A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 579 The Last Beautiful Dream

Tyr's eyes lit up when he heard Finrod say that he was using the blood of the gods to forge his path.

This idea is absolutely brilliant; it directly eliminates the limitation that gods can only be resurrected through bloodline descendants, greatly increasing the possibility of their resurrection.

Perhaps, He could design something similar.

Just as Tyr was pondering whether to seek out the elves and learn from them at some cost, Finrod spoke up as if he had read Tyr's mind.

"This is a power unique to our elven race, based on the elven World Tree."

This one sentence immediately extinguished Tyr's hopes.

Then Finrod continued speaking.

In short, it won't be long before an elf legend climbs to the pinnacle of the path and becomes a god.

That moment marked the complete break between the Elven race and the Mage Alliance.

It must be said that collecting the divine blood of all the elves and then forging the Dao Path was truly a stroke of genius.

Of course, Finrod didn't actually tell the whole story; the only one who truly ascended to godhood was the World Tree of the Elves.

Tyre quickly ended the meeting.

His expression was indifferent, and at the same time, it carried a hint of disdain.

"A bunch of dead survivors, ha, I'll wipe you out sooner or later."

Finrod had already gone far away by this time, so naturally he couldn't hear Tyr's words.

As the god of justice, Tyr naturally felt a certain aversion to such betrayals. Of course, since they betrayed an evil mage, Tyr regarded them as having abandoned darkness for light.

But Tyr also has to be wary of these people.

It should be noted that once the elven gods are resurrected, they will also need believers. At the same time, these gods will also suppress the power of other gods of the same divine office.

For example, if the Sun God were to be resurrected, where would the current Sun God be?

Not to mention, the Elven race also has a god of law and justice.

For these reasons alone, Tyr will not let the other party get away with it.

Although Jiang Shuzhou is a threat, he is an enemy with a different stance. Moreover, the conflict between the two sides is an acquired one, not so irreconcilable, and there is still a possibility of peaceful coexistence.

But if it were another god of justice, they could not possibly get along normally; they would become like true enemies, fighting each other for faith and power.

Thinking of this, Tyr's eyes flickered, and then he prepared to discuss with the gods in the alliance. After all, they could not let the elves grow too powerful.

However, He did not expect that the Elven race's ambitions were far greater than that.

"Your Majesty Finrod, are we truly capable of gaining their support this time?"

As we walked along the path back to the forest, a sacred elf beside us asked, puzzled.

"It is both possible and impossible."

Finrod said.

"They will try to use us on one hand, and suppress us on the other."

At this point, Finrod gave a cold laugh.

"They thought the great Elven race would care about such an insignificant divine position, little did they know that once the Mother Tree succeeds, the entire history of the astral plane will be written in the name of our great Elven race!"

Once the Elf World Tree ascends to godhood, it will instantly become extremely powerful, perhaps even reaching a realm that no god in legends has ever been able to attain.

Great divine power!

That is something beyond powerful divine power, a great being capable of manipulating the laws.

Thinking about this, Finrod couldn't help but feel his heart surge with excitement.

The day of the elves' greatness is drawing near.

However, Finrod did not expect that, besides the elves themselves, there were others who paid even more attention to these things than they did.

"It's almost time; the time for it to ripen has arrived."

Jiang Shuzhou muttered to himself.

Based on speculation, three months later would be the best time to take action, which is why Jiang Shuzhou wanted to hold a wedding.

Now, Jiang Shuzhou has mastered the positions of almost all the elves, not the legendary ones, but the ordinary elves.

Over the years, Jiang Shuzhou's policies have been both to grant the elves autonomy and to bring them together.

These policies seem to benefit the elves, but what is the reality?

It was simply giving Jiang Shuzhou a clear target to attack.

"Go, prepare yourselves well, and give these elves a good welcome."

Jiang Shuzhou took out the Twisted Dream Plague that he had prepared beforehand and handed it to a fake human. Next, he would spread this terrifying plague among the elves.

Previously, because the other party was human, Jiang Shuzhou was relatively merciful, so he had not used it. Otherwise, those civilians would have soon experienced what it meant to have nine out of ten houses empty and what the limit of fear was.

Now, Jiang Shuzhou is naturally less merciful when dealing with the elves; he'll use any means necessary.

The next three months will appear calm on the surface, but this is only an illusion.

Somewhere in the settlement of the Northern Elves.

A young elf was looking down, muttering something to himself.

"What's wrong with you?"

"A spirit asked."

"You are all monsters!"

Immediately afterwards, the young elf launched a frenzied attack on the surrounding elves without hesitation, the entire process being insane and extremely cruel.

But in the end, it was just a minor case that only made it into the local news.

"New policy! Minority groups enjoy substantial subsidies; check if you have any special ancestral bloodlines!"

"Is it the distortion of human nature, or the darkness of reality? A twenty-four-year-old elven youth suddenly went mad and killed seven of his own kind on the spot!"

"Greater autonomy! Elf managing elves!"

"..."

Among the vast amount of news, a few stories seemed insignificant and went completely unnoticed.

It seems that everything in the Mage Alliance is as usual today.

But something is different.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The headquarters of the Soth Society at the Mage Alliance was brightly lit as usual, but the usually frail scholars who came and went now had sharp eyes, as if they were completely different people.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course, that day has finally come."

Don your armor and carry your weapons on your back.

Under the cover of darkness and concealed by their armor, fully armed soldiers marched toward their designated positions.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A certain elven autonomous territory.

"Tatan, what's wrong with you today?"

"It's nothing, I just have some things to take care of lately, so I'm not planning to go out for the time being."

The elf named Tatan waved his hand and said.

"That's naturally no problem."

Immediately afterwards, the elf returned to its house.

Then, his face began to dissolve, and his body began to deform until he became a tall, thin, pale-faced humanoid creature.

"It's time."

He muttered to himself, and then the fake man opened a test tube that was emitting an eerie glow, exposing it to the air.

"Enjoy your last sweet dream, for soon the nightmare will begin."