Chapter 1232 - 837: Different Voids

Chapter 1232: Chapter 837: Different Voids

Facing the opponent’s harsh words.

The two elves striving for rescue could no longer hold back.

Freyja stepped forward directly, and under Callas’s startled gaze, delivered a fierce punch to his abdomen, the immense impact causing the guard captain to groan and bend over.

This punch was obviously not just for show; it was intended to bring pain upon the opponent.

"You pride-blinded fool of a deer!" she cursed, her voice trembling with agitation.

"Look at the ground covered with crystal dust. This isn’t filth that nature can purify. This is the Void! The root of the end of the world! How can you ignore the destruction of our homeland for your pitiful pride?!

"The pride of the elves is not foolish sacrifice, but the wisdom and courage to protect life and home.

"Seeking help from professionals is for better protection, not for your insignificant sense of personal honor."

Callas, humiliated and furious from the punch, wanted to resist but was held tightly by Elian.

Then another kick landed fiercely on him, immobilizing him.

Elder Gloriel spoke up timely, his voice filled with undeniable authority and deep fatigue: "Enough! Callas, step down! Your courage is commendable, but your vision is too narrow.

"Elian and Freyja are right. This is not an event we can resolve independently. Ancient pride is meaningless in the face of the true apocalypse. Protecting the lives of our clan and preserving our home is the noblest duty."

He turned to Elian and Freyja: "Use your method to notify the Night Watcher outpost, report the coordinates, the situation, and our current status. Our resistance... will buy time for their arrival."

As for why not notify the council.

By the time they react, the forest will be doomed.

Elves understand elves best, especially an old elf like him.

Elian gasped for breath, released Callas, and gestured to Freyja.

Freyja snorted coldly, no longer looking at the ashen-faced, defeated Callas.

She swiftly took out a delicate alchemy device resembling a brass bee from her bag, its surface engraved with the Night Watcher insignia and runes.

"The information has already been sent, Elder. During their argument." She nodded to Gloriel, "The Night Watchers should be on their way now."

After all, they are adventurers, not Night Watchers. Although their levels meet the requirements, their contributions do not, so their adventurer level is insufficient to notify through the channel.

Fortunately, they have other tools on hand to serve as substitutes for notification.

Moonlight City - Night Watcher Outpost.

Located at the corner of Moonlight City’s towering walls, the Night Watcher outpost stands out from the other strong fortresses in the region.

It skillfully integrates into a giant tree hole and root structure of an ancient Silver Oak tree, covered outside with vine and crystal stone decorations similar to elven architectural style, making it concealed yet natural.

But the Night Watcher insignia embedded on the tree trunk silently declares its affiliation.

Night Watcher outposts on the Tate Continent are almost exclusively located in major large cities like this.

There are hardly any outposts deep within or in remote areas.

How to say, the elves’ arrogance or their slow perception of time makes them naturally exclusionary.

Even though some elves harbor no malice, their instinctive exclusionary nature means the Night Watchers’ efforts to spread their reach across Tate Continent have produced limited results.

A crucial reason is that the number of elven members within the Night Watchers is not many.

While converting all these elves into Night Patrol members for the Tate Continent’s outpost could be just enough, those elves who have stayed with humans for a long time are reluctant to return home.

After all, in their sense of time, they have just come out for a short while, and forcing them back is unthinkable.

Not to mention that they have somewhat adapted to the efficiency of speedy work, making it difficult for them to endure the frustration of long-term interactions with their slow-paced fellow elves.

Elves who become Night Watchers are already anomalies.

At this moment, urgent blood-red warning lights flicker within the outpost, and piercing alarms shatter the treehouse’s tranquility.

A young but intensely focused Half-Elf operator—his elven heritage seemingly granting him enhanced perception at this moment—is rapidly reading through the encrypted rune stream just returned by the alchemy insect in his hand.

"Coordinates: Deep within the Cyan Forest, confirmed.

Report description: ’Large stable rift,’ ’severe spiritual erosion,’ ’elf resistance casualties,’ ’urgent request for aid.’

Detected energy patterns... core wavelength matches Hamilton, Bekto, and other outbreak points highly."

The outpost leader, an elven female mage dressed in light armor styled after elven fashion, immediately stood up, her voice decisive and clear: "Tyrel Squad, emergency status. Highest priority mission: Void Rift clearance and civilian protection. Target: Cyan Forest coordinates, depart immediately."

With her command, the space teleportation array in the corner of the outpost was instantly infused with energy.

Five figures, like activated sculptures, instantly appeared in the light.

"Tyrel Squad! Target confirmed! Full speed ahead!"

The squad captain, a sharp-eyed elven male warrior wielding double scimitars, growled.

Behind him, the team swiftly moved into action.

An elf ranger carrying a longbow, movement light as a feather.

An elf mage holding a magic staff, surrounded by arcane glimmers.