CHAPTER 1525: CHAPTER 775: THE VALLEY PACT

Compared to the time of the Standing Stone, the Comanso Great Forest has shrunk by more than half in size, and the Standing Stone is no longer situated in the deepest part of the forest but at the edge, only about twenty kilometers from Mist Valley, located beside the path of Rosaville Road in Battle Valley, visible to the naked eye.

However, due to the dense and tall trees blocking it, on Rosaville Road, one can only vaguely see its shadow.

Yet truly willing to leave Rosaville Road and visit the Standing Stone are few and far between, especially those merchants from Sambia, who prefer to leave here as quickly as possible.

Because this place is known as Voiceless Valley, also called Voiceless Forest, once the most sacred place for the Elves of the Comanso Great Forest, with countless ancient Elf tombs here.

After Rosaville Road rudely cut through here, the natural Spirit Souls resting here angrily crawled out from their graves, transforming into Elf Ghosts and even more terrifying Guardian Spiritual Bodies.

Compared to ghosts, they’re more like totem Spirit Souls, the anger version, impossible to completely kill; as long as the Comanso Great Forest is still here, as long as this place is filled with angry emotions, they can use it as nourishment to be reborn.

Because they were awakened by the pain and anger of the Comanso Great Forest, their attack targets are targeted, ignoring those belonging to nature itself, including those willing to follow the valley contract to protect the forest and nature, they won’t even appear before them.

But to those intelligent creatures who have desecrated the forest and harmed natural life, they won’t be polite; they will punish them based on the sins they have committed against the forest, lightly taking away a few years of life, severely being drained to a mummy.

Sambian merchants fear this death the most, as it’s considered natural death from age, with no way to resurrect, including Complete Resurrection Spell.

However, restricted by the contract made by the Elf Royal Court with those Sambian merchants, all Elf Spirit Souls won’t appear on Rosaville Road.

Gaven didn’t hesitate for a moment, directly stepping onto the path leading to the Standing Stone, barely covering a hundred meters, before seeing a circular clearing appear before him.

Several translucent figures spontaneously appeared before Gaven, even though they were in Spirit Form, still wearing the self-illusory Elf armor, as beautiful as an artwork, like guards stationed here, staring solemnly at Gaven.

The illusory eyes seemed to possess the ability to penetrate the soul, seemingly seeing through all things related to Gaven and the forest.

This feeling came quickly and went quickly.

Lasting only a few seconds, these Elf Spirit Souls withdrew their gaze, bowed uniformly to Gaven with a standard Elf Royal Court etiquette, then disappeared silently as they had appeared.

Gaven not only passed their examination but also earned their respect, for he had made significant contributions to nature, not just minor ones; Rangers and the Forest Goddess Melikai held him in high regard, let alone these Guardian Spirit Souls.

In the center of this forest clearing stood a gray-white rectangular stone tablet, nearly eighteen, nineteen meters high, with countless densely packed text inscribed in Elvish, human language, and Common Language.

This is the Valley Contract, even after more than thirteen hundred years, these inscriptions remain as clean as new, emitting obscure yet powerful Magic Fluctuations.

Clearly, the Standing Stone isn’t just an ordinary stone tablet, even possessing its own magical function.

When Gaven arrived, a man and a woman were already standing in front of the Standing Stone.

The man, though having reached middle age, was spirited, his waist as straight as a sword, with handsome features, though possessing an undoubtedly human face, his aura was very similar to that of an Elf.

Time had left traces on him, endowed him with a unique charisma, which made him very lethal to women of certain age groups, this person was none other than the Lord of Battle Valley, Ilmet, who spent twenty out of thirty days away from the valley.

The woman, tall, with a well-proportioned face, epitomizing the word perfect, exuding confidence and youthful vigor between her brows, with slightly pursed lips always giving off a smiling impression, every gesture full of dynamism and energy, seeming to ignite the passion of those around her.

Within Battle Valley, there was only one person with such charm, known as the most brilliant gem of Battle Valley, Regina.

Upon seeing Gaven, Regina merely winked at him playfully without speaking a word.

Understanding the message, Gaven respectfully stood beside Lord Ilmet, waiting for him to finish his contemplation.

Though Lord Ilmet now stood before them, his soul wasn’t here, at least not entirely here, his situation resembling that of an Elf’s trance, as the Standing Stone pulsed light and dark, synchronized entirely with Lord Ilmet’s long breaths, clearly not a coincidence, as the two were in harmony.

Even while in a trancelike harmony, Lord Ilmet clearly sensed it, therefore not leaving Gaven waiting for long, he withdrew from it.

This ever-clean and efficient Lord of Battle Valley asked directly: "Do you know why I asked you to meet here?"