Chapter 483 Purifying the Dark Elf King
Seeing that the two elves were silent, Shu Li spread his wings behind him, broke away from the tree roots, flew around them, and floated in the air, facing them.
"I am now a high-level magic god, and I have the power to purify all dark elves."
He took out the magic wand from the storage ring and said confidently.
Ang Orakiri frowned and looked at the brazen little blond elf in front of him.
In just half a month since we last parted, the little goblin's strength has increased greatly?
To leap from a low-level magic god to a high-level magic god, even an Elf King who is blessed with natural talents needs to hone his skills for one or two hundred years.
It is undeniable that the little goblin in front of him has special abilities and possesses purification power that even the Elf King does not have, but one must be down-to-earth in everything, and improving his level is not something that can be done overnight.
Shu Li tilted her little head.
"What? You don't believe it?"
Although Ang Olaqiri had dark skin, Shu Li could clearly see the questioning expression on his face.
However, Etandin looked at him with an unusually fiery gaze.
Shu Li didn't care whether they believed it or not. He kept his promise and asked the mother tree to find the location of the Dark Elf King and purify him first.
He raised his magic wand, pointed it at Ang Orakiri, and without warning, instantly cast a spell of purification.
Ang Olaqiri was about to say something when he was suddenly enveloped by a dazzling light. A look of surprise appeared on his gray face. The next second, he felt a stinging pain all over his body, as if his soul was burning, and the pain was excruciating.
"Ah!" He held his head and knelt on his knees, his facial features distorted and his expression ferocious.
Etandin involuntarily took a few steps back, staring closely at the purified Ang Olaqiri.
He had deeply experienced the pain of purification. It seemed as if all the bones in his body were broken and reassembled, and his body and soul were thoroughly purified.
The first generation of dark elves had already merged with the power of darkness. Now if they wanted to turn back into white elves, they could only break them down and reshape them.
The more deeply tainted by the dark forces, the more painful it will be to reshape yourself.
No one can bear this kind of pain for you, you have to endure it by yourself. If you can make it through, you will turn back into a white elf. If you can't make it through, you will either die or continue to be a slave to the God of Darkness.
Eitandin was not worried that Ang Olaqiri would not survive. He watched silently, waiting, and saw his appearance change little by little.
After an unknown amount of time, Ang Orakiri's silver hair turned reddish-brown and his skin gradually turned snow-white. When the pain disappeared, his expression returned to normal and he slowly opened his pair of light golden eyes.
Ang Orakiri looked in disbelief at his own snow-white hands and the reddish-brown hair that hung down on his chest.
After more than ten thousand years, he actually turned back into a white elf and felt the pure power of light again. The depression in his heart disappeared and his mind became clearer than ever. Looking back on the mistakes he had made in the past, he felt that he was terribly stupid.
He actually resented and envied the Elf King whom he had always revered, believed the deceptive words of the God of Darkness, questioned the Elf King, ruthlessly cut off the branches of the Mother Tree, and committed the crime of betraying the God of Light and the Elf King.
Could it be that being contaminated by darkness would cause such a huge difference in temperament?
Or... was the darkness merely a factor that brought out the ugly desires within him?
Aung Olaqiri fell into a deep state of self-loathing.
After Shu Li finished the purification, he saw him kneeling on the ground like a sculpture, motionless. He flew in front of him and waved.
"Hello!"
Ang Olaqiri did not respond, his eyes still dull.
Etantine looked up at the gray sky.
He knew that Ang Orakiri's state of mind had changed after he turned back into a white elf, and he felt self-loathing and ashamed.
That was what he did that day, kneeling before the Elf King, like a lost child, tears streaming down his face.
Ang Olaqiri was better than him, at least he didn't cry bitterly.
“Snap—”
Etandin heard a loud slap and looked down in surprise, only to see that Ang Olaqiri's face was tilted to one side, with a small, tiny slap mark on his fair cheek.
Shu Li shook his hand. "Phew—you're so thick-skinned! My hand hurts. Um, are you awake?"
Etantine: ...
Aung Olaqiri: ...
Shu Li grinned and gently poked his nose with her magic wand. "If you're awake, quickly summon the other dark elves to purify me. Time is precious, don't waste it!"
Ang Orakiri had lived for tens of thousands of years, but he had never seen such a young and arrogant goblin.
Remembering his affectionate interactions with the Elf King, Ang O'Rakiri rubbed his slapped cheek.
Don’t be fooled by the little goblin’s small and delicate hands; it does hurt a bit when he hits you.
"Hurry up, hurry up." Shu Li poked Ang Olaqiri's nose with his magic wand again.
Veins bulged on Ang Orakiri's forehead as he kept telling himself that this was a little goblin favored by the Elf King and could not be killed with a slap like a fly.
It was rare for Etandin to see Ang Olaqiri looking so frustrated, so he curled the corners of his mouth.
It seems that it is not a shame for him to be beaten by the little goblin.
Ang Orakiri glanced at Etandin, stood up expressionlessly, and took out a light magic wand from the storage ring.
Although he was contaminated by darkness and turned into a dark elf, he did not throw away any of his white elf equipment and kept it at the bottom of the storage ring.
Now, he has turned back into a white elf, and the light equipment has finally seen the light of day again.
It felt so good to have magic again.
He now believed that the little elf truly possessed the power to purify all dark elves.
The battle is still going on at the front line, so we can only recall some of the dark elves first, and then replace them with the soldiers on the front line after they are purified and transformed into white elves.
Ang Orakiri chanted the spell in a low voice, released telepathic magic, and summoned the dark elves of the god-level.
The dark elves who were in the fierce battle all showed surprise on their faces. Under the cover of their comrades, they quickly withdrew from the battle and gathered towards the location of Ang Orakiri.
Thousands of magic gods and dark elves lined up at the foot of the hill. When they saw Ang Orakiri, who looked like a white elf, they saluted respectfully with burning eyes.
"It's time to purify it." Ang O'Rakiri said to the little elf floating in the air.
Shu Li nodded, flapped his wings and flew in front of the many magic gods and dark elves, and said to them seriously: "The purification process will be a little painful, just bear with it, and it will be fine after you get through it."
Dark Elves: ...
It’s not like they haven’t felt pain before!
Some time ago, on the battlefield in the Enkak area, they were half-purified by the goblins and suffered pain once.
It wasn't just a little pain, it was very, very painful.
Seeing the dark elves showing expressions of fearlessness in their fight to the death, Shu Li raised his delicate eyebrows, stopped talking nonsense, raised his magic wand and released his ultimate move.
To purify so many dark elves at the same time, he had to use all his strength.
In an instant, all the light elements in the air gathered together and condensed into a giant ball of light. Driven by the goblin, the ball of light shot out thousands of rays of light, entangling every dark elf.
The dark elves' faces changed drastically, and the pain came as expected.
Because so many dark elves were being purified at the same time, the power of light was consumed quickly, and the giant ball of light turned into a small ball in less than ten seconds.
Shu Li continued to summon the element of light to replenish the energy of the light ball.
“Ahhhh—”
The dark elves who were being purified were in unbearable pain and groaned in pain.
Ang Olaqiri and Etandin looked at their people rolling on the ground and felt the same way.
Shu Li continuously and instantly cast purification spells to completely expel the dark power from the dark elf's body.
After being promoted to a high-level magic god, he is indeed extraordinary.
Last time I was only halfway through the purification and I was already exhausted, but this time it was easy and more than enough.
With the deep purification, the appearance of the dark elves changed drastically one by one, and they turned back into white elves one by one.
When the dark power in the body was replaced by the power of light, magic was restored.
The dark elves... no, it should be said that the white elves threw away their reserve, cried with joy, and knelt down excitedly to thank Shu Li.
Ang Olaqiri looked deeply at the smiling elf, feeling a subtle mood.
After calming himself down, he slammed his magic wand against the ground and said solemnly, "I don't have time to impress you. Let's move on to the next batch—"
The elves were all excellent warriors, and they were well-trained to gather their emotions and rush to the front lines of the battlefield.
After being depressed for more than half a month, I can finally release magic as I please.
The dark elves in the battle were stunned when they suddenly saw thousands of white elves rushing to the front line, releasing powerful magic and easily killing a large number of monsters.
What's going on?
Has the great Elf King brought the White Elves to support us?
After a few seconds of excitement, I suddenly realized that the faces of these white elves looked familiar.
etc--
It's indeed an acquaintance.
They are the purified dark elves!
When Ang Orakiri gave the second order, the legions that were named retreated like a tide.
After Shu Li and the other second group of dark elves at the level of magic gods arrived, they didn't say anything more and just raised their magic wands and started working.
Another group of dark elves cried, laughed, and howled in pain. After enduring the severe pain, they turned into white elves.
After changing into light weapons and equipment, they couldn't wait to return to the front line.
Aung O'Rakiri then summoned a third group of dark elves.
Shu Li purified diligently, and there seemed to be endless power in her small body, and she performed the purification technique to perfection.
An hour later, he purified five or six thousand dark elves, and finally showed signs of fatigue. He sat down to meditate decisively.
Ang Orakiri spread his perception and observed the entire battlefield.
With five or six thousand white elves who could perform magic, the situation on the battlefield was reversed. The monsters were no longer a threat. The necromancers lost their advantage and were terrified. The defense shield outside the city was in danger.
Well, the time has come to make the Cecilia Legion tremble.
Shu Li finished his meditation, drank a potion to restore his strength and energy, jumped up from the ground, full of energy, flapped his wings, flew into the air, and continued to work.
Time passed in a busy manner. As more and more dark elves were purified, Shu Li felt tired and hungry. He took several breaks and wolfed down two meals of fruits to satisfy his hunger.
During these ten thousand years, the mother tree has been very diligent in branching out, producing many fruits and giving birth to so many dark elves.
How happy it would be if they were born as white elves?
Shu Li turned and glared at Ang Olaqiri.
It was all because he was easily influenced and had a weak will. The God of Darkness seduced him with just a few words.
Ang Olaqiri received the goblin's angry gaze, straightened his back, and accepted his condemnation.
Now he wishes he could travel through time and space and strangle his past self to death.
The sky had become completely dark, with thick dark clouds blocking out the moon and stars. The battlefield was in full swing, and the light created by the released magic was brilliant and colorful.
“Boom—”
The battle between high-level magicians is earth-shattering.
The border gate of Cecilia was broken—
"Huh, all right!"
Shu Li sat down on the grass, exhausted.
It took ten hours for all the dark elves to turn back into white elves.
Mission accomplished!
Looking at the white elves running all over the field, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Ang Olaqiri and Etandin suddenly knelt down and bowed devoutly to the goblin.
"Thanks."
Even if I have thousands of words, they cannot be as sincere as a simple "thank you".
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