluctant goodbye to his wife.

"Don't worry, we've been planning this trip with the elves for ages. With careful planning against their unpreparedness, I can definitely show those annoying human brats what a real nightmare is."

Chen Xuanfeng spoke softly, then gently embraced his wife before mounting the dragon saddle on the back of the White Dragon Winter Night.

"Then, I will wait here for your safe return, my husband."

Catherine lifted her serene and beautiful face, smiling as she saw her husband off.

The giant dragon soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds.

Heroic Werewolf Scroll, Chapter 66: The Six-Star Array Shines Over Tianmen

Long ago, when the world was new, the material plane was a barren wasteland. The Goddess of Nature snapped off a branch from the World Tree and stuck it in the Star Sea Continent. This branch slowly grew into the world's first Golden Tree. The original Golden Tree possessed miraculous powers, and around it, all natural forces became vibrant and full of life. Thus, this land gradually bore traces of green. With the emergence of plants came animals, and eventually, powerful beings from various planes descended upon this land. In the end, this land also gave birth to its own intelligent beings.

After countless years of change, a beautiful race living around this Golden Tree gradually developed wisdom and civilization. They worshipped the Golden Tree and the Goddess of Nature, and in return, they received the goddess's favor, gaining long lifespans, enduring youth, and the ability to resonate with all elements of nature. From then on, they began to call themselves elves and built the first elven city around the original Golden Tree. The city was named "Sylinmeilidania," which in the elven language means "The Warm Memories of the First Shade."

Of course, the above story is entirely derived from ancient elven myths. Though somewhat fantastical, the elves firmly believe in it, and even if someone wanted to question it, there would be no way to do so, as no one in the world today can verify its authenticity.

Additionally, it is said that when the Goddess of Nature snapped off the branch from the World Tree, there was an unripe fruit on it. Tens of thousands of years after the branch became the Golden Tree, this fruit finally ripened and fell, becoming the first divine artifact of the elven race—the "Fruit of the World Tree." With its power, new Golden Trees began to appear in the world. Of course, these new Golden Trees, whether in size, power, or spirituality, could not compare to the original Golden Tree.

Later, the elven forces gradually expanded, evolving from tribes to city-states, then to kingdoms, and finally into a super magical empire that ruled the entire continent. Naturally, this process was filled with bloodshed, internal strife, and dynastic changes, but no matter what, "Sylinmeilidania" remained the capital of the elven race, the spiritual symbol of the entire nation. After tens of thousands of years, it gradually came to be known as the "Eternal Imperial Capital."

However, in today's continent, "Sylinmeilidania" no longer exists. It has completely vanished from this world.

The time of the capital's disappearance was three thousand years ago.

The era when the Great Demon King Bato roamed the land.

This mighty Demon King, whose power surpassed all angels, demons, and dragons, and who was said to be the closest to divinity, naturally would not spare the most beautiful elven city on the continent. Not long after he dominated the continent, he gathered his forces and launched a campaign to conquer "Sylinmeilidania." At that time, the elven empire, with a population of over three million and at the height of its power, could not withstand the might of this peerless Demon King. Despite their resistance, they were forced to retreat step by step, eventually making their last stand in the imperial capital.

No one knows exactly what happened in that final battle. All that is known is that after that battle, the once-glorious city that had stood for tens of thousands of years, along with the original Golden Tree, completely disappeared. The elves were forced to scatter and flee, evading the Demon King's pursuit. Not long after, a new and menacing black metropolis rose on the land that once belonged to "Sylinmeilidania." This was the "Dark Demon Capital—Sarnovrilian," the throne of the Demon King, a city of sin that connected the material plane and hell.