A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 602 The Day of Demise

When Thranduil arrived in the Prime Material Plane, he was met with a desolate wasteland. The once lush forests had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and nine out of ten of the elves who lived there were now empty.

"You've arrived."

Thranduil returned to the royal court and saw Finrod's haggard face.

"What exactly happened?"

Even with Thranduil's upbringing, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, extremely unsightly.

"It's Jiang Shuzhou! He took advantage of our weakened defenses to attack the Golden Forest!"

Finrod's face was deathly pale, and as he spoke, a hint of lingering fear crept into his voice.

He had always known that Jiang Shuzhou was quite strong, but he never expected him to be this powerful. In just one exchange, he was almost killed by Jiang Shuzhou.

"What is the extent of our losses?"

Taking a deep breath, Thranduil suppressed his frustration and tried to remain rational.

"In this attack, we lost about one-fifth of our elven brethren."

Finrod's eyes were filled with pain as he spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, even though Thranduil had anticipated it, he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

One-fifth! That's one-fifth!

"The magic lock, is it not working? How come he can come and go as he pleases?"

Thranduil's face darkened, and his tone had become somewhat off.

"The magic lock really didn't work; I don't know why it didn't stop us at all."

Finrod lowered his head. This incident during his defense was causing him some pain and discomfort.

"You... sigh, never mind, it's good that you're alive."

Now, Thranduil could only be thankful that, despite Jiang Shuzhou's massacre, the main fighting force of the elves had been preserved intact.

"In that case, you pass on my order to gather all the remaining clansmen together and require all clansmen in other planes and other places to return. We will then consolidate our defenses, making it easier to defend."

This was the best solution Thranduil could think of. Now the enemy had the advantage of mobility and could ignore the Elven locks and attack their homeland directly. So the only option was to concentrate his people and send a large force to protect them.

"Also, try to figure out how the other side overcame the maze, and update the maze accordingly, otherwise..."

Thranduil didn't say the rest, but Finrod knew what it meant.

If this continues unchecked, the elves will be like a public toilet to Jiang Shuzhou—they can come and go as they please, posing absolutely no threat.

Given the critical situation in their hometown, it would be difficult for them to threaten Jiang Shuzhou, so they could only defend first and think of a solution later.

"Yes."

Finrod agreed.

"Alright, go and recover from your injuries."

Thranduil sighed, feeling as if he had aged considerably.

Sometimes, he wonders if this is really the right thing to do.

He proposed and carried out the plan to elevate the Elf World Tree to godhood.

Don't forget, Thranduil was also a mage.

"Teacher, you always say that the pursuit of truth knows no borders and transcends race, but have you ever thought about this?"

"Truth has no race, but sorcerers do."

He muttered to himself, as if refuting something.

A gentle breeze rustled through the air as Thranduil stood forlornly in the empty hall, his back view appearing desolate and lonely.

After a long pause, he sighed and then prepared to continue working for his race.

Being the Elf King is both a position and a responsibility.

With great power comes great responsibility.

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In the Ideal City, Jiang Shuzhou raised his glass and sipped red wine.

The wine was bright red, like fresh blood.

This stuff is made from blood grapes; it has no bitterness at all, only sweetness, which is perfect for Jiang Shuzhou's taste.

"That's great, that day is probably coming soon."

Jiang Shuzhou was very satisfied with this operation.

It weakened the Elven military, killed many Elves, and deepened the pollution of the Elven World Tree, which may now be impossible to remove.

In addition, it made the other side hesitant and cautious, and to some extent damaged the alliance between the elves and the gods.

It's fair to say that this time they truly won big.

The only drawback was that they were unable to expand their gains.

But Jiang Shuzhou can't be blamed for this.

He originally intended to unleash his full power, kick Thranduil, who had just returned, to death, and then destroy the entire Elven race.

Who would have thought that a cunning old fox was squatting nearby, waiting for Jiang Shuzhou to arrive.

That person is Bahamut.

If Jiang Shuzhou hadn't fought Bahamut before and hadn't taken precautions, he would have been tricked by him.

After all, it was someone else's territory, and the other party had the home advantage. In addition, Jiang Shuzhou had already achieved a decisive victory, so there was no risk of starting a battle there.

Therefore, after discovering the existence of Bahamut, Jiang Shuzhou made a strategic retreat and waited for an opportunity.

"Master, someone is looking for you."

Just as Jiang Shuzhou was sipping his wine, looking down at his orderly floating city, marveling at how well he had planned it, he realized that his plan was perfect.

Grace brought some unexpected news.

"Who? Who's looking for me? The legendary mage of the Alliance? Or that woman Vol'jin?"

Faced with Jiang Shuzhou's question, Grace shook her head, and then she said.

"It's a Druid."

"What? Druids? What do these cavemen want with me? Are they planning to experience modern life?"

Jiang Shuzhou's impression of Druids had always been that of a group of savages who ate wild fruits and raw meat every day, wearing grass skirts and looking exactly like primitive people.

Of course, in reality it wasn't that outrageous. Jiang Shuzhou's impression of Druids was that they were extremists, while the average moderate would wear a handmade imitation wool sweater.

However, it wasn't much better.

All the factions have always ignored these druids.

After all, sometimes their demands are so outrageous that they are unacceptable.

For example, turning farmland back into forest, or prohibiting hunting, etc.

The problem is, if it's normal environmental protection, then it's fine.

But this group of people had a completely otherworldly demand; they advocated for the complete elimination of arable land and its conversion into forest.

How is that possible?

Therefore, any powerful force would ignore this group of people.

If they cause trouble, everyone will only say one thing.

If you want to fight, then come at me!

"I've pushed it away. I can't be bothered with these cavemen."

Jiang Shuzhou waved his hand, directly refusing to communicate.

He doesn't have time to mess around with these people.

"But Master, it seems that what they want to lament is the problem of the elves."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuzhou frowned, then nodded.

"Alright, in that case, let's meet."