Chapter 233 Chapter 28 Request
Although the Dark Elf forcibly caused her magic to riot and self-immolate, Verafia still used magic to form a substantial hand and drag its corpse back, wanting to investigate the real information.
“Dark Elf, I heard from the elders in my family that they were the fallen ones who betrayed the Sacred Tree and the Goddess during the ‘Black Moon Descent’ fifty years ago, and appeared in the shadows of the Sacred Spirit Mountain Range… The ‘Swertalfa’ he just mentioned is probably the first sacred spring purified after the Black Moon fell, and its name was changed by these fallen ones.”
The Wood Elf maiden Ain was also pulled back to the campfire. Her pure white long ears reflected a few streaks of orange-yellow luster, falling softly on her fair cheeks. The Elf maiden honestly replied, “It’s just that, but I’ve only heard about these Dark Elves, I’ve never seen them… I also don’t know why he would capture me.”
Verafia’s fingertips gently pulled a strand of falling hair as she listened to the Elf maiden’s narration.
Although most of the Dark Elf’s body was destroyed by the rioting magic, Verafia could clearly see from the remaining magic that, at least from a basic construction standpoint, it should not be below the Star Rank.
As for why he could summon powerful mountain giants, but was himself so weak that he was destroyed by the aftermath of Verafia’s spell, Verafia guessed, just as the Dark Elf had said, that in order to come to Peka, his rank had been lowered by two levels.
To capture the Wood Elf maiden, he was willing to consume at least Star Rank powerful combat strength… Also, she claimed to be Laphronos’s younger sister, but her age was so young that she had only heard of the “Black Moon Descent” fifty years ago.
Flarn approached Verafia and said softly.
“Sister, I think… she is not an ordinary Wood Elf, but a Dryad born from the Elven Sacred Tree.”
Among the Elf races, reproduction was not solely solely through mating… From ancient times to the present, in each generation, the elves with the purest bloodlines were born from the life giant tree that had supported the Elf nation since ancient times, and from the moon well and golden fruits beneath the giant tree.
And for the Wood Elves born from the ancient life tree, the time required from birth to the formation of consciousness could be calculated in hundreds or thousands of years. This also explained why Laphronos had such a young sister.
Verafia nodded, her scorching golden eyes looked back at the Elf maiden. Ain’s fair and delicate little hand was gently pulling her skirt.
“Miss Ain, if that’s the case, what do you want the Young Lady to do?” Ig asked, stepping forward.
The Wood Elf’s emerald blue eyes were full of tears. She clutched the maiden and looked like she was about to cry: “I’ve told you everything you asked… Please, give me back Gugu.”
Verafia’s gaze turned back to the Fire Pigeon held by Ig in both hands. The Fire Pigeon’s feathers and wings were drooping, and it occasionally let out a “Gugu” cry, appearing lifeless.
Verafia had also carefully examined this pigeon, but the result disappointed her greatly. Although it was indeed a Pure Fire Spirit, the spiritual power in its body was not enough for her to recover to Star Rank or Saint Rank, let alone upgrade the crystal by a tenth.
So Verafia angrily squeezed it, and the pigeon cried out in pain as it flapped its wings, “Gugu!”
“You said you wanted this pigeon…?” Verafia said, looking at Ain.
If this Fire Pigeon was as she had initially judged, not to mention Laphronos’s sister, even if she herself stood in front of her, it would be useless, but now…
“Uh, since you are an Elf from Branstad, and also the sister of that woman Laphronos, then, how about this sword? Ig, give the End to this young lady—”
Without waiting for Ig to react, Verafia directly ran to snatch the End from the boy’s body, held it in her pure white little hand, and placed it in front of the Wood Elf.
“Eh, this sword… can I take a look?”
Ain’s gaze was immediately attracted by the ancient-looking End.
Verafia handed the long sword to the maiden. The Wood Elf’s jade-like slender fingers carefully touched the sword’s edge, for fear that if she applied a little too much force, this ancient long sword would shatter like porcelain.
“What a strange sword, it’s so broken, yet it hasn’t completely shattered, and it has these injuries… But it gives me a familiar feeling, like something my sister made…”
“Of course! This is the sword of the greatest swordsman in human history a hundred years ago. At that time, Lothel spent a lot of effort to invite Laphronos to help forge the sword!”
Verafia proudly raised her pretty head and said. At that time, she had gone to the Elf’s Sky City to ask Laphronos for help, but the Elf maiden had become a riddle, and in the end, she only asked for a piece of chocolate cake in return.
Verafia’s golden pupils were slightly narrowed by her eyelashes, and she withdrew the thoughtful expression on her face.
“A human named Lothel asked your sister to forge a sword, right?”
Ain seemed not to know much about the history of the human kingdom, and nodded as if she understood but didn’t. But suddenly, the Wood Elf gently put down the sword in her hand, and her expression became puzzled:
“But, if it’s as you say, and this Lothel is the greatest swordsman in your human history, then why is his sword shattered like this, and ended up in your hands?”
“This! You just don’t understand!”
Verafia was choked, and she raised her face and pretended to be angry.
“In short, your name is Ain, right? If you can help me repair this sword, this young lady will return this pigeon to you!”
“Repair this sword?”
Upon hearing that she could save her pet pigeon, the Wood Elf maiden immediately perked up. Her emerald blue eyes fell on the ancient blade of the End, and her fingertips traced it as she observed carefully:
“Although the core, runes, and materials of this sword… have almost completely collapsed, since there is a fairly high-quality energy maintaining its existence, and it has been reshaped by someone with quite high skill.”
“Wait, that person, the technique used also seems to be ‘Burning Stars’… No, that’s not right, it seems to be a bit lacking…”
Ain spoke to herself, and suddenly, the maiden’s eyes lit up, but then she became disappointed again.
“What a pity, if that person was also an Elf from Branstad, and mastered the true ‘Burning Stars’, perhaps they could have reshaped this sword… Such exquisite craftsmanship, even many elders in the family cannot compare.”
Verafia was amazed by the young Elf’s judgment in her heart, but on the surface, she showed an impatient expression.
“So, can you help me repair this ‘End’?”
