Blood Elf Monarch

The wound received by the former Forlorn King was too severe that his ability to regenerate was no longer able to work optimally.

Queen Leena was still trying to cast healing magic on that defenceless body by exerting all her might. But in vain, the high elve elder, Osgiliath, had informed that the former Forlorn King could no longer be helped.

"It's useless, Queen Leena. Your efforts will not be able to save him. Let him go in peace."

Meanwhile, the magus level elves just watched the heartbreaking event of losing such a powerful relative in silence. The atmosphere had turned sombre and mournful.

On the other hand, Tristan took the time to check how strong the former Forlorn King was using his system.

[Male, Elf]

[Full moon level]

[Battle Power: 480]

[Spirit Force: …]

"Full moon level? No wonder his strength is insane. Even the battle power is very high."

After several minutes of trying to continue breathing through his mouth, his body finally ran out of time.

Queen Leena lowered her head, followed by the other magus level elves.

The already motionless body slowly began to undergo accelerated decomposition. The body shattered and emitted black smoke that evaporated into the air. Leaving nothing but dust that could easily be blown away by the gusts of wind in the area.

Then a spherical light appeared where the body was supposed to be.

The light floated low above the ground. A very bright and dazzling light. The spirit soul of a full moon level elf was completely different. The light was very bright.

"Keep the spirit soul!" Callan shouted.

But— before Leena took out a spirit soul storage bottle, the light dimmed strangely.

"No!, there's something strange about that spirit soul. It's degrading." the high elve elder, Osgiliath, spoke up.

And right after he gave out hurtful information to those elves,

Suddenly a hoarse voice was heard from the direction of the light. The voice was as clear as if the former Forlorn King was speaking to them directly.

"I wish all the elves to return to their ancestors. Return to the world that should be our place of birth, death, until our rebirth."

"I just want my sons, my grandchildren, to be able to experience what a very perfect life is like in our real home. Seeing their happy smiles, seeing how they grow into great elves there is my biggest dream."

And suddenly, the light dimmed with the air. Just disappeared.

Tristan was still trying to understand the message spoken by the former Forlorn King.

"The real world? The ancestor of the elves?" Tristan thought questioningly.

And the death of the former Forlorn King was followed by the sky suddenly pouring rain on the area of ​​the battlefield that had ended. Not because of Osgiliath, who brought the rain. However, the sky seemed to share in the loss of a king who was known to be wise and loving to his two sons.

The expedition had to continue, and they decided to let the former Forlorn King's body remain on the ground outside the castle as a final tribute.

Tristan, however, heaves a heavy sight. that powerful full moon spirit soul just disappears like that, after he works so hard for it.

The six of them walked back into the castle area. Hanz had several scratches and bites on his body. Meanwhile, the worst was the condition of the dark elve king, King Vizier. The flesh and muscles of his torn shoulder looked hideous, his blood flowing washed away by the rain. Tristan helped him walk because the king really needed help.

The elve soldiers in the castle area were very excited to welcome the magus level elves who managed to bring victory. Even though most of them were also injured, they still cheered their leader from victory.

Princess Illiana came running towards the west gate and watching from a distance, she realized that something was wrong with her father's condition.

She could not wait any longer and immediately ran with all her might toward the king. Her face was extremely worried.

"I thought the titan wolf had killed you," Princess Illiana greeted her father sarcastically.

"Small bites like this don't mean anything. Wait– were you just worried about me? This is very rare. Ha ha ha ha."

The Dark Elve King was still able to make jokes in a condition that looked very apprehensive. He was very sure that he was fine and would soon recover when the king of the high elve had returned. He could only hope that the high elve king brought good news from his vision.

The strongest have walked into the castle once again, so the elven warriors opened the way for him.

Tristan saw how most of them were already badly injured and who knows how long it would take until they would turn into werewolves like what happened to Levi and company.

On one hand, Tristan felt this was an opportunity to gain profit. On the other hand, if this many transformed, the situation would become very dangerous.

Callan glared at Tristan, who was already busy imagining the next possibility.

"Your blood powers are incredible, Tristan. How can you increase your strength so fast? What exactly did I miss earlier?" King Vizier seemed interested in knowing more about Tristan's spirit.

"I will tell you later after when this expedition is done"

Tristan's eyes moved to find King Haladar, the king of Mirkwood seemed to be still trying to restrain himself so that the poison from the attack did not spread to his body.

Even though he couldn't get the cursed poison out of his body, the king knew how to keep it from spreading quickly using his magic. At least, he had more time to remain unchanged compared to the elven warriors.

Tristan brought the dark elve king, King Vizier to sit by King Haladar's side. The two looked at each other with pained expressions. That was before suddenly bursting out laughing in celebration of both victory and pain.

Callan started counting those who were left and those who were injured. This was a very unexpected number.

Of the 45 saint level high-elve as elve warriors, 25 of them were injured by the wolf's claws or bites. 5 of them were seriously injured, 3 died, and the remaining 7 were still in a state of exhaustion.

Meanwhile, apart from the magus level elves who fought on the front lines against the titan wolf, there was Princess Illiana and the three elders of the high elves who were still able to fight to continue the expedition. King Haladar and King Vizier should get treatment as soon as possible.

After counting those who were still able to continue the expedition, suddenly the two people who they had been eagerly waiting for their presence walked down the stairs.

The high elve king, Castian was followed by his confidant, Kolvar.

King Castian did the same with Callan, counting those who were injured, those who had survived, and those who had died.

However, King Castian brought news that managed to make the elves gathered in the castle have hope again.

From the [Soul Seek] he had just finished, King Castian managed to find two important pieces of information.

The first information was that there was ancient magic that could be used as an antidote to the werewolf curse. And he could perform that ancient magic to save the injured from being cursed.

Even so, the curses could only be lifted without healing the wounds they had.

And the second information was about the existence of a second layer inside the castle. A hidden portal that connected their current place to the other world they might have been searching for since the first expedition of the elves that took place fifty years ago.

After providing that information, King Castian immediately prepared the ancient magic he mentioned earlier.

The king clasped his hands as if in prayer while closing his eyes tightly.

[Freya's Blessing]

King Castian's body gave off an extremely bright white light. The light continued to grow wider. Then when King Castian suddenly opened his eyes, the light seemed to explode in a second and filled the castle room.

BANG!

Nothing was destroyed, only the sound of the explosion was quite loud. The white light disappeared after expanding to touch all corners of the walls inside the castle. It was as if a large-scale purification had just been carried out in it.

Those who were injured and kept moaning in pain suddenly stopped moaning. The pain they felt suddenly disappeared. It was all because of the light created by King Castian.

​ King Castian told them that the magic spell he had just cast was a very ancient magic spell from the Asgardian ancestors and the castle they live in today was a forbidden territory that was sacred to the ancient Asgardian ancestors.

This fact brought more questions to Tristan and teh other, "What is this place really is!?"

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