Blood Elf Monarch - Chapter 378: The King

After they learned about the weakness of the [Demonic Wyrm] monster and the ingenious method Tristan used to deal with them, the magus level elves once again regained their focus and began attacking the weakness on the monster’s head to defeat it.

When the group of magus counter-attack at full power, the 12 demonic wyrms that attacked them were finally defeated.

The fight was filled with blood and sacrifice. Two high elven elders ended up dying and were killed in battle.

While the others decided to take their much-needed break, Tristan instead kept busy with his new activity. He walked toward each of the monster corpses and extracted the demonic wyrm’s blood that had barely dissolved in the swamp water after being slaughtered.

[Blood Extraction]

Tristan’s body emitted a red mist and it moved to envelop the torn carcass of the demonic wyrm with the body separated from its head. Others of the fallen wyrm still had their heads, but had their bodies completely crushed by powerful magic explosions.

When this Wyrm’s blood entered his body other than the feeling of power, Tristan also felt a little strange. There seemed to be something different about this blood compared to the one he had ever extracted before.

[8000…]

[9000…]

[10000…]

Not only was this Blood a high-quality blood, but he could also feel the unique sensation. Different. Yet familiarity with him. That impression, however, was soon forgotten when a notification came to his mind about the large number of blood cells he got.

From the 12 corpses of the wyrm he got about 10,000 blood essence from each,

[A mix of 12000 high-quality blood cells were found]

[Extracting and filtering the blood cells…]

[97520 Blood Essence gained]

[Current blood essence 168020]

He smiled in satisfaction after he rechecked his current reserve of blood essence. Finally he started to get something he was looking for from this expedition. Even though he hadn’t managed to get a single spirit soul yet. If he could fight a dozen more of these monsters, the trip would somehow be worthy of his time already.

His eyes then fell back on Kolvar who was leaning against a large tree trunk.

“How can I take those spirit souls from him?” Tristan thought, still trying to find an opening.

He walked over to the gathering of elves after completing [Blood Extraction] on the demonic wyrm. It seemed they were discussing how Ivaasar The King of Vanyar had survived in a place like this for fifty years.

“Uncle Ivaasar, I am glad to see you again.” Callan saluted the Vanyar king

“How many people survived the expedition 50 years ago besides you? Are you willing to give details?” King Castian had opened the conversation.

Ivaasar’s eyes suddenly fell on Callan with a changed expression and then he said.

“Everyone, come and follow me.”

​ King Ivaasar invited the magus level elves to follow him.

Everything went according to the orders of the King of Vanyar. They followed him in silence.

On the way, Tristan purposely walked in the back row to use his scanning system to check how strong King Ivaasar was. He distinctly remembered that the air pressure changed drastically when the king appeared to save his wife.

[Male, Elf]

[Full Moon Level]

“Full moon level?! Dammit, just how strong he is?” Tristan muttered under his breath, not expecting that King Ivaasar would be that strong.

After walking quite a distance through the marsh water that didn’t decrease in the slightest, Tristan followed King Ivaasar who led the path. They entered through the gaps in the trees, and Tristan couldn’t help but grimace.

His trunks were drenched as the cloth continued to absorb water from the marsh.

He sighed.

Just walking in the swamp was already very inconvenient, plus he had to change his body position so that he could fit when entering through a very narrow tree gap.

With his enhanced senses, Tristan could smell different scents from tree trunks and swamp water. He could also smell a very subtle scent, almost undetectable.

His gaze soon immediately adapted to seeing from a distance. And up ahead, twenty meters through the gaps in the branches, Tristan saw a large tree house hanging over the trees.

He assumed that was the place they were going. King Ivaasar must have used his magic to create a treehouse that looked very sturdy and was well hidden in the trees that were very short of each other.

When they were almost there, it was not only Tristan who managed to be amazed by King Ivaasar’s masterpiece.

“Extraordinary. Did you make it yourself?” asked King Castian, unable to hide his admiration.

Like an artificial tree house that was deliberately hidden inside the water trees that were barely attached to each other, there was no gap that separated them so that they were safer from monster invasion.

A very strategic location, surmised Tristan. The size of the tree house was very large with enough room for many people living in it. At first glance, it looked like a mini castle made of plants that looked very sturdy and who knew how many years it could last.

King Ivaasar then used plant magic [Growing Root] which instantly turned footholds for magus level elves including Tristan. Footings made of plant roots that also moved upwards, growing so that they too can set foot on the tree palace made by the king.

Tristan saw a figure that became the source of the human scent that could be smelled by his nose.

There was a tree trunk in the shape of a majestic throne facing outward in that place. On top of the throne, several pieces of clothing made of beast skins seemed to have been deliberately left lying on it.

In addition, the broken head armor with bloodstains that had dried for some time seemed to be stuck on the throne, facing the direction of those who had just arrived.

“My brother, Siegward, Look who’s coming to visit today.” King Ivaasar bent his knees down and faced the throne respectfully.

The others looked at each other questioningly. However, not for Callan. He seemed unable to believe what he had just heard.

“Uncle… is this… this is my father? What happened uncle? please tell me”

“After surviving the second layer, there were only 4 of us left; however soon enough there were only two of us. me and my brother, Siegward The former King of Arcadia, who managed to survive.”

As the former king of Vanyar retell his story, everyone listen attentively

“But he is no longer here with us. My brother Siegward sacrificed to give me time to save myself from a boss monster that we can’t possibly fight. I will always remember his sacrifice.” King Ivaasar lowered his tone respectfully. There was a deep sense of loss in that sentence.

Understanding the current situation, King Castian patted Callan on the shoulder from behind.

“I am sorry for your loss. He is a great king. The People of Arcadia will definitely be missing out a lot.”

Tristan could see Callan’s body starting to shake violently. Eventually he wobbled to the side and Hanz immediately supported his body.

“My father,” Callan who seemed to be trying to stay strong despite the sad news he had just received. One of the biggest reasons for returning to the elven expedition after 50 years ago was because he still hoped to meet his father, The former king of Arcadia.

The Queen Vanyar Leena was also seen crying, Siegward was not only a brother to her. He was also the best of the wood elves and a symbol of peace between humans and elves. He was the one who worked so hard to rebuild relationships between humans and elves for more than 1000 years and the creation of the Arcadia kingdom.

The elves then paid their last respects to the former Arcadian king who had died in the expedition 50 years ago by bowing their heads while kneeling on the place they currently stood.

Several minutes passed in silence. The atmosphere of mourning and loss left neither of them unable to utter a word.

However, not for Tristan.

He again thought about how strong the monster the king, King Ivaasar had fought before, that it had actually forced the man to run away and caused the human king to die in battle.

Given that King Ivaasar is a full moon level elf, Tristan was getting more and more curious about the monsters the former can’t beat.

“How strong exactly was the monster you encountered, King Ivaasar?” Tristan asked the question while the others were still mourning the king’s death.

King Ivaasar looked at Tristan with a raised eyebrow. He seemed to be judging Tristan from top to bottom with a sour expression.

“Who are you really?”

Being asked so suddenly, Tristan confidently answered, “I am Tristan, the current king of Arcadia.”

The full moon magus was visibly surprised to hear such an answer.

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Written and Directed by Avans, Published by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,