Chapter 291 Let's End It Here, the War is Over
"Prepare--"
The commander's order brought MomoMei back to her senses. She drew her magic wand and turned her gaze to the human army that had gathered in the distance.
"Attack!"
Sunlight poured down.
Beneath the withered branches at the edge of the Emerald Forest, the metallic shells of magical golems gleamed coldly. They stood silently in rows, neat and orderly, densely packed, like an endless black ocean.
The elven warriors descended gracefully from the sky, their numbers as sparse as a few leaves on a branch compared to the countless magical golems on the ground ahead.
The appearance of the elves was like a signal, and countless magical puppets charged forward with an earth-shaking momentum.
A soft, magical glow shone forth.
The magical golems possessed an agility and speed completely at odds with their steel bodies; in the blink of an eye, they appeared directly beneath the elf, only to abruptly freeze in the next instant—
The once solid land seemed to have turned into a soft surface of water, irresistibly swallowing everything on the surface.
The turbulent soil quickly calmed down, the massive army of magical puppets vanished without a trace, and a withered leaf drifted leisurely across the empty ground.
Silence reigned.
The dry, yellow leaves slowly fell to the ground.
In the silence, spatial fluctuations suddenly spread out, and with a crack, a long boot stepping out from the spatial passage crushed the untimely leaf.
The human mage who was teleported over possessed powerful magical energy fluctuations, yet he was completely enveloped in a hooded cloak.
She or he pulls out an ordinary, standard magic wand and begins to chant.
The elven warriors hovering high in the sky watched the human mage but did not interrupt his spellcasting.
Xi, who was watching the game with her arms crossed, yawned listlessly.
As the human mage finished chanting, a blinding magical light flashed and disappeared, revealing an entire human army, also fully armed and ready to fight.
Before they could react, the soft ground beneath their feet surged up like waves again, and countless poisonous thorns burst forth, sweeping across the land with overwhelming force and entangling all the soldiers.
Without making a sound, the human soldiers fell in droves.
Far away in the land of life, Shu Xin silently watched this scene through the stream's gaze.
The soldiers in the human army all exuded a vibrant life force, just like the primordial elves of the past, except that the humans were full of passion while the elves were full of innocence.
Three thousand years ago, the elves were like the scattered reeds growing by the riverbank. They grew, blossomed, withered, and died freely. Then, the humans barbarically barged in, carrying sickles and hoes, cutting the reed stalks and digging up the roots. As a result, countless primordial elves died in bewilderment, just as the reeds fell in bewilderment.
Surviving amidst the bones was only an incredibly tiny sprout. She only knew that a reed-like way of life would be destroyed, but she didn't know how to grow to avoid the tragic end she had witnessed. The only thing she could learn from was the human race.
Although it was not their intention, the slender, soft reeds grew themselves into sharp sickles and turned themselves into cold, hard hoes.
This desolate land, barren of everything, became a battlefield for three thousand years when it was shrouded in black mist, and generation after generation of patrolmen fought bloody battles in the black mist, becoming wave after wave of warriors.
Those patrolmen who survived until the black mist dissipated were all battle-hardened warriors.
Thus, at this moment, they are able to treat the present-day humans as the humans treated their past selves.
Shu Xin felt sad, but also relieved.
The human forces reacted quickly, spreading out a holy and radiant magical light that forcibly flattened the surging earth and instantly pulverized countless brambles. At the officers' shouts, the human archers finally drew their bows, their arrows, gleaming with magical light, aimed at the elven warriors flying in the air.
However, the elves' counterattack continued—
A gentle breeze arose from the flat ground, and countless wind blades sliced into the gaps in the armor of the human soldiers, splattering blood. The next moment, the breeze turned into a raging gale, howling and spinning furiously, turning all the soldiers caught in it to dust. Furthermore, a sea of fire ignited on the spot, and the raging flames devoured the soldiers in large swaths, with shrill screams that were not human.
The elves, high above, were invincible without ever entering the arena.
The battle ended very quickly.
When the last tiny flame died down, the once-mighty human army had completely vanished from the world, and the clearing outside the Emerald Forest remained as clean and tidy as ever.
The spatial fluctuations dispersed once more, and the human mage, who was wrapped in a cloak, was teleported over again.
She or he stood alone on the empty land for a while, and finally drew their magic wands and began casting spells once again.
The fairies high in the sky remained silent, watching below. Xi raised her eyebrows with interest.
Another human army teleported over, their armor all shimmering with a magical glow. This holy light expanded rapidly after the army appeared, covering not only the ground beneath the soldiers' feet but also filling the air around them with pure white holy light.
However, this battle ended far too quickly—
Water elements joyfully arrived from all directions, gathering from water vapor into mist, and then from mist into water droplets. Countless droplets of water instantly merged into a vast sea, which engulfed all the soldiers on the ground before suddenly cooling into ice. With a crackling sound, the huge block of ice, along with the frozen army inside, shattered into dust, drifting away and disappearing with the wind.
On the barren and empty land, only the clean and cold air unique to frozen land remained.
The faint spatial ripples dispersed once more.
The human mage who was teleported for the third time stood in the cold air for an even longer period.
However, after a long silence, she or he once again drew their magic wand.
"Let's stop here..." someone seemed to sigh and say.
A tall and slender figure appeared before the lonely human mage.
This was a female elf radiating a peaceful and pure magical aura. She wore a loose and comfortable light blue robe, and her long white and purple hair was loosely braided into a fluffy braid that hung down her back. She held a black magical cat that was fast asleep in her arms, and even held a quill pen in her right hand. She looked completely out of place on the battlefield.
She appeared to be making no move, but the human mage was astonished to find that his teleportation spell had been aborted.
His gaze fell upon the female elf's hair, where a rather simple yet extremely holy magical crown of leaves shone. An incredible guess arose in the human mage's mind.
"Let's stop here," she said.
The female elf with the leaf crown remained motionless, yet the instant her words fell, the human mage seemed to sense the entire world's response to her—
The sunlight streaming down from the high heavens seemed to grow brighter, and the ground beneath our feet seemed to hum and vibrate, yet it also seemed not to. Was it the wind blowing in our faces? Or was it the cheers of countless elemental spirits?
The human mage snapped out of his daze and found himself surrounded by soldiers.
The dead and the resurrected stare blankly at each other, their eyes wide with bewilderment—these are the incredibly vibrant human soldiers.
The human soldiers of both armies almost filled the open space, and when they realized what was happening, a huge uproar erupted:
"I'm dead???" "I don't think I'm dead?!" "What's going on?!" "Did we die and come back to life?!" "Am I dreaming?" "..."
A female elf, adorned with a leaf crown in her hair, hovered high above, standing at the forefront of the elven warriors. She calmly surveyed the scene below, pausing briefly, seemingly to give the human soldiers time to react. Then she spoke, her melodious, song-like voice, characteristic of elves, resonating clearly in the ears of every human:
Good afternoon, everyone. I am very sorry to see you all here. I am Shuxin, the current King of the Kingdom of Garnar and the current leader of the Primal Elves. I hereby declare the war over.
That must be the language of the elves, each syllable beautiful and melodious. Humans could not understand the elven language, but all humans strangely understood the meaning of that foreign language.
The elven king declared in a calm tone:
This is not a ceasefire, not a truce, it's the end.
The war is over.
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Author's note: A belated Happy New Year...
Ugh, I thought I'd gotten past the most difficult part, but then each chapter got even more difficult! But the Lunar New Year isn't over yet, so I'll definitely finish the finale before then!
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