I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 422 The Truth about the Fall of the Elf Courtyard

Corellon was rarely angry, or rather, he had no reason to be angry.

What Alvin said is absolutely correct.

To exchange one's own death for a chance for the survival of the tribe is purely wishful thinking.

"I think there's a better way."

The young human's voice rang out again.

“The Moon Elves of the Elven Courtyard can be your enemies, but they can also once again become your most powerful shields and followers.

But I have to first figure out why they suffered such unexpected disaster before.

This is important, Corellon.

This means that if you apologize, the Moon Elves will give you a chance to atone your sins.

As for understanding…"

"understanding?"

Corellon, who has been a god since he gained independent consciousness, was a little confused by this word.

To be precise, as long as they are native gods, most of them do not regard mortal creatures as beings with souls and thoughts - after all, the units of measurement are completely different.

Who would care whether a nest of ants living underground for years will suffer from depression...

However, Corellon, who had been betrayed by his wife and daughter and had "rich" experience, quickly understood this concept.

Gaining forgiveness is what he needs to learn most now.

Ivan glanced at Corellon, whose expression changed very quickly, and basically understood what this god was thinking.

"Well, let's talk--

The old skeleton said that you chose to make the Elf Courtyard a barren passage to the Kingdom of God because you were afraid of death. "

Hearing this, Corellon curled his lips, but did not refute it immediately.

The Elf God stared at Ivan, curiously trying to sense something different from this human's pupils.

"Do you know how many elf tribes there are in the main plane?"

"Clam?"

Although he was somewhat confused by this irrelevant question, Corellon obviously did not intend to let Ivan answer.

He withdrew his gaze and continued in a low and somewhat weak voice.

“Not counting the dark elves who have severed ties with the elven pantheon, there are a total of 259148 moon elves, sun elves, wild elves, and the last of the winged elves hiding on Evermeet Island with the sun elves.

Since the beginning of the Third Era, the number of half-elves has increased dramatically, reaching over one million.

Falazul's invasion left all the Astral Gods no time to react—

I know from Xiling and Lian's memories that you once faced those out-of-control orcs, the Fallen.

We in the astral world also know this news.

Although I don't know the population size of the orcs, it is definitely more than the elves, who have difficulty in reproducing.

After Gruumsh was killed and the Orc Kingdom was defeated, how many orcs were still alive? Five thousand? Ten thousand?

Compared to the total population of the orcs before, this was considered a genocide.

If it weren’t for your intervention, I’m afraid that little girl named Morgan and her followers would have gone crazy as well…”

Having said this, Corellon turned his body, making it impossible for Ivan to see his expression clearly.

"I don't want the elves to become like this...

Before Falazul attacked the Elven Kingdom, Rillifane had questioned me, and Sahanni had also accused me.

After the invasion of the alien gods, I was indeed afraid of death.

They were afraid that the elven pantheon would be attacked, and the entire pantheon, or even the entire ethnic group, would disappear.

Therefore, I used these 30,000 moon elves to buy the entire elf race a chance to survive."

……

Alvin walked aimlessly under the high walls of the Elf Courtyard.

His mind was a little confused.

After talking with Corellon, all the doubts and indignation turned into helplessness.

Corellon can actually be considered a "merciful" god.

He was not like the orc's Gruumsh, who let his followers constantly wage wars and become cannon fodder to please him.

As for the human god - at least Alvin had never heard of the existence of such a thing.

All Corellon thought about was the survival of the elven race.

At the end of the Second Age, faced with the increasingly prosperous alien races, the elven pantheon advocated coexistence and even helped these alien races build civilizations in order to win their favor.

This is actually the purpose behind Corellon's attempt to keep the race alive - at least it has been successful for now. The biggest racial war the elves have ever encountered was the battle for dominance between Misdren and Ishtar.

Now that he knew the truth about the fall of the Elf Courtyard, Alvin was reminded of the "Trolley Paradox" in which there were five people on each side of the railroad track.

Although the Elven Courtyard suffered from subsidence, causing the entire Haze Forest to be in great trouble;

Ivan really disagreed with this anti-human and anti-elf approach.

But it seemed pointless to blame Corellon now.

Instead of getting caught up in this endless dialectical thinking, it is better to think about how to make these elves and gods behave themselves in the gray haze forest.

Thinking of this, Ivan turned 180 degrees and walked towards Labelas.

At this time, Labelas was looking at the elves and gods around him anxiously.

In the astral realm, although the gods would occasionally create some delicious food to satisfy their taste buds, they did not need to rely on eating to maintain their physical strength.

But at this point, dozens of hungry elven gods collapsed in front of Labelas, leaving the silver-haired old elf at a loss as to what to do.

"How about I go hunting?"

The tall Solonor took out a longbow, but he no longer had the strength to summon his own divine weapon.

Before Labelas could agree, Lian, who had just been abducted by her sister to a nearby place, shouted loudly.

"No, no! This is the Haze Forest!

Any behavior not recognized by the Druid North District Order is poaching!"

"Then let's go gather some berries..."

“You can’t even pick the fruit!

Besides, it’s just spring, where are the berries for you to pick?

You big stupid guy!"

"Uh……"

Solonor scratched his head and looked at Labelas at a loss.

But at this time, the little girl who had just been shouting loudly was pulled aside by her sister.

Then, Solonor saw the half-elf, who was much taller than ordinary modern elves, bowing to him.

“I’m sorry, God of the Hunt, I apologize to you on behalf of Lian, she sometimes speaks a little too fast.

We really didn’t expect that the gods also needed food…”

"There's nothing to apologize for, Xiling."

Labellas walked closer and looked at Corellon's two granddaughters with a kind expression.

"The oppression from the plane makes us need food and water just like ordinary creatures.

You don’t need to call us by our divine names anymore. When we choose to leave the Kingdom of God, it means we have given up our identities as gods—"

"No, no, no, you can't just shirk responsibility like this... I mean, throw away the responsibility that originally belonged to you."

Ivan's voice came from behind, surprising the silver-haired Labelas.

"But now you really need to change the way you act as gods."