Chapter 672
The battle between Fourth Grade powerhouses was a shocking experience for the ordinary elves!
The two dozen elven vessels quickly weighed their anchors and ran far from the Echo Isles.
In fact, they could still sense the intensity of the energy explosions through the chaotic winds blowing across the hull of the ships, even when they had sailed four to five nautical miles away.
There was no longer a single cloud in the blue skies.
Thick, dark clouds gathered from every direction, forming into a dense and roiling cloud of mist over Echo Isles and firmly trapping the isles within. The elves all ran up to the deck and glanced in the direction of the Echo Isles, waiting with hope for their god messengers to return victorious.
The waves gradually became more tumultuous and treacherous, and their ships started bob even more furiously.
Some elves who had never experienced such conditions immediately exhibited signs of severe seasickness and started vomiting. Meanwhile, the elven leaders gathered at the bow of the ship, anxiously awaiting the conclusion of the battle.
Even Third Grade powerhouses didn’t dare to get involved in a battle between Fourth Grades, much less ordinary elves. The terrifying Wail of the Banshee at the start of the fight had easily covered an area of one and a half kilometers. All First and Second Grade elves within this territory had already died, their souls having been ripped to pieces.
Its green webbed hand held a rusty trident as it floated above the surface of the water. The siren raised its trident and shot a towering pillar of water at the few individuals engaged in their messy fight.
The Pale Witch and the god messengers immediately split up after witnessing the intervention of a foreign force. They each took up a spot and glanced coldly at this new challenger.
“Elves, witches; I don’t care what reason you have. None of you are allowed to fight within the territory of us seafolk!” The siren roared.
The seafolk of Faen used a unique mariner creature language. Fortunately, all the individuals present were important characters of their respective factions, and all had a particular understanding of the seafolk’s language. Thus, there was no concern about incomprehension.
The arrogant and proud seafolk had always been at odds with the land species, even since the ancient times.
Even the elven kingdom, with all their might, had to offer large numbers of offerings to these seafolk if they wanted their elven ships to sail across the boundless deep sea freely. Otherwise, becoming wreckage was the only fate that awaited them!
That was why the two god messengers had no choice but to suppress their fury and argue in the face of this unreasonable Fourth Grade siren, “We didn’t start this fight. As a member of Faen, I trust you, sir, to also have an obligation and responsibility to keep the peace of the plane! Why don’t you join us and help us exile these otherworldly invaders from our world?”
“Kehkehkeh…you lot might not like these witches, but we have taken quite the liking to them. They have offered us quite a lot of good things.”
Rage appeared on the faces of both god messengers when they heard the siren’s words. Zyvere even lashed out furiously, “How could you trade with a bunch of otherworldly invaders? Can you still call yourselves a member of Faen now?”
The wicked siren simply betrayed a mocking expression in response to the elf’s reprimand.
“No more than a group of witches. You fear them, but I don’t. If they truly found the courage to find trouble with us seafolk, we would crush them to bits and mince them to pieces. Not a single shred of their corpses would be left.” The siren narrowed his murderous eyes and looked up and down Zyvere’s curvaceous and bountiful body. He then revealed a lecherous look.
“Girl, if you are willing to come shag at my coral sea for a few days, I can decide to chase this witch away from the island for you. How about that?!”
The two elves’ expression changed utterly upon hearing this.
Zyvere’s body was even trembling from anger. Her eyes were practically spitting fire.
“Mind your words, seafolk. You are insulting a god messenger of a great deity! You…do you intend to provoke a war between two great pantheons?” Ursol hastily stood in front of the berserking Zyvere and coldly spat out his words.
“Pantheon war?” This siren seemed to be a brazen thug as well. He simply curled his lips in disdain and said, “Those weak beansprout gods of yours? You think they even qualify as a challenge to the great Atri? Hmph.”
The two elven god messengers almost went insane from the provocation, but instantly realized something from the siren’s words.
“You…you are the god messenger of Atri?”
It was only at this moment that the two god messengers could sense a vaguely familiar aura from the siren’s sinister and obscure energy flux. The opponent was actually also a god messenger. In fact, he was the messenger of the most brutal and savage god of the sea– Atri, God of the Sea Beasts.
The discovery was both shocking and enlightening!