Chapter Eighteen: Advancing to Bronze Level 1, the Perilous Situation of the Elven Tribe.
Two or three hours later, around midnight, a noticeable noise appeared amidst the chaotic sound of rain.
As Loya was inscribing the sorcery runes, his body trembled, and with a "bang," intense, fiery magical power erupted from within him. He leveled up at that moment, becoming a [Bronze Level 1] extraordinary being.
However, although it may seem like just a one-level advancement, for a genius like Loya, each advancement far surpasses that of ordinary superhumans at the same level.
"She actually advanced! And her power seems even greater than Sister Raffi's." Linman exclaimed in surprise.
"Never mind me, you must have noticed the commotion around us, right? I have a feeling that enemies are coming," Loya warned.
Linman snapped out of her reverie and frowned. "Indeed, enemies have come. However, my task is to accompany you in inscribing the runes and modifying the Ship of Hope. As for the rest, let the chieftain and the others handle it. I believe they can defeat this enemy."
"I hope so." Loya continued working.
Today, the exterior and interior of this large ship are engraved with a large number of basic and a small number of elementary inscriptions.
They didn't appear complete or particularly beautiful. Yet, a special, magical power combined within them, generating a subtle yet formidable strength.
The heavy rain falling from the sky was stopped by this force when it reached the top of the ship, and had to slide to the sides, unable to continue falling onto the large ship.
"The clan leader's choice was correct."
The elven shipwrights, who were building the ship under cover of darkness, were the first to notice the miraculous changes to the Ship of Hope.
They had to commend Vina for her choice.
To be honest, when these elves first learned that Loya had killed their people, they were all very unhappy. If it weren't for Vina taking responsibility and suppressing everyone, they would have surely attacked Loya, their enemy, en masse.
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At this very moment, taking advantage of the terrible weather, numerous monsters, divided into more than ten large groups, attacked the Hope Ship of the Elf Tribe from all directions.
They are numerous and powerful.
At the same time, they are also very confident.
There was absolutely no intention to hide anything.
Their arrival immediately attracted the attention of the elven warriors scattered throughout the surrounding jungle.
The elven tribe, a race with a strong will to resist, did not hesitate for a moment when faced with these numerous monsters and charged straight in.
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"Never mind those little elves. We, the ratmen tribe, will be the first to venture deep into the elven tribe's territory, disrupt their internal stability, destroy their ships, accomplish a great feat, and obtain the blessings of the great dragon."
In the chaotic jungle, numerous rat-men, carrying swarms of rats, transformed into a long river, rushing towards the location of the Ship of Hope.
"Monster, don't even think about succeeding!" From the trees, elven warriors launched a frenzied attack.
One after another, magical wooden arrows, mixed in with the darkness and rain, bombarded the attacking monsters.
A large number of rats were blown up.
The water on the ground, stained with blood and flesh, turned blood red.
"Get out of the way, scatter, don't get entangled!" the rat-man leader shouted, then disappeared into the swarm of rats.
The remaining ratmen were also cunning, showing no intention of engaging the elven warriors in direct combat. They relied solely on ordinary rats to wear down the elven warriors and divert the elven tribe's strength.
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"You stubborn little elves, your end has come!" The old pig-headed man, leading dozens of fat pig-headed warriors, charged in from another direction.
They chose to engage the elven tribes in direct combat.
Their resentment towards the elven tribes was the strongest among all the monsters.
If they weren't from the Elven tribe, their Silver-ranked chieftain, Czech, wouldn't be dead.
Their pig-headed tribe will not decline.
They will not be coerced by various monsters into handing over the wealth that rightfully belongs to them.
"Disgusting pig heads, you're here again?" The elf from Western Europe, who was originally seriously injured, was now full of energy and led a group of elven warriors to charge in front of the pig-headed tribe.
"This time, we will not let you go. We will exterminate your entire clan." Xi'ou's face was twisted with murderous intent.
Teaming up with his nemesis, Loya, was painful for him. Now, the arrival of these enemies provided a convenient outlet for his resentment.
"Heh heh, young elves, great dragons, you cannot defy them. Today, you are destined to perish." The old pig-headed man laughed, completely disregarding the threat from Western Europe.
"Kill." Western Europe didn't bother with any more words, and immediately drew his bow and shot an arrow, beginning the attack.
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"Boom, moo moo moo." The minotaur chieftain Cyborg, wielding a thick spiked club, led a large group of red-eyed minotaurs, rampaging through the jungle.
Everything that stood in their way was shattered.
Even the earth itself was cracked.
The earthquake shook the mountains, and it looked incredibly awe-inspiring.
"Monster, this road is blocked." Raffi, leading a group of elven warriors, gathered from all around.
However, the number of elves is clearly less than that of the tauren.
"I know you; you are one of the Silver-rank extraordinary beings of the Elven tribe. However, you are weak. Where is Vina? Send her to see me; only she is worthy to be my opponent." Cybertron's face was full of arrogance.
Raffi said gravely, “The patriarch will arrive at the right time. Now, your opponent is me.”
Magic: Nature's Wrath.
After saying this, the remaining elven warriors joined forces and unleashed their magic.
In an instant, the plants within a radius of several hundred meters surged and transformed into "monsters," charging towards the minotaur.
"Weak, far too weak. You are not worthy to be my enemy." Cybertron scoffed, wildly swinging his spiked club, shattering the plant-formed monster into pieces.
Various kinds of resinous grass sap splashed all around, polluting the rainwater and turning it green.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The roar of the cattle echoed through the sky.
"Charge! Destroy the elven tribe's ship of hope!" Cybertron shouted, leading the charge.
The minotaurs were very obedient and charged forward as well.
"I'll stop them, even if it costs me my life." Raffi drew his bow and shot an arrow.
Even without Laffey saying so, the surrounding elves would do the same.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh," the elven warriors, all skilled archers, easily launched a large number of wooden arrows.
Compared to elves, minotaurs are tougher and stronger. However, they cannot ignore the magical attack of these wooden arrows.
In just one encounter, several bulls were shot dead. Dozens of minotaurs were wounded by wooden arrows.
However, most of the other minotaurs are still alive and kicking.
The situation was very bad for the elven tribes.
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On the other side.
Vina, of course, wouldn't sit idle; she dragged the green greatsword and rampaged through the forest.
She was surrounded by werewolves and demon wolves.
These monsters are born with a shallow understanding of the extraordinary, which enhances the sharpness of their claws and teeth, and also increases their speed.
However, Vina is very strong and fast.
Every move she made had a devastating impact.
"Bang bang bang," one werewolf after another was slapped away and cut in half by the giant sword.
Not long after, more than a dozen extraordinary wolves lay dead nearby.
However, the werewolf tribe was not frightened.
Instead, the smell of their companions' blood ignited their ferocity.
“Vina, the elven tribe is too small. When we get serious, we can easily suppress you with sheer numbers.” Zheke, the werewolf chieftain, said sarcastically from a distance, “You personally blocked my werewolf tribe, but who will stop the minotaur tribe? The ogre tribe? I think that just relying on that mess of kobolds, ratmen, and goblins will be enough to leave you helpless.”
Vina's expression was grim; the sheer number of enemies this time truly left her helpless.
"I will not admit defeat, I will not give up, I will definitely lead my people to escape." Vina gritted her teeth, her attacks becoming increasingly powerful.
Even so, a sense of despair also settled in her heart.
Although she was unwilling to admit defeat, her reason forced her to acknowledge that the elven tribe's current strength was indeed insufficient to fight against these monsters.
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