Blood Elf Monarch - Chapter 431: Camp

Golden Rainforest

Standard barracks made of wood and tents were set up on the outskirts of the forest. The area around the camp was surrounded by large logs that function as a defensive wall, and reinforced with various weapons, such as shields, cannons, and giant slingshots that could strengthen the protection against the enemy attacks that might come at any time.

It was a simplified description of Tristan’s defense camp set up on the outskirts of the place.

Golden Rainforest was a forest surrounded by valleys located 300 miles from the eastern boundary of the cities of Nexusia and Prontea. With dense vegetation and many species of plants and animals that could become a source of food, Tristan chose that place to set up his military defense camp.

Another reason why he chose this location was because this forest was close to his destination, the city of Prontea. Thus, it would be easier for him to monitor the situation in the city; Like he was doing now.

Armed with the [Infinitylens] binocular he had looted from yesterday’s battle, Tristan could observe every detail of the city very clearly. That was because the specifications of the binocular was high. Although the binocular was for astronomical observations, the distance of observation could be pretty far.

Seeing the state of the city that had been ravaged somehow made Tristan’s heart ache, he felt that he had made a powerful bond with the city in just a span of a few months.

He suddenly thought about the fate of his people in that city. Behind the tightly closed doors of the houses, there must be many souls who were being stricken with fear. Just thinking about it, Tristan felt bitter.

His body suddenly trembled as he looked towards the palace. He did not know what kind of fate would befall his sister in that building.

The news from the Messenger was ringing in his ears once more; Could he meet Layla again?

“Feel sad thinking about your people?”

A voice suddenly appeared from behind him. Tristan turned around, right in front of him stood a half-human elf he hated. n-/1n

“Why are you here?!” asked Tristan sarcastically.

Callan looked at the cityscape below him, his gaze wandering far away. “Just like you… I thought about their fate.”

Tristan momentarily fell silent. “You are no longer the king. Do you still feel responsible for them?”

The former King of Arcadia smiled faintly. “Once you vow to protect your people and the whole kingdom, then the burden of responsibility will follow you to death,” he said.

The man was stunned, Callan’s words seemed to be embedded in his mind. Regardless of how much he hated the man, Tristan couldn’t deny that Callan was a very wise and remarkable king, although their way of ruling was contradictory.

It made him think, could he become a king who always prioritized the safety of his people like Callan?

“Just be honest. Have you ever feel worried about your people?”

Tristan immediately scowled. “Suprisingly… i actually have”

Callan smiled mysteriously. “Then, are you willing to sacrifice your life for the safety of your people, Tristan?”

The change in atmosphere was very obvious when Callan suddenly pulled out his sword. Tristan immediately turned his head upon sensing the movements from some direction. Hanz was seen sprinting towards him while gripping his sword tightly.

Realizing the situation quickly, the man immediately put on a crooked smile. “You want to kill me?”

SPLAT!

***

Solitude Field

Day after day came in a row, the chaos that arose as a result of the conflict between the two sides continued to instill fear in people’s hearts. The sounds of clashing swords, powerful explosions of magic, and the cries and screams of the citizens had been altered into a melody that was no longer foreign to be heard in conflict-prone areas.

However, far to the southwest of the heart of the Kingdom of Arcadia, 100 miles away beyond the stretching mountains, a contrasting atmosphere which was so calming could be felt in the expanse of field. The place was quiet without riots; It was a massive field called the Solitude Field.

Amidst the grass that grew high, stood five male figures who were the leaders of the elves. There was Callan, the former King of Arcadia, with his loyal warrior Hanz, the King of the High Elves Castian, the King of the Dark Elves Vizier, and the strongest elf of all, the King of the Wood Elves Ivasaar.

Silence enveloped them, until suddenly the wind howled and the leaves broke free from their stalks. An airplane flying across the sky made a loud, piercing noise, sending the frightened little birds flying away from their nests.

The flying airplane, which was the size of the firefly then landed on the ground. As soon as the door of the airplane opened, eleven figures from the human race immediately descended and set foot on the land.

They were all important figures from Asgardian and Space Knight, with powers that were no less great than the opponent side. In total, there were 1 Full Moon Magus and 3 Half-moon Magus from Space Knight. Meanwhile, from Asgard, there were 3 Half-moon Magus and 4 Crescent Moon Magus.

General Jareth, the Full Moon Magus of Space Knight, immediately led the others to the enemy’s camp. Arriving in front of Callan, he immediately spoke with a sly smile etched on his face. “I heard you have done the deed, now let me see it”

Callan then pull out a bloody black cloth and when he opened it, there it was the head of the Blood Elf.

The sight made the Asgardians turn amused, a few of them has seen the blood elf before and to see him dead gave them some smile, the Space knights however was not convinced.

[ Cyclone Grasp ]

In an instant, a sudden gust of wind blew from General Jareth’s body. The wind condensed and formed a giant palm, and in the blink of an eye, the palm suddenly moved swiftly and headed for Callan.

And without anyone noticing, the item inside the black cloth had suddenly changed places. General Jareth put away the black cloth, an evil smile immediately formed on his face upon seeing the object in his hand. “Is this really him?.”

“Its really not easy to kill him. Now, fulfill your promise! Get off this planet!” Callan snapped angrily. Followed by the hateful glares that Vizier and Hanz sent at the Space Knight.

Major Cassius stepped forward, he replied to Callan’s words with a greedy smile, “You did good, unfortunately, we are not satisfied with just the death of the Blood Elf.”

Anger immediately took over Ivasaar. “How dare you break your promise!”

“You will all die in this place!”

Space Knights and Asgardians were confident to fight the elves, because judging from the number and level of strength alone, it was certain that their side would win against Callan’s side, especially without the Blood Elf who was their greatest and strongest enemy in this world.

In a situation like this, where Callan’s party only consisted of 1 Full Moon Magus and 4 Half-moon Magus; If a huge battle broke out, then it was certain that their side would suffer heavy losses.

However, King Castian, who had been silent from the start and only observed the situation, suddenly spoke up. “You are so confident about winning the fight?” he said with a mysterious smile etched on his face.

The Aesir and Space Knights instantly glared upon seeing the three Half-moon Magus, Aesir Vidar, Tyr, and Firsetti suddenly moving toward the elves and stand by their sides.

“You traitors!! You will pay the price for having dared to betray us!!!” Aesir Bragi exploded furiously.

“Sorry, old man, but I dont trust these outsiders at all” Vidar hissed

The clouds suddenly darkened, while fiery thunder rumbled in every corner of the horizon. Aesir Tyr closed his eyes, concentrating on the energy gathering in his open palms.

[ Electric Burst ] [ Magic spell tier 7 ]

The battle between powerful magus quickly started.