Chapter 633
This place was a peaceful and harmonious elven town.
Unlike the human towns, which thrived on trade, elven towns were locations meant to provide warriors of nearby villages with opportunities for interaction and training.
Unlike the humans, even a young elf would possess exceptional archery skills and decent close combat skills with a sword. However, most elves preferred the arts, favoring music, dance, flower arrangment and the like. As such, most refused to become combat professionals.
As free and easygoing forest elves, they could develop in whichever direction they so chose. No one could interfere with their free will.
However, the leaders of the elven kingdom wanted to avoid the elves being excessively self-absorbed. That would cause the military reserves of the entire elven race to be too relaxed. As such, they founded town-scale training facilities such as Jintha’Alor outside of the very common elven villages.
Elven villages located around Jintha’Alor had to send their most excellent warriors and all elves that had come of age to this town for training on a yearly basis. The former would all advance to combat professions and be drafted into the armies of the elven kingdom. The latter was more of a militia training so as not to let these young elves completely abandon and waste the traditional archery skills with which the elves had established themselves.
That was why Jintha’Alor was ten to a hundred times more powerful than the surrounding villages when it came to the elites they possessed.
Some of the elites that finished their training would join the proud elven army, while some who couldn’t give up on their hometowns would return and join their local garrisons. Both options strengthened and increased the pwoer of the elven kingdom.
It was hard to ignore it when such a large object pushed past the clouds and abruptly appear before your eyes while reflecting the blinding sunlight with its metallic structure.
From the uneven training grounds and platforms of Jintha’Alor, many elves noticed the abnormality in the sky. They raised their hands to block out the light and get a better look.
Just as they were murmuring and wondering about the identity of this suddenly appearing object, countless black dots emerged around the quickly descending ship. These dots flew toward the surroundings of Jintha’Alor.
The outer blockade squads had set off!
“Endor, the poison!” Greem solemnly spoke.
Endor was currently sitting crossed-legged upon an empty spot of the deck. Twisting and winding magical runes covered the floor around her. Pale green halos would occasionally rise from the ring of magical runes as Dense, almost solid-state green smoke was trapped within the array.
“Lord Greem, I need to borrow your Spirit of Pestilence for a moment!” Poison Hag Endor took out a black poison capsule from somewhere, crushed it, and threw it into the array. Meanwhile, she smiled and looked at Greem.
Greem didn’t reply. He merely patted his waist, and the magical tome suspended there with a silver chain flashed with a green light. A strange, green, and palm-sized puppet floated out into the air.
This doll had eyes, ears, a mouth, and a nose. It also had limbs. Its wooden body was also carved full of odd runes.
A compassionate smile appeared on the usually sinister face of Endor when she saw the Spirit of Pestilence. The Spirit of Pestilence also flashed and appeared in her hands, constantly calling out ‘Grandma,’ ‘Grandma.’
“Poison attribute magical golem?” Uzzah also saw this happen. She turned and looked at Greem, “Brat, I didn’t think you knew something about poison as well. Guess you can go and seduce a Death Witch once we return.”
Greem couldn’t be bothered with this person who had never liked male adepts. He simply ordered with a serious tone, “Do it, Endor!”
Poison Hag Endor acknowledged the order and sent the Spirit of Pestilence into the magical ring with a wicked smile on her face.
The next second, a horrifying scene instantly appeared in the skies above Jintha’Alor.