Chapter 387 If the Enemy is That Lich
In Silvermoon High Garden, in the lush elven palace, the young Elf King Aldarian sat on an oak chair, staring blankly at the magic mirror in front of him.
After seeing the hundreds of meteorites falling from the sky and easily destroying the Githyanki army, Aldarian didn't know what to say.
He once suspected that this was a false illusion.
But unfortunately, based on his understanding of this lich, his lies would never be exposed.
Everything he shows you and guarantees with confidence is true. The real lies will be hidden so well by him that you won’t even notice it after being deceived.
If this lich was not deliberately going against logic, it meant that the elves had greatly underestimated him before.
Aldarian looked to both sides. Sitting in this hall were the high-ranking elves. It could be said that all the elites of the entire elf race were here.
"Everyone, the lich deliberately let us see this. What do you think?"
Everyone was silent. The sight of hundreds of meteors falling was too shocking. The elves had lived for a long time, but those who had not experienced the dragon war had never seen such a grand scene.
But now that the Elf King had asked, they had no choice but to answer.
"Perhaps we can give him a little more of the magic materials we give him every year, so we can build a good relationship."
Aldarian looked at the elf who spoke. He looked like a middle-aged man, but he was about eight or nine hundred years old. He was the finance minister of Silvermoon High Court. He was responsible for the ten million magic materials given to Amber every year. Now, half of the first batch of materials had been sent, and the remaining part could be given a little more.
Aldarian looked at the elf and asked, "You just want to bribe the lich with more money? Have we, the elves, become so weak that we have to curry favor with others in this way?"
"This..." The old elf couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, most of the young and strong men in our elf tribe have their magic sealed. Now is our weakest time."
Aldarian snorted coldly and asked, "How could I not know? On my first day in office, I read the list of these magic-addicted patients hundreds of times. I know exactly who they are, how old they are, and where they are located in Silvermoon High Court. But they are just sealed from magic, not dead. They can live normally without using magic. Do you treat them all as patients who must stay in bed?"
Aldarian stood up excitedly and said loudly: "I have been patrolling all over Silvermoon High Court for some time, and I have discovered a serious problem. How do you appease these magic addicts? Do you know how to do anything else besides letting them rest more?
"Elves are sentimental by nature. These magic-addicted elves can be said to be disabled. Are you letting them rest more because you are afraid that they won't have enough time to daydream? They are complaining about the disappearance of their magic power and think they have become useless. Do you really treat them as useless and let them rest at home? Is there no work to do in Silvermoon High Court?"
Those high-ranking elves were scolded so badly that they couldn't even raise their heads. They didn't expect that this could make the Elf King angry. This lich was extremely evil.
Stared at by Aldarian's angry eyes, most of the elves lowered their heads and dared not speak. Although the Elf King was young and had little experience, he had already established his own prestige, which was the result of his previous achievements. Now these old guys were not qualified to take advantage of his seniority.
However, the elves are a race that maintains good morals after all. They do not hate Aldarian because what he said is very normal. They started to think in new ways under Aldarian's guidance.
Soon, someone said, "We can assign some tasks that don't require magic to the sealed elves. If the magic forge can't be used, ordinary forges can still achieve the same effect. There is also alchemy and the cultivation of magic materials, most of which don't require magic."
"Yes, although it takes a lot of time, it is better than letting these elves become useless. Even if the magic power is gone, we elves can still become warriors."
Someone started talking, and soon all kinds of suggestions came forward.
Aldarian did not speak again this time. Although in his opinion, many suggestions were nonsense and pure delusion, this kind of atmosphere was much better than the dead air just now.
The elves were never afraid of crises. They had the most powerful elven gods as their backers. No matter what the desperate situation was, as long as they could maintain their pride, the elves would not perish. The most feared thing was that the elves gave up and forced the gods to punish them.
When they had almost finished talking, Aldarian said, "You can discuss these suggestions slowly later. Let's get back to the original question. How should we deal with what this lich has shown us now?"
This time, there was no need to remain silent. Someone immediately responded, "Your Majesty, we don't need to worry too much. These hundreds of meteor explosions are nothing. We in Silvermoon High Court also have a large number of large-scale magic of this level."
Aldarian said: "This lich has only been out to sea for a few days. How many years did it take us to build the magic circle of Silvermoon High Court?"
"This...is not enough in offense, but it is more than enough in defense. As long as Silvermoon High Court is still there, the elves will have enough time to change everything."
Aldarian said with satisfaction: "Very good, you finally look like elves. But don't forget this detail. No matter how powerful this lich is, it is impossible for him to use such powerful magic by himself. Carefully observe the hit rate of those meteor explosions. It is really frighteningly high. This must be the power of the prophecy mage.
"What is it that allows him to use such a huge amount of magic power? Didn't you expect anything?"
Someone immediately responded, "Your Majesty, are you talking about... the magic net?"
The elves all have a strong talent for spellcasting. They are born with the ability to master one or several tricks, and it is very easy for them to become a magician. Everyone present is an elite, so they can naturally discover many things.
Although Amberxiu tried very hard to hide, when the Hundred Times Meteor Explosion appeared, the huge flow of magic power still left obvious traces.
There is no doubt that there is something special that controls these magic powers for him, forming a system similar to the magic network.
The magic network is a great system created by the goddess of magic in order to calm the wild magic power and make it easier for mages to cast spells.
This lich seems to control a magic web of his own.
This is the same conclusion that the elves came to when they did reverse cracking before. The seal on the magic-addicted patient is very much like a small magic net, allowing the magic-addicted patient to balance the out-of-control magic power.
However, there has been no progress in the reverse cracking method. They know that the sealing scroll uses this principle, but the elves are still confused about the specific details and how it is used.
Aldarian said, "I am sure that this lich must have obtained some forbidden knowledge from somewhere, most likely from a certain god. And given the character of this lich, if he is given enough gold coins, he can even sell himself. Everyone, be prepared. The continent will soon face war. No matter what form it takes, we must protect the elves."
All the elves stood up and agreed in unison.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Aldarian waved his hand to adjourn the meeting, then closed his eyes to rest.
After a while, a white-haired old man came in. This was Aldarian's grandfather, the former Elf King Hildas.
"Well done. You are more suitable to be the king of the elves than Catherine and I." Hildas said with emotion.
Aldarian did not open his eyes, but said with a tired face: "It is useless to be suitable, after all, it is difficult. Grandpa, we don't know what kind of future we will face, and the gods are unwilling to give me any hints.
"I can't understand. Since the lich has dealt with the Githyanki, the overseas dragons should not be a problem. So what is the problem? With such a lich that keeps saving the world, what else can cause the world to fall into complete collapse? Grandpa, if we can't find the real reason, the elves will be in great danger."
Aldarian is different from the previous two Elf Kings. His grandfather had made outstanding contributions and participated in the Dragon War. He became a hero together with Arthur Ryan, and only then did he succeed to the throne. Catherine was the next Elf Queen appointed by the Elf Gods, and it was not difficult for her to succeed to the throne.
To be frank, Aldarian said that neither of them was fit to be a leader.
Only the elves, with their great power and wealth, could withstand the turmoil of two elven kings. Aldarian might not be able to defeat them, but he was a true politician and a competent king.
Aldarian saw further than any other Elves.
The world will inevitably fall into war, this is an inevitable future, but Aldarian has no idea where this war will start and in what form it will spread.
Hildas comforted him, "When the war comes, we elves can only try our best to prepare. Didn't you do a good job just now? Don't be too worried. You are the king of our elves. You need to take care of yourself."
Aldarian opened his eyes, looked at his grandfather, smiled bitterly and said, "If it is any other situation, I believe I can handle it. But Grandpa, have you ever thought of a possibility that this war was caused by this lich and he was the one who pushed it forward.
"If this lich wants to destroy everything, how can we elves resist it?"
Hildas wanted to say that the elves were still powerful and were not afraid of any enemy, but this lich... Hildas couldn't confidently believe that the elves could resist it.
The strength displayed by this lich is not that strong, but he will always give you a hard blow in the most unexpected place.
Just like those Githyanki, they certainly couldn't expect to encounter hundreds of meteors on the road, and every one of them would hit the target.
How can the elves resist this enemy that cannot be predicted by common sense?
The only thing that can comfort Hildas now is Amber's recent behavior. He seems to really like saving the world.
(End of this chapter)