As the Songblade Elf sang her sacred hymn, three Silvermoon Elves in ornate robes appeared in the sky, joined by a Songblade Elf in a flowing white robe, bathed in radiant light.
Three Silvermoon Elves of sixth Sky Rank, one Songblade Elf of seventh Sky Rank...
Leon’s expression turned grim. He hadn’t expected to leave so easily, only to be caught without effort at the border.
Who knows what these Pureblood Elves are thinking? The closer you get to the Eternal Tree, shouldn’t the defenses be stronger?
These Pureblood Elves never build walls, so why set up such strong defenses at the edge of their territory? Are they insane...
A Songblade Elf of seventh Sky Rank—definitely high status among the Pureblood Elves. Maybe not the top, but at least second tier. And they’re here, blocking the way...
Leon didn’t think they’d noticed him long ago. With Pureblood Elf pride, if they had, they wouldn’t have waited until now to make a move. Once discovered, they’d show up just like this—four elves appearing with fanfare, not the slightest hint of worry...
Damn it, if there’s an elven squad guarding this spot, there must be more elsewhere. These elves are all lunatics—so many powerhouses acting as sentries...
Leon didn’t believe he’d just stumbled into trouble by accident. Three Silvermoon Elves and one Songblade Elf—this is a classic Pureblood Elf squad configuration. And it’s not a pursuit team, but a defensive one. Which means this squad is stationed here as guardians.
Before Leon could say a word, the three Silvermoon Elves made their move. Three beams of gentle, aurora-like moonlight cascaded from the sky as Leon gripped his Doombringer Staff and vanished instantly.
The three streams of moonlight fell where Leon had just stood, and the moment they collided, it was as if an abstract painting made of moonlight appeared in the sky. Brilliant moonlight vortexes formed, drawing everything within a thousand meters into their swirl.
There was a tranquil, artistic beauty to it, but Leon’s heart chilled. Within that peaceful scene, the crown of a giant tree within the range silently disintegrated into countless fragments—shredded to ash in an instant, most of the ash vanishing without a trace.
A terrifying power erased everything within that moonlight painting, and yet the process was utterly silent—without a hint of destructive aura.
Leon reappeared a kilometer away, watching as the abstract painting slowly returned to normal. The twisted vortexes faded, the moonlight dispersed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
That’s the terrifying part about a trio of Silvermoon Elves. Individually, their spells aren’t much, but combined, they become a lethal killing art. The intertwining light twists the space itself, flowing in rapid, moonlight vortexes—gentle on the surface, but deadly beneath...
These vortexes move far faster than any whirlpool—everything inside is shredded and annihilated in an instant. It’s not even that surprising anymore...
The three Silvermoon Elves looked cold and proud, their hands tracing patterns as they chanted spells in Nesserian Language. The Songblade Elf continued her sacred hymn, and as all four elves acted together, a silver moon seemed to rise in the sky. Vast moonlight poured down, eclipsing the sunlight—this place was now a domain of moonlight.
Countless thinner rays of moonlight rained down like a shower. Leon’s face changed completely—he raised his fusion shield, the chains on the Death Tome snapped, and the sound of pages flipping echoed endlessly.
The Violet Dragon Avatar burst forth from the Doombringer Staff, transforming into a majestic phantom of a purple dragon hovering behind Leon.
Rapid incantations rang out as countless Four-Element Bombs surged upward, colliding with the rain of moonlight falling from above.
When these moonlight showers collided, they formed a zone of twisted, luminous vortexes—dense as blooming flowers—enveloping everything for over ten kilometers, shredding all within to fragments.
A barrage of Four-Element Bombs exploded, unleashing pure, violent power. When this force collided with the seemingly gentle moonlight, a terrifying chain reaction erupted...
Destructive bursts of multicolored light filled the sky for miles, completely shattering the tranquil atmosphere...
As waves of Four-Element Bombs detonated, the forest below was ravaged by a storm of destruction. Ancient trees, grown for countless years, were torn to pieces; some had their roots ripped from the earth and shredded to fragments.
Seven or eight kilometers away, an angry cry rang out. A hooded figure burst from the ground, producing a Black Dragon Scale. A majestic dragon’s roar echoed from the scale, and the destructive force approaching the figure was suddenly stopped by an insurmountable barrier.
All four elves turned their gaze toward the figure. One Silvermoon Elf even shrieked in rage.
“Foolish Chromatic Dragon thrall! You dare challenge the dignity of Pureblood Elves. You will pay in blood—even war is not too high a price...”
The violet dragon phantom behind Leon, the obvious draconic aura from the Doombringer Staff, plus that other guy’s Black Dragon Scale—these elves were like a powder keg set alight...
The three Silvermoon Elves abruptly ignored Leon and launched an attack on the newly emerged figure.
Seeing this, Leon finally understood: he’d only just been discovered here, and these Pureblood Elves weren’t actually targeting him at all. They were guarding against outsiders sneaking in—and he’d just happened to stumble into their trap...
The battle had raged for half a minute; its intensity had already spread far and wide. In less than a minute, Pureblood Elf reinforcements would arrive. At this rate, even stronger elves might show up—escape would be impossible, especially with a Songblade Elf present. Hiding was out of the question; Leon had to get far away, fast.
Around the Eternal Ancient Tree, there were definitely more than three Pureblood Elves beyond Sky Rank, and the legendary Elven High King—an existence as terrifying as three Golden Dragons. If that being intervened, Leon would be wiped out in a single strike, even from this distance...
But Leon wasn’t too worried. If the Elven High King had to personally deal with every intruder, he’d lose all prestige. For a Sky Rank 7 mage, if the High King intervened, the Chromatic Dragons would laugh at the Pureblood Elves for a thousand years...
The Elven High King wouldn’t act, but a Sky Rank 9 Pureblood Elf might. Lingering here was pure suicide...
Now, an opportunity presented itself—Leon wouldn’t let it slip by. He chanted swiftly, conjuring an Arcane Railgun a hundred meters long, and fired a Specialized Railgun Shell built for speed.
The railgun wasn’t aimed at the three Silvermoon Elves, nor the Songblade Elf still singing her hymn, but at a spot over a hundred meters away from them—seemingly a wasted shot.
But as the shell flew out, the four always-arrogant Pureblood Elves suddenly paled. The Songblade Elf abruptly stopped singing.
Where the railgun shell struck, space seemed to twist, light distorting. A hundred meters away, the four elves suddenly vanished, only to reappear at the shell’s point of impact just before it hit.
The three Silvermoon Elves acted together—a burst of silver light enveloped the Songblade Elf, forcibly shifting her hundreds of meters away. The railgun shell missed their bodies, its terrifying rotational force tearing through where they’d just been.
The impact unleashed a storm of razor-sharp winds over dozens of meters—winds deadlier than blades, capable of shredding anything.
The four elves were shocked and furious, never expecting Leon to find their true position and suddenly launch such a terrifying attack.
Neither Silvermoon Elves nor Songblade Elves are physically strong—they’re born with immense magical power and control, but even a Sky Rank 7 without a shield would be torn apart by such pure physical force.
Leon sneered. After ten years of reading, he’d dug up everything—even the details he’d only glanced at before—especially records about Silvermoon Elves. He’d skimmed them in the past and wouldn’t have remembered, but after a decade of study, every word was committed to memory. With his current soul power, any detail would surface instantly—no risk of forgetting.
A squad of three Silvermoon Elves and one Songblade Elf—their classic tactic is to hide their true bodies. Light, aura, even spellcasting—they’re never at the position you see. Their unique gifts let their real bodies remain hidden nearby, so they don’t need shields. Except for wide-area spells, there’s no way to force them into the open.