Chapter 642
Jintha’Alor Camp.
The large, bright moon was already hanging high in the sky. The beautiful faint silver moonlight turned the Fantasy Forest even more silent and mysterious than it already was.
The adepts scattered around the perimeter of the battlefield had returned. The work of cleaning up Jintha’Alor was also about to conclude. All the captured forest elves were escorted into the flying ship. Only thirty construction robots were left on the hill, diligently moving the large number of resources in the warehouses onto the ship.
It had been four hours since the start of the battle. Even if the surrounding villages had come to reinforce their allies after receiving news of the fight, they would be scattered and divided forces. They would have no chance of fighting back against such powerful witches.
To be brutally honest, Jintha’Alor was already the largest elven training camp within a radius of five hundred kilometers. Now that even they had been defeated, the only way to deal with these witches was to run to Astranaar City for help six hundred kilometers away from here.
The elves of Astrannar would require a minimum of fourteen hours to traverse such a tremendous distance, even if Jintha’Alor had managed to send word for help at the very first moment they were attacked. Moreover, this was a speed that was only possible if all the elven reinforcements were flying units.
If they were land units, it would be impossible for them to reach Jintha’Alor without at least two days and three nights of marching!
It was this sort of extreme control of the enemy’s information that allowed the witches to so casually scour Jintha’Alor and its surroundings for resources after a significant victory like this. By the time the elven reinforcements arrived, the only thing they would see would be an empty ruin of a battlefield.
“It returned…it returned. Ganna’s soul has already returned to the soul energy pool. Her soul has been badly wounded. It will take approximately two months for her to revive completely.”
The faces of all the dark witches present lightened up slightly upon hearing this.
The soul energy pool was a rare building unique to the Dark Witches.
The first thing that the Dark Witches had to do upon arriving in a new plane was to construct a special soul energy pool in a safe place of their choice. They would then leave the soul brands of all the Dark Witches in that pool.
This way, even if they died in battle–and as long as the opponent had no means of restricting or destroying souls–their souls would automatically return to the soul energy pool. Their souls could then use the energy in the pool to revive once again.
For the trip to Faen this time, the Dark Witches had already left the soul energy pool in the safest place, Shadow Island, on the very first week. This way they would no longer need to worry about dying on the battlefield.
The Fate Witches were truly dead if they were to die. The Dark Witches, on the other hand, had plenty of lives.
That was the main reason why all Dark Witches were such recklessly ferocious fighters!
The witches stood at the bow of the ship. It hadn’t been long since the fire started, but sparks of flame had also begun appearing on the defensive spells around them. Their elementium shields crackled and sizzled from the fire.
Of all the witches present, Uzzah was the strongest. As such, everyone else cast their gaze at her.
“This isn’t magic; this is divine magic. Dammit, how did we attract the attention of an elven spiritualist? Move. We can’t think of the resources below anymore. Leave now. Otherwise, once the spiritualist arrives, we…”
Before Uzzah’s orders could be executed, a blinding beam of silver light shot out from the holy and bright moon in the sky. A massive portal had opened in the skies of Jintha’Alor.
The next moment, a hundred or so silhouettes of various sizes emerged from the portal and appeared before the witches.
The portal vanished.
The moonlight faded.
The place had returned to how it was before.
However, a hundred furious elven powerhouses had appeared in the skies above Jintha’Alor.
The leader was a beautiful female elf. She wore delicate elven armor, with scimitars at her waist and a longbow on her back. Her facial features were as delicate and elegant as a painting, while her ears were sharp and cute. However, a bright full-moon brand could be seen on her forehead.
She stood in the air while the cascading moonlight behind her gathered into a mysterious cape that constantly let out beautiful, celestial radiance.
She opened her pretty, starry eyes and swept them across the ruined Jintha’Alor. It was only then that she looked at the witches standing on the flying ship and furiously exclaimed, “Blasphemers. Today, this will be your final resting ground!”
“In the name of the moon, I will punish you!”