Volume 2: Empire Chapter 77: Fight for the Patriarch
Hearing that Qingkong dared to challenge her, Modesti laughed contemptuously and said, "According to the rules of the Fierce Battle Song, you are not an elf from the Moon Song Tribe, so you are not qualified to challenge me."
Qingkong smiled and said, "As long as I defeat all the warriors of the Yueyong tribe, I will be qualified. To save time, let's go together."
The cold wind dispelled the hot air, and icicles fell from the sky like knives, with the sharp tips reflecting dazzling light. The elves did not expect that their opponents could control the weather. They used their bows or weapons to quickly block the icicles, but the icicles falling from the sky seemed endless.
"Kill first!" Modesti shouted, and the blade danced in the air, leaving a trail of fire. Then the hawk on the falconer's arm flapped its wings, and the strong airflow expanded to form a large whirlwind, sweeping the flames released by Modesti upwards.
The fire blocked the falling icicles, and all the elves drew their bows and arrows together to fire at the challenger. However, they lost their target, and the elves on the camels disappeared without a trace.
As the elves were looking for the clear sky, one of them suddenly shouted, "She's behind us."
The elves all turned around and shot arrows at the same time when they spotted Qingkong. The arrows driven by magic shot out at a speed far exceeding normal speeds. With bursts of air-breaking sounds, they pierced through Qingkong's body and shot the sand behind her into a hedgehog shape.
Then the clear sky faded and disappeared as they watched.
"She's on our left."
The elves turned around collectively and fired a volley of arrows at Qingkong. However, the effect was exactly the same as before, the arrows passed through Qingkong's body, and Qingkong disappeared in the void.
"She is..."
When another elf spotted Qingkong, Modesti shouted, "We are under an illusion. Everyone dismount and gather around me to form a circular defense formation. Don't attack at will, or you may hurt your own people!"
Modesti noticed something was wrong and gathered all the elves of the tribe around her as quickly as possible. The elves used horses to form a defensive circle on the outside, and she used the tall bodies of the horses as cover, holding bows and arrows and aiming outside cautiously.
At this time, the elves discovered that the grass that should have been outside had all disappeared, and was replaced by endless desert.
The remains of the World Tree still lay lonely on the sand, with the invaders and their camel caravans nowhere to be seen.
This is a very powerful illusion.
The elves were somewhat unsure about what kind of powerful being they were facing.
Modesti was no longer as reckless as she was at the beginning. She forced herself to calm down from the panic and kept reminding herself, "To create such a large illusion, it is bound to consume a huge amount of energy. As long as you stay still and don't be affected by the illusion, the illusion will soon dissipate."
While reminding herself, Modesty also kept cheering up her companions.
"Stay focused, don't just believe what you see or hear. Use your intuition to sense your companions, trust the bloodline of your tribe, and don't be taken advantage of by challengers.
When the challenger runs out of energy, we win."
The elves trusted Modesti, and each elf slowed down their breathing and directly sensed the outside world.
But an hour passed, two hours passed... Under the scorching sun, some elves could no longer hold on.
Modesti couldn't help but doubt her own judgment. How could the challenger have such a huge amount of energy to maintain this illusion? If she had such a huge amount of energy, why would she release the illusion to trap us?
A direct attack could resolve this fight more quickly.
"Release the eagle!"
Modesti, losing her patience, decided to take the initiative.
The falconer raised his arm, and the hawk spread its wings and soared into the sky. Modesty's eyes turned into golden eagle eyes, and she connected with the hawk's vision, overlooking the earth from the air.
Then he was horrified by what he saw.
Desert, desert... The entire grassland had turned into a desert. Modesti controlled the goshawk to fly as high as possible and look as far as possible, but there was still no green in sight.
The grass is gone, the animals are gone, the rivers are gone.
The hawk flew far away, and the scenery it saw did not change at all. This meant that the scope of this illusion was far beyond the scope of its own cognition.
Is this an illusion, or is it a fact that has already happened?
Faced with everything she saw, Modesti was a little confused.
At this time, Modesti saw a large number of dry bones in the sand, and she controlled the goshawk to fly over. Then she saw an elf standing in the middle of the dry bones, and as the distance got closer, she saw the elf's appearance.
That elf was herself. She was surrounded by dry bones, and the ruins of the World Tree not far away disappeared without a trace... Suddenly, the self in the dry bones raised her head, and when their eyes met, Modesti felt that her spirit had been severely damaged.
Modesti was forced to withdraw her consciousness from the eagle and fell to her knees. She covered her face and sobbed, not daring to look around her. She was afraid that her companions were really dead, and she was left with only a circle of dry bones.
I am afraid to see the grasslands of my ancestors turned into a lifeless desert, leaving me alone.
Modesti's spirit is on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, someone shouted loudly in her ear: "Chief, Chief, Modesti..."
Modesti felt someone shaking her violently, and a burst of clarity in her mind completely dispelled the chaos.
Then she found herself sitting on a horse, and the tribesmen around her were busy dealing with countless icicles falling from the sky, as if what had just happened was just a short dream.
Qingkong was still sitting on the camel's back, looking at him with a meaningful smile, as if she had never moved.
What happened?
Modesty had some understanding, but she was still not sure.
"Stop it, I have a question for you!"
As the clear sky waved its hand, the icicles scattered into ice flowers. The ice on the ground melted, the water was quickly absorbed by the sand, and the hot wind blew in again.
The elves didn't know what was happening, but they all obeyed Modesti's orders and stopped.
Qingkong said: "Welcome back!"
Modesty was not as relaxed as Qingkong. She asked sternly, "What did you do to me?"
Qingkong replied: "I didn't do anything to you. I just acted as a medium to let you see the truth that the World Tree wanted to tell you."
"That's an illusion you created. Don't try to confuse me!"
"Do you think I have the ability to create such a large and realistic illusion? Illusions are similar to dreams, which are a pile of fragmented scenes that use mental hypnosis to make the recipient fall into it.
The authenticity of the illusion is directly related to the mental strength of the person who performs the illusion.
You should be able to judge for yourself where what you see comes from.”
Modesty looked at the nearby World Tree ruins, thinking about how she felt when she was trapped in the environment, especially when she looked down at the earth from a high altitude...
That kind of loneliness, helplessness, sadness, despair, and... the calls that are trying to get a response.
At this time Modesty discovered that those calls were not made by her own heart, but were the voices received by her heart.
Is that the call of the World Tree?
What kind of response does it want?
Modesti looked up at the clear sky, with countless questions in her eyes: "Who... are you?"
Qingkong said: "I am a fierce war song. I left my hometown with the fantasy of saving the world tree and the grasslands of the ancestors. I traveled around the world and visited countless places, just to come back here one day and revive the world tree with my own hands."
Modesti's face changed drastically, and she asked in shock: "You, you really found a way to revive the World Tree?"
"I said I found it, do you believe it?"
"I!"
Modesty didn't know how to answer.
For a long time after the World Tree was burned, the surviving tribes on the ancient grasslands tried their best to find a way to revive the World Tree. But all attempts would cause serious damage to the World Tree ruins, until signs of desertification began to appear around the World Tree ruins.
The Fierce Battle Song called a halt to all actions that endangered the World Tree ruins, and divided its people into tribesmen to establish tribes near all the World Tree ruins, using extreme methods to prevent the outside world from destroying the World Tree.
The desertification phenomenon has been accelerating in recent years, which means that the last remaining power of the World Tree is disappearing at an accelerated rate.
It is a foreseeable fact that the ancient grassland will turn back into a desert.
But when Modesti saw the future scene with her own eyes, the piercing pain still made it hard for her to accept it. If her protection was just to wait for that day to come, what was the meaning of everything?
Now a stranger from the same tribe actually said... that she could revive the World Tree.
Should I believe it?
Will the consequences of failure make that scene come faster?
Modesti thought for a long time and said, "I can't make the decision. I can take you to the ruins of the World Tree Lord. The priests of the Fierce War Song will make the final decision."
Who would have thought that Qingkong said, "I am not asking for your opinion. The challenge to the chief of the Yueyong tribe has not yet ended. Do you want to admit defeat or continue to fight me?"
Modesti didn't expect Qingkong to still care about her position as the patriarch. She asked, "Is the position of patriarch important to the revival of the World Tree?"
Qingkong replied: “If I go to the main ruins like this, do you think the priests will believe me?
I need to use the ruins here to prove my ability. In order not to be disturbed, I must have absolute control over this place, and there must not be any interference in the whole process.
Obey me!
I'll beat you until you obey!
Answer now! "
Fierce War Songs, fists are the boss, the tribe leader relies on force to rise to power and has absolute control over the tribe. Therefore, Fierce War Songs are more aggressive and aggressive than ordinary grassland elves, and their individual strength is naturally stronger.
Faced with Qingkong's challenge, Modesti burst out with great fighting spirit.
"I allow you to challenge me alone. My people will not help me, but you are not allowed to use illusions. You must fight me directly with a sword.
If you win, you will be the leader of the Fierce Warsong Moonsong Tribe."
"Okay, let's fight with fierce battle songs."
Qingkong jumped off the camel's back, holding two swords in his hands, and a layer of ice formed on the blades of Xingxie Chenzhan's swords.
Modesti asked her companions to retreat, then jumped off her horse, with a layer of blazing flames on her scimitar. She looked at the clear sky, her golden eyes turned into eagle eyes, sharing the vision of the eagle in the sky. Then Modesti stretched out her left hand and pointed at the clear sky, with sparks shaking at the tip of her fist blade.
“Come on!”
Modesti challenged Qingkong to a fight, and he didn't hold back. He froze the soft sand under his feet, and then he stepped on it and splattered it. He rushed forward, and in two steps he rushed to Modesti, and slashed at her with an ice blade from the ice wheel in his hand.
The fierce battle song had a strong explosive power, so although Modesti was a little surprised by Qingkong's quick approach, she was able to deal with it calmly. The blade in her hand broke through the air, and a huge fire blade, like a single wing of a flying bird, rushed towards the ice blade with a fluttering sound.
The collision of ice and fire caused a violent explosion. The airflow raised dust and sand that covered the entire sky and also blocked the sight of the two fighting elves.
Hawkeye provided Modesti with additional vision. She caught sight of Qingkong's silhouette in the sand and dust, stretched out her hand, condensed the sand and dust into a huge lion's claw, and slapped it towards Qingkong.
Qingkong, who had opened her Ice Crystal Eye, could also see Modesti's movements. She raised her hand and used the Ice Wheel to break the lion's claws apart. Her figure disappeared from the spot in a flash, and appeared next to Modesti in a flash.
Before Qingkong could make any attacking moves, fire erupted from Modesti's feet. The high temperature melted the sand in an instant, and the magma formed a huge tide that covered Qingkong.
At the same time, the scimitar pulled the flame wings and cut from the middle, breaking the magma tide and sweeping the lava particles into the clear sky.
Quite difficult!
Qingkong found that he was a little too arrogant to use level 60 to deal with Modesti. After all, she was the chieftain of the fierce war song Moon Song tribe, so he still needed to deal with her seriously.
Faced with the oncoming lava tide and flaming wings, Qingkong did not dodge but instead raised his level to 80.
The power suddenly surged.
The cold wave formed an extremely cold mist that pushed forward, extinguishing the surging flames like blowing out a candle. Moving forward, it cooled the rising magma into a crisp glass wall.
Qingkong stepped forward and smashed the glass wall into pieces with a knife, revealing Modesti's somewhat surprised face behind the wall.
Are you stupid?
Back then, I suppressed the fire of the giant ox-horned demon tree, so your strength is about the same as his.
At that time, you had to raise your level to 100 to kill the giant tree. Although level 60 is too difficult now, level 80 is enough!
Qingkong's strength increased dramatically, and her figure became more ghostly. The speed burst plus the space movement made Modesti completely unable to capture her position even with the eagle eye. The training at Oulu College allowed Qingkong to exert her strength more efficiently. The extremely cold air suppressed Modesti's anger and she could only make a hissing sound.
Faced with the continuous and oppressive attacks, Modesti's hands were so frozen that she couldn't hold the handle of the knife, and Qingkong knocked the knife out of her hand with a blow.
Modesti's knife flew more than ten meters in the air and stuck in the sand.
Qingkong's knife was placed on Modesti's neck, the ice layer disappeared, and the light on the blade was as bright as a star.
"I won!" Qingkong sheathed both swords.
The defeated Modesti simply knelt on one knee and said: "Modesti of the Fierce Battle Song Moon Song tribe has been defeated. Fierce Battle Song Qingkong will be the chief of the Moon Song tribe from now on."
The other elven warriors of the Moonsong tribe knelt on one knee around Qingkong.
"Chief Qingkong!"
