Selvian had now moved with the Dark-Elves to another location.
In fact, the Dark-Elf group split into several groups. Of course, they didn't know the situation of the other groups, including Selvian.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Everyone be careful."
Immediately, this group of more than a hundred Dark Elves entered battle mode, and each of them felt extremely tense.
Selvian was different, she held a misty lamp in her hand, but in her robe was a misty compass that Selvih had given her.
That Misty Compass could help her get to the location of Hikaru's domain accurately. However, the current Selvian still chose to continue accompanying this group of Dark-Elves.
Why didn't they return to the Dark-Elf kingdom?
Because they were afraid that Selvih was still there. They had also witnessed Selvih's power, which was imprinted on the minds of the Dark-Elves who dared to rise up to overthrow her, and she had become a terrifying nightmare that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
Selvian looked ahead, in the thick fog in front of her, a figure slowly approached them.
When the person came out of the mist to the area affected by the misty lamps that the dark elves held, they clearly saw that it was a man.
That man was wearing a white robe with a symbol of the Saric Sanctuary in the middle. His body gave off a faint light that was able to dispel the fog around him.
"Is that… a Priest?" Selvian immediately recognised the person's identity.
Yes, priests were very special in this world, their bodies emitted divine light that dispelled the fog, so they were not afraid of the fog.
Besides… Selvian's lover, Seraphen, is now the Holy Maiden of the Saric Sanctuary. Because of that, Selvian understood the Saric Sanctuary quite well.
However, this group of Dark-Elves was different, they had never interacted with people in the sanctuary, so when they saw the Priest, they were a little scared.
"You… who are you?" A dark-elf man who was ahead of the group shouted, feeling a little scared.
After all, in this world, everyone needs a misty lamp to survive, but the man in front of him emitted light from his body that could dispel the fog.
This scared the Dark-Elf group, and they immediately pulled out their weapons and prepared to cast offensive magic.
The priest did not feel angry, on the contrary, he softly said: "Where are you going?"
His voice was filled with benevolence and righteousness that it made the Dark-Elf group feel a little at ease.
Selvian also loosened her guard, she was puzzled when the thought that she could trust that man arose in her heart.
However, that thought only appeared for a moment and then disappeared. Selvian frowned, and secretly used magic in her heart.
If that priest took any dangerous actions, Selvian would immediately disappear from this place.
At this point, it seemed that Selvian didn't trust anyone (except Hikaru). Wait! Why did my mind think of trusting Hikaru? She thought.
Selvian hastily shook her head, and she pushed that thought out of her mind. However, as much as Selvian tried to forget him, images of Hikaru continuously appeared.
Selvian's face was red, her breathing was a little fast, and her body was hot as if she had a fever.
Fortunately, Selvian wore a cloak that covered her body including her face, otherwise, her charming beauty would have been admired by others.
At this point, the Dark-Elf man in the lead replied: "We…we are heading to another kingdom to take refuge. Our kingdom was destroyed by Selvih."
"Selvih? Isn't she your queen? Why did she destroy the kingdom?" The priest then asked.
The Dark-Elf man shook his head: "Because she tolerated the mixed blood group, which caused the people of the kingdom to feel discontent and rebel."
"However, Selvih is cruel, and she refused to abdicate herself. On the contrary, she also killed many people in the kingdom."
At this time, the Dark-Elves also added.
"That's right. She is an evil queen, she killed all the inhabitants of the kingdom, and destroyed the kingdom."
"Haizzz, the poorest one is still Elder Savuo. He had the courage to stand up to that bitch, but in the end…"
"The beautiful Dark-Elf Kingdom has now become a ruin, a sea of fire."
The priest frowned upon hearing this, everything these dark elves said was completely different from what he had learned.
That's right, he is Priest Mojure, who is carrying out the orders of the Holy Maiden Seraphen by purifying the mixed blood people and making this world cleaner.
Mojure nodded and said, "So… what about the mixed-bloods living around your kingdom?"
"We do not know. Who are you? Why are you asking so many questions?" The dark-elf man frowned and shouted.
Although Selvian knew Mojure's identity, she didn't say it. Anyway, this was not her problem.
However, when she saw the Dark-Elf man shouting, Selvian feared that Mojure would get angry and kill all the Dark-Elves here.
She silently used mana, and the magic under her feet began to glow dimly as if she were preparing.
The strange thing was that Mojure didn't seem to be angry, on the contrary, he smiled gently and said: "I am the Priest of Saric Sanctuary, Mojure."
Mojure said that while pointing at the symbol in front of his chest, which gave off a gentle light that dispelled the surrounding fog.
"Priest?"
"Oh my God! That is the Priest of the Holy Land."
"Priest…"
As soon as they learned that Mojure was a priest, the Dark-Elf group immediately kneeled on the ground. Selvian frowned, and even though she didn't want to, she still followed suit so as not to be detected.
The man from earlier immediately cried out, "Priest, you must give us justice."
"We were living peacefully when that bastard Selvih kicked us out of the kingdom. Our kingdom was also destroyed by her."
"That's right, we didn't think that bastard would protect a bunch of mixed bloods and act so cruelly."
"Priest, we have lost our place now, we don't even know where to go now. Please, show us a bright path."
"I hope you can help us get our revenge. Kill that bitch Selvih, and hang her head on the wall for everyone to spit on."
When Selvian heard the curses rained on Selvih, she was extremely angry. As she Knelt on the ground, she clenched her hands until it turned white.
She wanted to use a fireball to turn all these foolish and arrogant people to ashes.
Before Selvih became queen, the Dark-Elf Kingdom was on the verge of collapse.
The members of the royal family were constantly killing each other to win the throne. Within the kingdom, there were countless spies from other kingdoms.
The economy was stagnant, and unable to develop, the Dark-Elves considered themselves a noble race, so they did not want to do anything.
After Selvih became queen, she immediately wiped out all the parasites in the royal family. She killed all the spies, and even if she killed someone by mistake, she didn't care.
Even though everyone and the Senate prevented her, Selvih decided to help the mixed-blood group enter the kingdom.
They didn't whine, and they worked hard. This caused the economy of the Dark-Elf Kingdom to grow once again.
And thanks to Selvih, the Dark-Elf kingdom could last for many more years.
Due to Selvih, the Dark-Elves here continued to be nobles. But they were not grateful to Selvih, on the contrary, they blamed her, and scolded her.
They even wanted to topple her, and kill her.
If they had followed Selvih's words and obediently developed the Dark-Elf kingdom, they wouldn't have ended up like this.
Perhaps they would still be nobles now, and they would still be living in the Dark-Elf kingdom, and enjoying a happy life without worrying about anything.
Mojure frowned upon hearing this, he said: "Ahead, about three days' journey away from you is a mid-range kingdom called Catheryne."
"If you go there, you can rely on that kingdom. I think with your abilities, the royal family of the Catheryne kingdom would welcome you."
"As for Selvih, I will look for more evidence. If she's really what you say she is, then the Sanctuary will help you get justice."
"However, if you are lying…"
Mojure didn't finish his sentence, but the divine light radiating around him suddenly made the surrounding Dark-Elves feel extremely cold.
It was like they were in an ice cellar, it felt as if Mojure was a bloodthirsty monster staring at them.
The Dark-Elves trembled, not daring to say a word.
Mojure continued: "Go, before your Misty Lamp runs out of power."
Then, Mojure's gaze suddenly turned towards Selvian which startled her.
"Have I been exposed?" Selvian thought to herself, she immediately used teleportation magic to leave this place.
But suddenly the magic didn't work, and Selvian looked at Mojure in surprise.
However, Mojure still stood there, saying nothing, and staring in her direction.
Then he waved his hand and said, "May God's mercy bring you to safety."
A light enveloped the Dark-Elves helping them to recover their stamina. The Dark-Elf group happily bowed to Mojure, then quickly left with Misty Lamp.
However, after everyone left, Mojure still smiled and stared at Selvian.
Although his smile was extremely friendly, Selvian felt a little scared.
"You are… Selvian, right?" Mojure spoke up.
Selvian sighed, she knew she couldn't hide anymore, so she said, "That's right. Did Seraphen order you to arrest me?"
Mojure nodded, but then shook his head again.
Selvian frowned and asked, "What do you want from me?"
Mojure smiled and said, "Don't be so hasty, I didn't come here to harm you."
"As you said, Seraphen ordered me to find you and kill all the mixed-bloods that once inhabited your kingdom."
"What!?" Selvian was startled, she didn't expect Seraphen to be so cruel right now.
There were at least over 200,000 mixed-bloods that lived around the Dark-Elf Kingdom. If they were killed, the ground would be stained with blood, and the corpses would pile up into mountains.
"Therefore… I want to ask where those mixed-bloods are. I think… you know their whereabouts very well, don't you?"
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