Chapter 522: Chapter 522

In the Elf Race’s Holy Hall a day earlier, Gamplov seemed to know Alvis was coming. As soon as Alvis appeared outside the door, he spoke:

Outside the Holy Hall’s grand entrance, Alvis looked somewhat surprised, but after hesitating only for a moment, he pushed the door open and entered.

Gamplov sat cross-legged, facing the statues of the past Elf Kings inside the Holy Hall.

When Alvis pushed open the door, the statues shimmered with mysterious light in the sunlight.

The solemn or kind faces on the several statues appeared exceptionally vivid and lifelike at this moment.

Alvis stepped into the hall, and the grand doors slowly closed behind him.

The interior of the Holy Hall was once again engulfed in darkness.

The statues with varying expressions also faded into the shadows as the hall door closed, appearing and disappearing as if they were phantoms.

Looking at the old man sitting cross-legged before him, Alvis spoke with a complex expression:

"You knew I would come?"

Gamplov chuckled softly:

"Are you still blaming me for not passing the Elf King’s throne to you, Alvis?"

Alvis didn’t immediately answer Gamplov’s question. Instead, he walked to Gamplov’s side, gazing intently at the obscure statues of past Elf Kings.

Among these Elf King statues, there was one with indistinct features, reserved for the current Elf King.

Only after the current Elf King dies or steps down will their likeness be carved for tribe worship.

Alvis thought longingly: If nothing unexpected happens, this statue should have been in my likeness...

Gamplov suddenly turned his head to look at Alvis, following his gaze to the statue, showing disappointment on his ancient face, sighing:

"If back then I let you inherit the Elf King’s throne, could you have led the Elf Race back to prosperity like him?"

Alvis remained silent.

In an instant, Gamplov seemed to age several hundred years, staggering slightly as he stood up, brushing off the wrinkles and dust on his robe, and stood side by side with Alvis.

Having long entered old age, Gamplov’s height only reached Alvis’s shoulder, who was in his prime.

Alvis suddenly turned to look at the elderly man who had devoted himself to the Elf Race:

"You know I came here to kill you today?"

Gamplov’s face revealed an inscrutably mysterious smile, chuckling lightly:

"Even if you don’t kill me, with my talent, I could never enter the Divine Domain in my lifetime."

"Rather than waiting for my time to end, it’s better to make one last contribution to our Elf Race before I die."

At this moment, there was no trace of fear of impending death on Gamplov’s face, nor any surprise that Alvis wanted to kill him.

All Alvis could see on Gamplov’s face was a serene acceptance of impending death and his determination to sacrifice for the Elf Race.

Alvis sneered, glaring at the final indistinct statue, saying sharply:

"What right does an outsider Chosen One have to dictate the fate of our race?"

With hands folded behind his back, Gamplov suddenly looked at the statue too.

Yet at this moment, the indistinct statue transformed into Lin Yi’s original form in Gamplov’s eyes, and with a kind smile, he said:

"Child, you are wrong."

"For the Hundred Races Continent to truly prosper, it must abandon the prejudices born from racial distinctions. Only the integration of all races marks the true beginning of a reborn Hundred Races Continent."

"Moreover, since Father God descended and took control of this world, the Hundred Races Continent is no longer what it used to be."

"It is evolving towards a brand-new Hundred Races Continent that we’ve never seen before."

"Chosen Ones are the transformers of this continent. By following destiny, we can take control in the future Hundred Races Continent, hmm..."

At this moment, a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Gamplov’s mouth.

Yet Gamplov still smiled as he slowly collapsed forward:

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Gamplov fell to one knee, trying to turn and see the Elf Race’s Saint Heir behind him, who had just pierced his heart with a sword.

But as his life force rapidly drained away, Gamplov only managed to see Alvis’s calm face when he finally fell backward.

Using the last of his life, Gamplov uttered:

"The way back is the shore!"

Until his death, Gamplov never doubted Alvis’s identity;

he even hoped that his death would awaken Alvis, so he could assist the Elf King as the Saint Heir and lead the Elf Race to greater heights.

Alvis watched Gamplov, who was now lifeless, his eyes suddenly turning blood-red, muttering to himself:

"My shore is on the opposite side, there’s no turning back."

Alvis extended his left hand, and in a blink, his arm transformed into a fearsome demonic claw, emanating a black demonic qi, a stark contrast to his current noble Elf Saint Heir image.

Obsessively, Alvis looked at his demonic-claw-transforming arm, murmuring:

"This continent is ours, why should the Chosen Ones be in charge?"

"The so-called Chosen Ones..."

Alvis showed a sinister smile:

"Are merely tools in our hands."

Then Alvis glanced at Gamplov, lying in a pool of blood below, a hint of pity crossing his eyes:

"You think my ambition is only to be the Elf King? Heh~"

Alvis dropped the weapon in his hand to the ground, and when he turned and opened the grand door of the hall, Divine Hall Yingying and Fu Chen were respectfully standing at both sides:

"What orders does the Saint Heir have next?"

Without even looking, Alvis simply said:

"Clean up inside, what can’t be cleaned, toss into Huagu."

Huagu, a place very familiar to players who frequently visited the Elf Race.

Huagu, located to the south of the Elf Race, is a tranquil valley filled with brilliantly blooming flowers and is one of the most favorite leisure spots for players.

Yet now, Huagu’s inside and outside were crowded with players who flocked there upon hearing the news because someone had discovered the body of the Elf Race’s Great Elder Gamplov among the flowers in Huagu today.

When the news was uploaded online, it immediately caused an uproar in the Hua Country War Zone.

Anyone who frequently interacted with the Elf Race would be familiar with Gamplov, this dignified elder of the Elf Race.

When the news of his death came, for these players, it felt like the passing of a respected elder in their lives, bringing immense grief and disbelief.

No matter where they were, these players hurried here, so much that this small Huagu was soon overwhelmed by the flood of players.