It must be said! The Elf Queen's thinking was active, capable of conceiving ideas others wouldn't dare to.
But aside from this possibility, could there be any other reason? Who would care so much about the elves? Surely, it must be someone connected to them.
However, it must also be said… the Elf Queen's thinking wasn't active enough, her courage not great enough. She could have considered possibilities closer to her daughter, like her friends, instead of fixating on the elves.
The situation with the elves thoroughly shocked many empires and races. They only learned of the demon's attack on the elves after the fact. Planting spies among the demons was incredibly difficult; humans venturing into demon territory were simply killed. After all, to the demons, they needed no friends.
They thoroughly embodied the concept of "those not of my kind are inherently treacherous."
Therefore, everyone only learned of the attack afterward. The elves' demise was heartbreaking for many. The elves, renowned for their beauty, were extinguished just like that. Couldn't the demons have some appreciation for beauty? Did they know how many people their actions condemned to bachelorhood?
Damn those demons! No wonder your race has been unable to integrate with others since its emergence. It's because of your perverse actions. They've caused widespread discontent.
But soon, when news spread that the annihilated elves had been resurrected by a mysterious power, everyone went crazy.
Resurrection? Impossible! Such a thing couldn't exist. The closest thing was necromancy, transforming the dead into undead.
No one believed it. They thought it was fake.
But the returning reports confirmed that the entire elven race was alive and well, completely unharmed. Even the skeptics had to concede.
Many of the older generation of holy mages from the academies gathered. This was the most powerful force on the continent. They had dedicated their lives to magic, their understanding surpassing most. To be their apprentice meant a boundless future, becoming a holy mage almost a certainty.
"The news about the elves is true. Resurrection magic exists. We've studied magic our entire lives, yet we've never touched this realm. Not even a trace, a hint of it," an old mage with a white beard sighed.
"Magic is mysterious and omnipotent. Current common knowledge recognizes six elemental magics, but the devastating power of lightning exists, suggesting a seventh. Now, with resurrection magic appearing, it shows our understanding of magic is still in its infancy."
"Necromancy can transform the dead into undead, without warmth, without a heartbeat. That's not true resurrection. Only necromancy achieves something similar. What's the connection?"
"Is it light magic?"
"Impossible. If it were light magic, the Pope should be able to do it, but he can't."
"Could it be a combination of magics? Water, full of vitality, and light, full of hope. Could their fusion create something like resurrection magic?"
This conundrum drove the old mages to the brink of madness, completely absorbed in the question. They all wanted to understand the key to resurrection magic.
But… they simply couldn't figure it out. What was going on?
If Lin Fan knew they were racking their brains, he would have smiled and told them, "It's simple. The natural world is brimming with magical elements. Master them, and any magic can be cast."
Time flew by. Since nothing else happened to the elves, Ke Lan returned with her friends, bringing a smile back to Lin Fan's face.
Speaking of the elves, Sylph was still bewildered, unable to fully grasp what had happened. But it didn't matter anymore. Her people were safe.
Their return meant another unfortunate animal met its end at Lin Fan's hands. The dragons were becoming increasingly distressed. If this continued, they would truly be doomed.
Fortunately, Ke Lan and her friends didn't return often. Otherwise, they would truly despair.
Lin Fan watched Ke Lan grow, his heart filled with pride. He wanted to cultivate her into an independent powerhouse before the Dark God emerged. Judging by the current situation, everything was proceeding according to plan.
After spending some time in the village, Ke Lan and her three friends set off on another adventure.
Several months later…
A group of bandits was in a foul mood. They had been thriving, but unexpectedly, an adventuring party had set its sights on them.
Initially, upon learning the party consisted of four beautiful women, they laughed heartily, imagining what they would do with them after capturing them. But they soon discovered these women were terrifying, capable of things that seemed impossible for such delicate creatures.
"Run! Run quickly! These damn women are ruthless. When I get back on my feet, I'll torture them to death!" the bandit leader roared furiously.
They had committed countless atrocities, naturally earning themselves a bounty. Other adventuring parties had come after them, but some, overestimating themselves, had been completely annihilated.
The bandit leader was powerful, his group including skilled mages. They were a formidable force, unlike other bandit groups.
Suddenly, a whistling sound pierced the air. Before anyone could react, three arrows pierced the heads of three bandit minions, one arrow, one kill, leaving no room for reaction.
The bandit leader's face darkened. "Damn women, so ruthless."
Sylph, as an elf, loved life and was kind-hearted. She hesitated to be cruel, even to enemies. But Olivia's teachings had instilled in her the understanding that mercy to the enemy was cruelty to one's own.
We are a team. Our lives are interconnected. If you don't want your friends to pay the price, don't hold back.
Thus, Sylph became increasingly ruthless, ensuring a swift kill whenever possible.
The bandit mage, realizing the archers were a threat, cast an earth wall, shielding the bandits.
Ke Lan and Olivia exchanged glances, nodding in agreement. They charged towards the bandits.
Both were melee fighters. Reaching the earth wall, Ke Lan raised her greatsword and swung it down with ferocious strength.
From afar, Tia exclaimed, "The Girl with Monstrous Strength is at it again!"
This was Ke Lan's nickname at the academy. She possessed incredible natural strength. Many male warriors felt inadequate in her presence, calling her a freak of nature. Her strength was truly terrifying.
BOOM!
The earth wall crumbled. The bandits' eyes bulged, as if they had seen a ghost. What kind of monsters were these?
Ke Lan chanted a spell, and frost runes appeared beneath her feet. This was a magical amplification, an ice-based water magic that slowed enemies within several meters.
Tia, from a distance, conjured several fireballs and, with a flick of her wand, sent them hurtling towards the bandits.
Sylph drew her bow, the wind swirling around the arrow, enhancing its speed. She released.
The empowered arrow flew even faster. The bandits couldn't defend themselves.
The four-woman team, working in perfect harmony, slaughtered the vicious bandits, showing no mercy, each strike aimed to kill.
At some point, a bandit appeared behind Tia as she was casting a spell.
"Damn you, bitch!" the bandit snarled, lunging at her. Had this been when she first entered the academy, Tia would have screamed, frozen in fear, and dropped her wand.
But now…
Tia turned calmly and delivered a swift kick to the bandit's groin, then smashed her wand against his head, splattering blood everywhere.
"Hmph! Trying to sneak up on me? I'm not afraid of you!"
The bandit leader, enraged, charged towards Ke Lan, swinging his mace.
Ke Lan's eyes narrowed. The massive greatsword seemed weightless in her grip, exuding a domineering aura. Dou Qi enveloped the blade as she executed a sword skill, slashing towards the bandit leader.
CLANG!
"Such terrifying strength!" the bandit leader exclaimed in disbelief. His arm trembled, aching, barely able to hold on. His movements were sluggish.
"A magic swordsman…"
The bandit leader hadn't expected his targets to be so formidable.
They fought back and forth, sparks flying with each clash of weapons. Ke Lan seemed tireless, her greatsword relentlessly pounding against the bandit leader.
The bandit leader, at a disadvantage, sweat dripping down his face, screamed internally, Damn it! Damn it! Can you stop? I'm afraid I…
CLANG!
Ke Lan knocked the mace from his grasp. Just as he prepared to surrender, Ke Lan's sword descended, severing his head.
Her actions were swift and brutal, devoid of pity.
"Ah! The leader is dead! Run!" the remaining bandits panicked.
Sylph and Tia, like merciless reapers, continued their harvest of lives. They had investigated the bandits before arriving, learning of their cruelty, the villages they had destroyed, the lives they had taken.
So, their intention was clear…
No one escapes. Leave them all here.
Thud!
Thud!
One by one, the bandits fell until none remained standing.
"Ke Lan, are you alright?" Olivia asked.
Ke Lan shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm just thinking that the innocent people killed by these bandits can finally rest in peace."
Sylph and Tia approached.
"Amazing, Ke Lan! You were incredible! That guy didn't stand a chance."
"And he was supposed to be a seven-star warrior? So weak."