Mage Legend-Chapter 327: Episode 19 Guard_3

"At this point, I understand naturally," Lynch said, "So, on the eve of possible conflict, Zilvra is not by my side. However, my elf friends, the Dark Elf you speak of is risking her life for the safety of the elves. I hope you remember that." freewёbnoνel.com

"Though the words of mages are always full of riddles and wisdom, I must say, the remark just now is beyond my imagination," Nosta pondered and said, "If all she does is for the forgiveness of the Elf Clan, I think it’s impossible. But... if she is indeed risking her life for her former enemies, I think I would give her a chance to prove herself again."

"All she needs is an unbiased gaze," Lynch nodded to the Great Druid, "I don’t expect the elves to cast such a gaze on every Dark Elf, but I assure you, she’s definitely an exception, worthy of such a gaze."

"I hope so," the Elf Druid said, "One thing I can’t figure out is why you took the trouble to bring a Dark Elf into Salantir? What is it that keeps you inseparable, and what brings you to this land? Perhaps only the wise lady knows. Speaking of our lady, Her Majesty the Empress has ordered the overnight production of what you mentioned after reading your letter. Those peculiar dwarf tools are all ready."

"That’s good," Lynch said, "The dawn of victory has begun to illuminate my eyes. Do you have anything else, Great Druid?"

"Nothing, friend," Nosta said, "I wish you a safe journey."

When the mage walked out of the Holy Temple, it was already a bit dim outside. However, the elves were not resting; they remained busy on this land. On the platform of Heather’s treehouse, simple observatory towers were being built to watch over the entire lake. Fences were constructed on the branches for concealment, allowing the elf archers to use them as cover when necessary to shoot down any enemy daring to approach. Although every elf firmly believed that Heather Holy Mountain would never be desecrated by the undead, their preparations were meticulous.

Some rope bridges had already been retrieved, while others were under construction. The elves gradually replaced the ropes connecting the platforms with items soaked in Holy Water, making it difficult for the undead to approach and more securely connecting important buildings, allowing guards to quickly reach any corner of the Holy Mountain.

A fragrance wafted through with the evening breeze, as the elves hurriedly prepared the dried rations for the warriors. They gathered fruits from the forest, using nectar and some precious medicinal herbs as seasonings, creating this special bread. The elves called it "Yilinos," and its more common name was "Elf Cookies." This food also spread among humans who were skilled at imitation, receiving unanimous praise for its delicious taste. However, only those blessed by the Moon Priest of the Elf Clan were true Elf Cookies, and those made with Heather’s ingredients were the finest. Apart from alleviating hunger and thirst and soothing fatigue, they could also, to a certain extent, heal wounds or support severely wounded and dying warriors, allowing them to hold on until rescue arrived. Usually, these Elf Cookies were prepared for warriors patrolling dangerous border areas. Now, with the looming possibility of war, these perpetually preservable Elf Cookies were about to play their role.

In the aroma of this delightful food, another figure with a unique fragrance approached Lynch. The female elf Yilinrui held a small green pouch, not much different from Lynch’s Magic Material Bag. She said to the mage, "I have completed all the preparations. Any orders?"

Lynch looked behind Yilinrui, not seeing any other elves. He was a bit puzzled; wasn’t the princess’s squad said to be the most elite in the entire kingdom?

"You’re alone?" the mage asked.

"Yes. That’s why this team is the most elite."

Lynch stared into Yilinrui’s eyes, trying to read the thoughts of this Elf Princess; what possibly drove her to join a human mage in the battle to defend Heather? But Lynch only felt the calm waters under the blue sky from those eyes, unable to discern a single emotion.

"I would like you to return to your mother. I think Her Majesty the Empress would need your protection more." The mage had a feeling that having Yilinrui accompany him was not a good idea.

"Your request is something I can’t fulfill," Yilinrui said, "It was my mother who instructed me to stay with you. Between your request and my mother’s command, I choose to follow her instruction."

"In that case, then you’ll be in charge of carrying Soka." Lynch woke the still sleeping Angel, handing her over to the elf.

Soka twisted her body, displeased with this arrangement. Yilinrui’s long hair consistently tickled her, preventing any peaceful sleep.

Without saying a word, Lynch walked towards the Elf Queen’s residence, as he had matters to report to the Queen.

Meanwhile, Zilvra had already ventured deep into the Elf Forest, where the scenery had begun to twist and become foul due to the undead’s impact. The black tree trunks twisted upward like malignant tumors, with only noisy crows willing to perch on the bare, dusty branches. The once fertile soil gradually turned to black sand, with various poisonous insects fleeing in chaos at her footsteps. A thick mist floated at knee-height, as dense as obnoxious cobwebs, releasing waves of swamp-like stench; a black cloud remained unmoving overhead, blocking the sunlight from shining onto the land.

Wherever the undead were, it reeked of decay and decay. Zilvra felt the ground beneath her feet soft as if moving over corpses, occasionally with sticky substances clinging to her boots. Unable to see the terrain clearly, she leaped onto a branch, continuing to follow the skeleton ahead closely.

The deeper she went, the harder it became to breathe the air. In this dark forest, ghostly wailing gradually began to echo. Green or blue light appeared faintly from afar, drifting over.

"How much further?" Zilvra asked, but she quickly recalled she was being led by a mere skeleton, incapable of speech. As the temperature gradually dropped, the only warmth she felt came from the weapon at her waist and the pendant on her chest — where Lynch’s Invisibility Gem was kept.

Suddenly, she leaped to the side, simultaneously swinging the thin sword in her hand to stab the withered tree beside her. A bat trying to quietly sneak away through the dense fog was pinned down by the thin sword.

Zilvra sniffed and, with a disgusted expression, said, "Reeking of blood from head to toe, do these undead not know restraint now? Quickly reveal your true form and lead the way ahead."

The bat struggled a couple of times, only aggravating its wound further. It twisted its body, transforming into a human male figure amidst a puff of smoke, clutching its wounded shoulder in pain, resignedly saying, "Yes, my lady. This way, please."

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