849 Please Have So Sha, Old Man!
Deep underground, there was a dark winding tunnel that seed to be leading infinitely downward.
At the end of the tunnel, a burly figure stood before a spacious cave with a ball of dark green ghostly flas hovering before him. The green flas cast exaggerated shadows onto his face, giving him an extrely sinister appearance.
“Didn’t you say that you’d grant imasurable power if I gave you my soul? Why was it so hard for to defeat Irina? Why was it that even Alex’s steed could send flying with ease? Was everything just a lie?” Borg roared at the ghostly flas with an enraged expression on his face.
The green fireball twisted and warped before transforming into a skull, which replied in an enchanting voice, “Don’t be in such a rush; everything is still under our control. If you had used death magic in the prior battle and been caught doing so by those idiots, you’d have lost everything you currently have, so we refrained from helping you at that ti. However, we’ve already successfully infiltrated the Tree of Life, and all you have to do is wait until we take control of the tree, then use the Tree of Life to control Irina and the elven queen. After that, everything in the elven race will belong to you, including those two. When that ti cos, you will be the sole ruler of the elven race and the only king in the history of the elven race.”
As the skull’s captivating voice rang out within the cave, the fury in Borg’s eyes gradually vanished, and a peculiar smile appeared on his face as wisps of dark green light erged deep within his pupils. “I’m going to beco the ruler of the elven race! Only I am worthy of becoming the elven king!”
“You’re injured, so allow us to treat your wounds. Death magic doesn’t just represent death; in reality, it also possesses life force that even life magic cannot hope to compare with...”
The coarse voice reverberated throughout the cave as wisps of dark green light flowed toward Borg from the skull, and the dark green light with his eyes gradually darkened even further.
At the sa ti, all of the grass all over the territory of the Borg Family almost instantly died and withered away. The supple trees also shrank drastically as if all of their moisture content had disappeared, yet no one was around to witness these unsettling scenes...
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What was that dark aura within Borg’s magic? It seems to be different from the magic that he used in the past, but I can’t put my finger on exactly how it’s different. It’s like a certain unique power has been intermingled with his magic, but just what is that power?
Within the starry cave, Helena looked up at a certain bright star above her with tightly furrowed brows.
“Hetty, get my star disk, and...” Helena’s voice suddenly cut off as she looked around at her empty cave, and then fell silent again.
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Within a secret chamber, Vincent looked into Elliot’s eyes, and said, “The princess has been deposed, and Mistress Helena has also shown us her stance. This is perhaps an opportunity for our two families. During this ti, the Baibilly Family will strongly support Young Mistress Sally in a bid to make her the new elven princess. In exchange, I hope you can promise sothing: if Young Mistress Sally becos the elven queen in the future, she must announce the Baibilly Family as the second most powerful family in the elven below your Brewster Family.”
Elliot looked into Vincent’s eyes in silence for a mont before nodding in a solemn manner. “If that day does co, our Brewster Family will be sure to repay your Baibilly Family.”
A smile appeared on Vincent’s face as he nodded, and said, “Alright, looks like I’ll need to make a trip to Chaos City in person.”
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In front of the entrance of Mamy Restaurant, a young man was looking at a pair of dejected n standing before the restaurant as he consoled, “Don’t bother waiting, Boss Mag has gone out to procure ingredients, and his restaurant will only open again tomorrow, so just co back then.”
These two n wore ragged clothes with bumps and bruises all over their bodies, and at first glance, it appeared as if they’d just crawled out of so ancient forest. It was quite apparent from their distraught expressions at the sight of the notice plastered on the door of the restaurant that they were clearly intending to have a al there.
“Argh! Is there no God in this world?! I endured so many hardships to finally get here; how could Boss Mag be away? This is too much for to bear...” Abraham looked up into the sky with tears streaming down his agonized face as he clasped a hand over his heart.
He and his beast tar had spent an entire night crawling out of the valley they’d fallen into, and only when the sun had begun to rise did they encounter a group of kind-hearted travelers who took them to Chaos City. They had thought that this would be the end of their misfortune, only to be dealt another heavy blow.
Abraham’s body swayed, and he almost collapsed to the ground. The beast tar beside him hurriedly latched onto his arm to help Abraham remain on his feet, and then hung his head with sha.
He had already ntally prepared himself, and he knew that he’d be lucky not to be executed following this trip to Chaos City. At the very least, he was definitely out of a job.
During this trip, he’d learned a valuable lesson that applied to beast tars: a good beast tar had to be responsible for feeding their steed. Otherwise, their master would feed the steed to the point of obesity.
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Mag’s return to Chaos City and his public announcent to hunt down all groups that captured wandering elves naturally drew widespread attention.
The purple-striped griffin evoked a sense of awe and veneration in the hearts of all onlookers, and the man standing on the griffin’s back drew countless pairs of reverent eyes.
“Chaos City has only just made an official announcent that they’re going to be taking in wandering elves, and now, Master Alex has appeared here and announced that he’s going to be hunting down groups that are capturing wandering elves; could this be a re coincidence?”
“Could it be that Alex has already forged an alliance with Chaos City? Or is he doing this for the elven princess?”
“I only heard just a few days ago that Alex was still alive; I can’t believe I’m seeing him in Chaos City now! I can boast about this for an entire year!”
“Arrrgh! He’s so handso! Even though he’s wearing a mask, his perfect figure makes want to part my legs for him!”
“Please have so sha, old man!”
The entire Chaos City was in a frenzy as those who had heard the news of Alex’s arrival rushed out of their houses, and then sward toward the northern city wall so they could catch a glimpse of the legendary dragon slayer for themselves.
“Alex is here? How interesting...” Within the city lord’s castle, Michael cast a surprised glance toward the northern part of the city with a smile on his face.
“That guy ca to Chaos City?” Inside a classroom in Chaos City, Krassu was also looking out toward the northern city wall in a distracted manner.
“Boom!”
All of a sudden, a fireball exploded before Krassu, instantly setting his beard alight.
“Argh!” Krassu was quite startled by this, and he hurriedly waved a hand through the air to extinguish the flas. He then looked at the charred beard with a depressed look on his face as he said, “And here I was making such an effort to try and grow out my beard again...”
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