Chapter 724: Seeking the Relic Spirit
The Fourth Elder raised her eyebrows and rebuked sharply, "Third Elder, are you truly going to doom our race's future with your stubbornness? Do you wish to become the tribe's greatest sinner?"
The Third Elder flung his sleeve angrily and stormed off, with Jairus following cautiously behind, both leaving in a hurry.
Once the Third Elder had left, the Second Elder finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned with a faint smile.
"Leon, we were wrong before—maybe there were some misunderstandings. Please, don't take it to heart... About the Relic Spirit of the Life Sigil Crystal..."
Leon nodded, "I can give it a try, but I can't guarantee we'll find it for sure."
The Second Elder was overjoyed and quickly waved his hand, "No matter, no matter! We all understand. As long as you can recover the Relic Spirit of the Life Sigil Crystal, from now on, you will be the Dark Elf Clan's most steadfast ally. As long as it's not something that would doom our people, the Dark Elf tribe will help you with anything..."
As the Second Elder said this, even Elsa looked at him in astonishment. Becoming an ally is no trivial matter—let alone the clan's most steadfast ally. To be an ally means taking on enormous risks.
An ally may request anything of the Dark Elf Clan, so long as it doesn't threaten the clan's very existence. The tribe cannot refuse, even if it means sending the strongest Mage Legion to war—the Dark Elf Clan must comply.
Elsa grew uneasy—the terms were simply too generous, and the risks for the Dark Elves were immense. It could mean catastrophic losses, not just once or twice. If the tribe weren't facing extinction, such terms would never have been offered...
The Second Elder brimmed with confidence—this was the most unconditional offer the Dark Elves could make. He was certain Leon wouldn't refuse.
But to his surprise, Leon shook his head. "I don't need an alliance. If I find the Relic Spirit of the Life Sigil Crystal, all I ask is for the Dark Elves to lend me a path."
The Second Elder was momentarily stunned, then delighted. That last offer had been a desperate gamble—the likes of which had never been made in Dark Elf history. Yet Leon didn't want it, only a path?
It was simply too good to be true!
"Deal! No problem. If you can find the Relic Spirit, we'll do exactly as you ask!"
Unable to contain his grin, the Second Elder readily agreed to Leon's request—he didn't even ask what path Leon wanted.
Leon simply smiled, offering no explanation.
After arriving in the God-Demon Dominion, Leon realized things were far more complicated than he'd imagined. The Dominion was vast, with countless layers—especially in the canopy region, where each layer felt like an independent world. Without a path, reaching the top of the Tree of Wisdom was nearly impossible.
If he searched on his own, it could take an eternity—and he might stumble into something deadly. Leon had come to the Dark Elf tribe after deducing, from the information he'd gathered, that they likely possessed a route to the top of the Tree of Wisdom.
Obviously, the Dark Elves would never lend out such a path lightly. Leon had spent days pondering how to find it.
The next moment, Leon raised his Doombringer Staff and began chanting a rapid incantation.
Suddenly, a five-meter-tall Gate of Eskrym materialized before the group.
As the frost-forged gate appeared, a burst of fire shot from ahead, colliding with the Gate of Eskrym in an instant.
A massive fireball, over two meters wide, exploded—molten flames splattered out, leaving scorched, pitted marks on the surrounding trees.
The intense heat instantly charred the trees where the magma landed, leaving no chance for them to catch fire—until, after a few seconds, they suddenly combusted, flames enveloping each trunk in an instant.
The shadowy forest was suddenly illuminated, and ahead, flames had transformed the area into a sea of fire.
Everyone was startled by the sudden change. Anderson cried out, "An ambush? Dark Elves?"
Everyone's expression soured; in a place like this, only the Dark Elves could pull off such a stealth attack. Given recent tensions with the Third Elder, it was natural to suspect him as the mastermind.
Leon frowned but said nothing, instantly casting a Life Detection spell, followed by an Undead Detection spell.
Sure enough, the results showed only Rainbowwing Butterflies ahead—no undead at all.
Leon gripped the Doombringer Staff and unleashed a Fire Rain spell, illuminating the area as waves of magical energy surged like a tide.
Anderson readied the Arcane Wheel, preparing to unleash a torrent of spells; Hubert bared his teeth, gripping Slaughter tightly, while Reina's face was cold, frost magic swirling around her.
Seth, once again a Title Archmage, could finally be addressed as 'Your Excellency.' He nervously gripped his staff.
Even Elsa furrowed her brow—she couldn't sense who was attacking from ahead.
After Leon's wide-area spell, a burst of magical energy flashed beneath the ground, and a Dark Elf slowly emerged from below.
This Dark Elf wore a tattered Mage Legion robe, his eyes empty and expressionless as he stared at Leon and the others. He raised his hands, and a pitch-black vortex appeared above his head.
Immediately, countless black arrows burst from the vortex, transforming into a rain of arrows that fell upon Leon and his party.
The black arrows sliced silently through the air and trees, leaving no sound—until they pierced the wood, where the edges of the holes sizzled as if corroded by strong acid.
A giant tree, three meters thick, was pierced by a thumb-sized hole that, in seconds, was corroded into a two-meter-wide cavity. The acrid stench spread as ancient trees collapsed.
Elsa's face changed slightly: "Corrosive Arrowstorm! Dodge, quickly!"
But Leon merely frowned, raised his Doombringer Staff, and conjured a vortex of flames. Countless flaming arrows shot out, each colliding perfectly with a corrosive arrow.
In midair, the sizzling sound of collisions echoed, but not a single corrosive arrow reached within ten meters of the party.
Anderson controlled the Arcane Wheel, and as it slowly spun, torrents of ice and fire spells intertwined, forming a swirling red-and-blue vortex. The violent spell clash instantly engulfed the Dark Elf.
A massive fireball, over two meters wide, exploded—molten flames splattered out, leaving scorched, pitted marks on the surrounding trees.
The intense heat instantly charred the trees where the magma landed, leaving no chance for them to catch fire—until, after a few seconds, they suddenly combusted, flames enveloping each trunk in an instant.
The shadowy forest was suddenly illuminated, and ahead, flames had transformed the area into a sea of fire.
Everyone was startled by the sudden change. Anderson cried out, "An ambush? Dark Elves?"
Everyone's expression soured; in a place like this, only the Dark Elves could pull off such a stealth attack. Given recent tensions with the Third Elder, it was natural to suspect him as the mastermind.
Leon frowned but said nothing, instantly casting a Life Detection spell, followed by an Undead Detection spell.
Sure enough, the results showed only Rainbowwing Butterflies ahead—no undead at all.
Leon gripped the Doombringer Staff and unleashed a Fire Rain spell, illuminating the area as waves of magical energy surged like a tide.
Anderson readied the Arcane Wheel, preparing to unleash a torrent of spells; Hubert bared his teeth, gripping Slaughter tightly, while Reina's face was cold, frost magic swirling around her.
Seth, once again a Title Archmage, could finally be addressed as 'Your Excellency.' He nervously gripped his staff.
Even Elsa furrowed her brow—she couldn't sense who was attacking from ahead.
After Leon's wide-area spell, a burst of magical energy flashed beneath the ground, and a Dark Elf slowly emerged from below.
This Dark Elf wore a tattered Mage Legion robe, his eyes empty and expressionless as he stared at Leon and the others. He raised his hands, and a pitch-black vortex appeared above his head.
Immediately, countless black arrows burst from the vortex, transforming into a rain of arrows that fell upon Leon and his party.
The black arrows sliced silently through the air and trees, leaving no sound—until they pierced the wood, where the edges of the holes sizzled as if corroded by strong acid.
A giant tree, three meters thick, was pierced by a thumb-sized hole that, in seconds, was corroded into a two-meter-wide cavity. The acrid stench spread as ancient trees collapsed.
Elsa's face changed slightly: "Corrosive Arrowstorm! Dodge, quickly!"
But Leon merely frowned, raised his Doombringer Staff, and conjured a vortex of flames. Countless flaming arrows shot out, each colliding perfectly with a corrosive arrow.
In midair, the sizzling sound of collisions echoed, but not a single corrosive arrow reached within ten meters of the party.
Anderson controlled the Arcane Wheel, and as it slowly spun, torrents of ice and fire spells intertwined, forming a swirling red-and-blue vortex. The violent spell clash instantly engulfed the Dark Elf.