Mage Legend-Chapter 320: Episode 17 Broken Star_3

"Now is not the time to discuss historical issues," Zilvra didn’t want to talk about this topic, so she said, "Do you have any other work you need to do? If I can still help, I won’t just sit around."

"Of course, there’s a job that’s perfect for you." The mage said with a smile, "Besides continuing to cover our tracks here and deceiving the elves and the undead, you also need to stay by my side. When I perform wonderful spells, I need someone to applaud and cheer for me."

"Hmph!" Zilvra was noncommittal about this suggestion.

Deep in the Elf Forest, there is a muddy area where only grass and shrubs grow. Herbivorous fish swim back and forth in the shallow water, avoiding long-legged water birds. It’s the only wetland of the Elf Kingdom, called "Residual Star Swamp". Normally, few elves come here.

On this day, two visitors arrived at this small wetland: a mage in a black robe and a beautiful female warrior. Birds resting among the grass gawked curiously at the unexpected guests with their black little eyes.

"There was once a meteor that fell here, creating a huge crater. The lake outside couldn’t climb the somewhat higher rim of the crater, but it slowly seeped through the soil. Layers of water and sand formed this land." Lynch pointed to the open space in front of him, "This is the battlefield."

"Why are you so sure?" Zilvra asked, "I don’t see any value here."

"Then let me ask you, what is Salantir’s most powerful defense?"

Zilvra lowered her head and thought for a while, frowning, she said, "What I fear the most is the elves’ archers. Even in the dense forest, they can shoot arrows through gaps in the branches and leaves, and combined with their elusive skills, they are quite difficult to defend against."

"No, to the undead, those arrows are not terrifying," Lynch said, "The most powerful defensive weapon is actually Salantir’s rivers. The water from Erutalon has effects similar to holy water. Although it’s not as powerful as the holy water made by Holy Pate Priest, it has an unbeatable advantage: quantity."

"I remember you once reminded us of the power of those river waters. But how do you use that water?" Zilvra asked puzzled, "Could the undead not foresee this threat?"

"No, in their first attack, the undead did not intentionally avoid the river water," Lynch said, "According to the Empress’s description, the undead in the first attack were mainly ghosts and vampires, both of which have a trait: they can fly. The river below wouldn’t be much of a hindrance. They just exploited the elves’ defensive weakness and launched an unexpected attack. If it were any other race, they could have achieved a similar effect."

"Then why do you bring up this river water again?"

"Because relying only on vampires and ghosts would never conquer the Holy Mountain. Although they are strong, their numbers are too few. Unless increased twentyfold, it would be impossible," Lynch said, "The curious thing is, where are the ghouls? The zombies and skeletons? Where did these basic forces of the undead army go?"

"Yes, the way you put it does seem strange," Zilvra said, "Moreover, ghosts and vampires can’t fight during the day. Even if they gain an advantage at night, they must cease fighting come daylight. And the undead’s greatest advantage is that they can fight non-stop without feeling fatigued."

"So, they deliberately sent flying undead to attract the elves’ attention, pretending ’Erutalon’s river water doesn’t affect us.’ They should be preparing for a real attack next time."

"You’ve thought of the undead’s attack strategy?" Zilvra suddenly thought of something amusing and giggled, "You’re definitely smarter than those empty-skulled skeletons."

"Now is not the time for jokes. We still have important work to do," Lynch pointed to the Residual Star Swamp, "This is the only place not protected by Holy Power. It’s the only passage the undead can take on foot to reach Heather Holy Mountain. The vast meteor crater altered the nearby river’s course, causing the Erutalon River to bypass this area. If I were the undead’s leader, I would try to divert the elves’ attention from here, allowing the main attacking force to quickly cross this open space. Once you see through the undead’s initial attack, you can understand their real intention."

"What else have you figured out?" Zilvra said, "Can’t you mages just say everything at once?"

"Hehe, I didn’t mean to," Lynch explained, "The undead didn’t care about the casualties of vampires and ghosts when launching the first attack, which is to say they never intended for those undead to be the main attacking force. In this case, besides using this route to transport the main force, what other possibilities are there?"

"If you were the domination of the Necroman Magic Pearl, could you take that place called Heather Holy Mountain and own it?" Zilvra asked curiously.

Lynch looked at the distant Holy Mountain, appearing somewhat hazy in the clouds and mist, but not unreachable. Then he turned his gaze back to Zilvra’s eyes and firmly said, "No."

After saying this, Lynch slowly walked deeper into the Residual Star Swamp, using his magic wand to carefully probe the path ahead, then leaping from one bush to another.

"Let me help you," Zilvra quickly skipped ahead of the mage, causing a few small birds to flap their wings and quickly hide in the dense grass. The female drow said, "Your posture is too clumsy. But why don’t you use a spell to fly?"

Lynch pulled a scroll from his pocket and waved it, "Because the work here is very heavy, and time is very tight. Before the next time the three moons disappear from the night sky, I must prepare everything."

Yet Zilvra pulled Lynch back. The mage turned his head, looking at her with puzzled eyes.

"That female elf has recognized me, hasn’t she?" Zilvra thought for a moment and said, "So you took me away from the Elf Holy Mountain, right? How bad is the situation? Be honest."

"Bad? I don’t think so," Lynch said, "Seeing this wetland, I’m filled with confidence. Solve the issues here, and all problems should unravel. By then, even if more elves recognize you, I don’t think it would matter. But you, that nickname is terrifying, being called an executioner. How many elves have you killed?"

"I never keep track of those numbers; they don’t matter," Zilvra shrugged, "When I wanted to come to the surface to see the sights, the only way to avoid suspicion was to join the ground assault. For that purpose, sacrificing more elves was nothing."

"A reluctant choice indeed," Lynch said, "I can’t say you shouldn’t be punished, but it shouldn’t be now. When I start casting spells, keep an eye on our surroundings."

"If you mean killing anyone who approaches, I would be happy to do so."

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