Chapter 184 - Volume 2
Chapter 129 – Reinforcements
The mood in the forest was turning awkward.
As a Grandmaster wizard in the royal court, Fleetwood understood many of the events that happened before his very eyes, but he did not know how to react to it.
[Divine Artifact Resonance, Ancient Magic, knowing all our plans…..! Mother Marsha, what’s going on?! If this is really a dragon before us, we won’t be able to stop him from running even if he is at a young age.] (TL: I feel like it’s becoming a running joke as to how many different ways Brendel can be mistaken as.)
But Brendel was just as confused like them.
After that phenomenon, he had no desire to continue talking to them and wanted to leave. The biggest problem to him right now was the amount of people who had witnessed such the powerful magic that happened in the area. Anyone with common sense would believe that something wondrous appeared in this region. The southern region must be in a state of confusion right now, and adventurers from nearby, including the disliked wizards, would be rushing all over to this area very soon.
[Shit, this whole area is going to be in a state of chaos. I need to leave as soon as possible in case any idiots come after me.]
Brendel had considered many times as to how he would affect the history, but he did not expect to do just that after a few months he arrived in this world. He was not prepared for that and also not concerned about the Lionheart, but worried about the plan to take over the land he was targeting in the Randner region. He was even worried that it would change the princess’s next move in the future.
[[[Silver Elves……?!]]] Count Barre and the other men’s eyes popped upon when they saw them. No one had seen them for centuries. He nearly choked when he saw them appear, and squeezed out his words after a long time with much difficulty.
“Our allies of the past, the Silver Elves, you were the only race who had never participated in any civil wars. Are you going to go to war with the humans over one person?” Barre clenched his fists; the Golden Apple was too important to let it slip by.
Nalaethar nodded as he looked at Brendel: “I owe him a promise.”
“Very well.” Barre sighed in exasperation as he tried again: “But do you really think that you can match our whole army with twenty men? We acknowledge your skill, but we vastly outnumber—“
His words quickly faltered. It was not only him, but the people beside him quickly held their breaths, including Brendel.
Everyone saw a large patch of blinding silver armor appear, as Elven Knights riding on unicorns came forward to join Nalaethar and his men……
The Eversong Army.