"Oh? Is recognition all that's needed?" Zhou Leng asked.

The elves remained silent.

Silver Lake Moon straightforwardly replied, "According to the laws of the Elf Empire, if a member of an alien race saves elves in times of crisis, as long as enough elves use their blood to form a blood oath, they can confer the identity of an Elf Prophet. Once you become an Elf Prophet, you'll be transported to the Elf City just like us, and not to the dungeon."

Zhou Leng said, "What if someone betrays me?"

"Once the blood oath is made, no one can betray. Besides, this is a tacit rule of our Elf Empire for countless years, and no Elf Prophet has ever been judged by law."

Zhou Leng said, "So, you mean there have always been such Elf Prophets, and perhaps quite a few?"

Silver Lake Moon was silent for a long time and said, "Yes."

"It seems that your elf race knows how to adapt, then why are all the elves I've met so rigid?"

The elves remained silent.

Silver Lake Moon said, "In my witness, any elves we encounter from now on will regard you as a Prophet. Please, Prophet, show us the way, and we will follow you to life or death!"

After saying this, she knelt to the ground, reciting an oath of allegiance to Zhou Leng.

Behind Silver Lake Moon, three Wild Elves were startled and joined her in kneeling, reciting the oath of allegiance.

After they finished the recitation, a white light appeared from their foreheads, slowly fading.

Zhou Leng had heard of the oath of allegiance, a power with strong magical binding abilities, similar to the power of a demon contract.

It was almost impossible to break.

Zhou Leng looked at Silver Lake Moon kneeling on the ground, gazing up at him, and said with emotion, "I didn't expect such wisdom in your prideful elf race."

Silver Lake Moon lowered her head in silence.

The elves behind her understood all too well.

They were terrified by the intelligence they had obtained from demons and giant insects.

They had interrogated the demons and giant insects and learned that an army was already marching toward Silver Lake Town; once the lower-rank Blood Hunt concluded, Silver Lake Town would face total annihilation.

All along the way, they were full of trepidation.

Now, encountering a terrifying humanoid giant insect, Silver Lake Moon had no choice but to act this way.

Seeing four Wild Elves take the oath, the remaining Wild Elves reluctantly knelt halfway and swore allegiance.

Sixteen Wild Elves, sworn to loyalty, became members of the Prophet's guard.

Zhou Leng pondered for a moment and said, "Do you know that the combined forces of demons and giant insects are about to attack Silver Lake Town?"

The sixteen Wild Elves continued to kneel in silence.

Zhou Leng immediately understood and said, "Stand up. As long as you ensure my safe exit, I will ensure your safety along the way."

Silver Lake Moon said, "Please, Prophet, lead us to find Silver Lake Sea; she is the Eldest Princess of our Silver Lake Tribe. Under her leadership, we will unite to defeat the invading demons and giant insects."

Behind Zhou Leng, the Wild Elves with damaged bodies showed expressions of grief.

They all knew that Silver Lake Sea had been crushed to death.

Zhou Leng said, "Princess Silver Lake Sea was killed by demons. From this day forward, you, Silver Lake Moon, will be the Eldest Princess of the Silver Lake Tribe. If the tribe encounters danger, you have the right to gather the Silver Lake Tribe to fight against the demons."

Silver Lake Moon was stunned for a moment, feeling an unprecedented flame ignite within her.

She never imagined that an ordinary elf like herself could become a noble Eldest Princess.

Under normal circumstances, she would never dare imagine such a thing, but now, with Silver Lake Town on the brink of destruction—

"I will obey the Prophet's command," Silver Lake Moon bowed her head in compliance.

The elves behind Silver Lake Moon struggled with their expressions; they could not accept this appointment.

The elf race is very strict regarding hierarchy.

However, having sworn the oath of allegiance, they eventually steadied their gaze after a brief struggle.

"Can you use defensive spells or enhancement spells?" Zhou Leng looked at the group.

"I can," said several elves.

"Very well, remember to use them on me first when we encounter combat. Also, how many elves do I need for the blood oath?"

"At least one hundred Innate," Silver Lake Moon replied.

"I hope you can persuade them. If you can't, I'll persuade them."

"Rest assured."

"What intelligence have you gathered?"

Silver Lake Moon slowly began to disclose the intelligence they had acquired.

"This is the Celestial Calamity Envoy's plan..."

"It is said that the Celestial Calamity Envoy entered the giant insect's mother nest and demonstrated a wisp of the Celestial Calamity God's power, and the mother nest willingly submitted, agreeing to fully cooperate with the Celestial Calamity God."

"Some demons are capturing elves for a sacrificial ritual. They aim to not only kill key members among us but also to corrupt the Divine Artifact with our power."

"I have a method to make you stronger, but you must become a Thousand Blood Hunter."

Zhou Leng looked at Silver Lake Moon, seeing her determined gaze.

"Speak."

"Rather than letting the demons use elf corpses to corrupt the Divine Artifact, we should use those corpses to complete the consecration as Elf Prophet. Then, the Elf Divine Artifact will bestow even greater blessings upon you."

The other elves wanted to object, but remained silent.

"Silver Lake Moon is right," sighed one elf reluctantly.

"Explain in detail."

"We will transform the corpses of dead elves into the Flame of the Elves, turning their hatred toward demons into gratitude toward you. This will make your aura resemble that of an Elf Saint, and in the future, allow you to be blessed like ordinary elves."

"This is also your method of self-preservation?"

"Yes. If Silver Lake Town and the underground city fall, we can only survive by depending on a powerful ally. I've heard that Tree-men have established a special base on your Blue Star."

"You're quite young, yet so thoughtful," Zhou Leng remarked, taking a deep look at Silver Lake Moon.

The conversations he had along the way with Vigorous Root had not escaped her ears.

He hadn't paid much attention to this Wild Elf at the time, so he had said everything, never expecting it to be of this importance here.

"We just want to survive," Silver Lake Moon's eyes were clear, without any pretense.

"Good, this is the attitude for cooperation. As long as you help me get out alive, I can provide you with a relatively safe place to live. Whether in the Demon Spirit World, the Dwarf World, or the Human World, I have ways," Zhou Leng assured.

"We believe in your extraordinariness." Silver Moon sincerely bowed in gratitude.

"Your recovery is too slow."

Zhou Leng said as he took out a cup and poured out three mouthfuls of Radiant Juice.

The cup turned into a dazzling colorful bulb, illuminating the cave.

"Radiant Juice..."

The Wild Elves murmured in low voices.

"Thank you, Great Prophet Zhou Leng." Silver Moon took the cup and drank a mouthful.

"Do you know where the Demonic altar is located?"

"We only know the general direction. Once nearby, we can interrogate a Demon to find out."

"Lead the way."

"Yes, I have another request."

"Speak."

"These injured elves are a burden to you, why not let us drag them along?"

"Okay."

Zhou Leng released the rope.

Two elves approached, casting Magic to transform the rope into thick leaves, forming a leafy cushion to carry the wounded elves.

The team moved forward, with two strong Wild Elves dragging the thick leafy cushion at a jog.

The wounded elves sighed in relief, finally spared from rolling around on the ground.

The team continued onward, occasionally encountering Demons or giant insects.

When there were few, Zhou Leng handled them alone. When there were many, they joined forces.

At times, they encountered other elf teams.

Some were rude and perished on the spot.

Some refused to join the team and were offered a leafy cushion.

Some joined the Prophet's Guardian Team obediently.

The team grew larger and larger.

When the members of the Elf Guardian Team reached thirty, the numbers on Zhou Leng's arm finally reached 1000.

At the same time, his arm started to burn.

Zhou Leng rolled up his sleeve, and everyone saw the bright red characters radiating intense heat.

The entire forearm slowly turned red.

Zhou Leng asked, "Why is my arm burning?"

Silver Moon's eyes sparkled, "This might be the guidance from our ancestors..."

A few Wild Elves nodded slightly, but most were not convinced.

Some hallucinations echoed in Zhou Leng's ears.

There were voices from the Insect Race, as well as the Demons, noisy voices.

Soon, from the Demon's voices, he heard words like "blood sacrifice," "altar," and "capture elves."

He vaguely sensed a place calling to him, coincidentally in the direction they were heading.

Zhou Leng said, "The power of the Elven Ancestors is guiding me..."

Zhou Leng pointed in a direction, "In that direction, the Demons are building an altar, preparing for a blood sacrifice of my elf friends. The Elven Ancestors see those enemies as my trial for becoming a Prophet."

"I see..."

The members of the Elf Guardian Team immediately believed, staring at the red-hot arm.

The wounded Wild Elves harbored resentment, half-believing, half-doubting.

"Let's go."

Everyone jogged for a while, suddenly encountering an elf team ahead.

"Who among you received the guidance of our ancestors?" The elf team shouted as they approached, even before clearly seeing each other.

The elves were taken aback. Silver Moon shouted, "Why do you say that?"

"We just felt the guidance of our ancestors, directing us to join forces."

"As expected..." The Elf Guardian Team members looked at Zhou Leng.

"It's him, the great Elf Prophet, the human Martial Artist Zhou Leng," Silver Moon said.

Zhou Leng revealed his burning left arm.

"That's the power!" The team captain kneeled, and the rest followed suit, kneeling in respect.

The wounded Wild Elves had vacant eyes, and slowly, some of them began to shed tears.

White limbs were wasted, but this person truly turned out to be the Elf Prophet.

Zhou Leng hadn't expected a special force to guide them here.

After a brief thought, he guessed a few possibilities.

One is that the massive death of elves this time triggered the protective power of the Elven Ancestors.

And this protective power required stringent conditions, with him being the only one who met them, or at least being the closest to the standard.

The Elven Ancestors might judge friends from foes in a way similar to the Tree of Life, mistaking him for a Tree-man, which were allies of elves in ancient times.

Another possibility is that the Divine Artifact of the elves sensed a threat, and following the principle of "an enemy's enemy is a friend," chose him.

The Divine Artifact probably wanted to choose an elf, but the elves were not competent.

Zhou Leng looked at the numbers burning on his arm, and thus, was justified.

He glanced back at the wounded Wild Elves on the branch.

Some were blushing, some were awkward, some bewildered, some fainted from anger.

The members of the Prophet's Guardian Team looked at Zhou Leng, then Silver Moon, and admired both more and more.

While Silver Moon spoke elegantly, inside, she was a bit perplexed. Is he truly the Prophet?

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