Chapter 687: Dark Elf
Leon’s expression shifted slightly. These seemingly low-level spells were anything but weak; each one packed the force of a Tier Three or even Tier Four spell.
This seventh-tier water spell, Whirlpool Barrier, was especially good at defending against a barrage of low-level spells. Yet now, it was starting to buckle.
Leon ramped up his mana output and finally weathered the first wave of attacks.
In the brief lull after the torrent of spells, Leon immediately led everyone away from their position.
Sure enough, the next moment, at least seven or eight hundred spells surged past in a raging flood, wiping out a swath of forest hundreds of meters long and dozens wide.
Leon raised his Doombringer Staff and unleashed a wide-area Starlight Firestorm—countless fireballs rained down, blanketing several hundred meters around them.
A mass of trees ignited, and through the flames, everyone could see countless shadows darting in the distance—figures moving with uncanny agility, leaping and weaving between the trunks.
Even more magical glows flickered to life among the dense woods.
Anderson glared, gritting his teeth as he drove the Arcane Wheel, unleashing a barrage of Tier Five and Six spells without a care for the cost.
Being ambushed with his signature move, Anderson’s face twisted with rage.
And with the Alchemical Golem continuously unleashing torrents of spells, two terrifying magical floods swept through everything with brute force, flattening hundreds of meters of forest in an instant.
Only now did everyone see what those shadowy attackers ahead truly were.
Pale skin, strikingly beautiful faces, and delicate spellmarks etched across their flesh—plus the most obvious feature: pointed ears.
Leon took one look and cried out in shock, “Dark Elves!”
How could there possibly be Dark Elves here? Even Leon couldn’t help but shout in disbelief.
Dark Elves—according to the oldest legends, they were the children of the Lord of Wisdom. Their magical talent was terrifying; the entire race could be considered mages, born to wield magic.
Any spell, in the hands of a Dark Elf, could be mastered with ease—difficulty simply didn’t exist for them.
Their power came from the spellmarks on their bodies. Every time they learned a new spell, a corresponding spellmark would appear. When casting, they only needed to activate those marks.
Such overwhelming talent inspired envy in countless races—yet few would ever choose to become a Dark Elf.