“Ah, this little Ice Dragon seems to be out of it. It looks like I’ll have to step in! Hmm, no need for Little Fran to act. Fran, you just keep an eye on Ig and this Wood Elf.”
Verafia’s golden eyes lifted, and a cheerful voice like silver bells rang out. The young girl jumped down from the large rock she was sitting on, then turned to look at Ig beside her and casually threw the Fire Pigeon she was holding.
“Also, Ig, this guy is all yours.”
After speaking, Verafia patted her skirt hem, her hand once again condensed into a flaming staff, and she quickly ran towards the battlefield.
Ig was startled and quickly agreed, catching the Fire Pigeon Verafia threw.
As soon as the Fire Pigeon landed in his hand, it once again struggled and chirped.
However, the Fire Pigeon had already been sealed by the golden runes left by Verafia. Not only was it no longer burning hot, but its strength was no different from that of an ordinary pigeon, so Ig held it firmly, letting it flap its wings.
Ig felt the emerald eyes of the Wood Elf girl beside him looking at him and couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Elf, is there something you need?”
Ain’thel looked at Ig, but under Fran’s scrutiny, she didn’t dare to fidget. She could only blink her large, pitiful eyes and extend her fair, small hand towards Ig.
“Please, give Guggu back to me…”
Ig hastily shook his head to refuse, the pigeon in his hand held even tighter.
Although Ig couldn’t stand seeing girls make such pitiful expressions, the Fire Pigeon in his hand was almost the pre-ordered meal for their Young Lady. He didn’t want to replace the pigeon and be angrily roasted by the young lady.
Ain’thel grabbed Ig’s sleeve and persistently pleaded. In the distance, hot and crimson magical fluctuations swept through the night, accompanied by violent explosions, blowing summoned creatures with pitch-black markings into black smoke and fragments, then burning them.
In the battle, Verafia walked leisurely through the intense magical impacts and attacks, chanting spells and casually waving her staff. Under Ophilia’s coordinated attacks, the powerful treants and bear beasts summoned by the Black Robe Mage were almost utterly annihilated.
Even the most powerful mountain giants, with their extremely high magic resistance and defense, after losing their magic supply, took several of Verafia’s high-level spells before their right arm was torn off by Ophilia, who had transformed into a dragon, and then frozen by her frost breath.
“Boom!”
The young girl swung her staff and pulled it up. The huge Blazing Abyss sword struck the mountain giant frozen into ice. With immense magical power pouring down, the giant finally could not bear it and suddenly let out a sound. It fell heavily to the ground, shaking the ground fiercely and shattering into a pile of rubble.
“Finally done! I hate these things with high HP and defense the most! I’m exhausted!”
Verafia took a deep breath and then raised her face to clap her hands. Dealing with this last mountain giant had consumed a lot of her magic.
“However, from what I know… among the elves, those who are capable of summoning mountain giants are rare. This mage can still summon them… Ophilia, what do you think this guy’s identity is?”
Verafia looked at Ophilia, who had returned to her slender, graceful girl form and was walking over with a spear blade in her frost armor, and said with some confusion. The young girl blinked her scorching gold eyes again and curiously looked at the Black Robe Mage, who was lying in a pool of blood, on the verge of death.
The Black Robe Mage tried to open his mouth, but only made a “wu ya” sound. Bubbles of viscous blood rose from the wound in his throat.
Long before the mountain giant was defeated, the Black Robe Mage had been affected by the forbidden spell released by Verafia. His legs were blown off by the blazing flames after his black magic defense was breached. After that, he was pierced through the throat by Ophilia’s spear, severing his shoulder.
Even though he was not dead at this moment, he was only clinging to life through his powerful vitality.
In response to Verafia’s question, the Ice Dragon girl also shook her little head in confusion. Verafia then jumped to his side and extended her delicate hand to pull down his cloak.
After the young girls defeated the mountain giant, Ig, who had been hiding at the back, also walked forward with Fran. Ain’thel, the Wood Elf who was still tightly holding Ig’s sleeve, also followed.
Verafia’s flawless white fingertips pulled down the mage’s cloak. What met her eyes was a face swirling with black energy, also with the pointed ears of an elf. Although not lacking in handsomeness, his dark skin was painted with dark pigments and runes.
“This is… one of those degenerates from the Dark Night!” Ain’thel’s long ears perked up, and she couldn’t help but exclaim, covering her mouth.
The Dark Elf, whose cloak Verafia had pulled down, trembled with his fingers in the pool of blood. The dark red eyes on his gloomy face widened, and his throat vibrated violently, emitting large blood bubbles.
“Ain… thel, you and La… Vunoss can’t escape.”
He tried to move his head, his wide eyes fixed on the girl in front of him and Ain’thel beside her. His vocal cords, severed by Ophilia’s spear, somehow emitted intermittent sounds.
The Dark Elf’s fingers suddenly gripped the ground, and his face showed fanaticism: “By Svartalfar!”
Verafia was startled. Just as she was about to reach out to grab him, the Dark Elf’s body was instantly engulfed by an extremely powerful magical fluctuation, forcing the young girl to withdraw her staff and summon a massive amount of elements to block in front of her.
The surging dark energy, like a suddenly erupting tsunami, impacted the hastily erected magical barrier in front of Verafia. The flowing crimson flame elements and golden runes flickered continuously, and it took several moments for the disturbance to gradually subside.
“Did he self-immolate?”
Verafia removed the staff she was holding. The soil and rocks on the ground were miserably ravaged by the black magic that had erupted. The Dark Elf’s corpse was also burned, attempting to destroy any information the body carried.
Verafia then turned her suspicious gaze to Ain’thel, who was still holding Ig’s sleeve with her small hand.
“I… I don’t know!”
Ain’thel quickly shook her head denying it. Suddenly, she blinked her eyes and then showed a hint of anxiety, “But, he is indeed a Dark Elf… maybe to capture me, to threaten Lavunoss?”
Verafia rested her small hand on her chin, her eyes blinking as she pondered.
At least, this degenerate elf called “Dark Elf” came for the elf in front of them, and it had nothing to do with her.
However… could this silly Wood Elf really be Lavunoss’s sister?
