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Chapter 398 Dark-Elf Queen vs. Elf Queen

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Bonus Chapter (2)

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Lathel walked for two more days and found an area that interested him.

Looking down in the air, this place seemed to be covered by a layer of black fog. However, Lathel could still see countless skeletons of all kinds of races and weapons scattered everywhere.

The aura of death and killing intent was so heavy that a layer of black mist covered the entire area.

The cold wind blew, bringing with it the sound of countless people screaming in pain and despair.

In the distance, there were also the skeletons of giant monsters, which seemed to be controlled to participate in this brutal war.

Lathel slowly descended, standing in the middle of the area that was once a fierce battlefield for countless races. Even though he was in a spirit state, he could still feel a terrifying and cold murderous aura that scared him.

'It seems... it's normal for people from other tribes to not be able to come here to pick up weapons.'

Lathel finally answered the question of why the surrounding tribes didn't come to the battlefield to pick up weapons.

Anyway, their weapons were only made from wood, stone, or animal bones. The weapons here are all made of metal, and there are even many magic weapons here.

However, after seeing the murderous aura and death aura that had condensed into a layer of mist, he knew it was impossible.

Even ordinary adventurers would not be able to survive here, and ordinary people in the surrounding tribes could not endure this fog.

If you stay in the fog for a long time, your life energy will gradually be exhausted, or you will even go crazy immediately.

If the fog spreads around, Lathel feels that the surrounding tribes will also encounter the same situation.

Perhaps because of that, no one dared to stay around this place or come here to pick up weapons.

'The tribe that owns that crossbow-like weapon probably didn't pick up weapons from this place either. If a few surviving soldiers ran away or died somewhere else, there wouldn't be too much killing intent.'

Lathel walked around this place, and of course, he also remembered clearly where he was before so he could come back later.

After that, he left.

After flying in the sky for a while, he suddenly saw in the distance what seemed to be someone fighting.

Lathel flew close to that place and saw a tornado appear from the sky, descending to the ground.

The tornado was extremely terrifying, knocking everything away, including stones weighing tens of kilogrammes and giant trees.

In that whirlwind, the stones flying at terrific speed also became bullets that shot around.

The surrounding soldiers were also thrown away, and some stones even penetrated the outer armour.

Lathel frowned. He didn't think there were so many people fighting here.

'Wait! That's…' Lathel looked into the distance, where there were two female Dark-Elves; however, the most important thing was that one of them was Iritellis.

'Iritellis, why is she here? Could it be that... her trial is also in this era?'

Lathel felt worried and began to fly after them. When approaching, Lathel realised that Iritellis was helping the dark-elf girl run away.

The Dark Elf girl being carried by Iritellis was very beautiful; her yellow eyes were extremely dazzling. However, there were many wounds on her body, and some were even so deep that the bones inside were visible.

She had lost her left arm, and blood was flowing out like a stream even though the wound was tied tightly with a small piece of cloth.

"Iritellis, you should go first." The Dark-Elf girl being helped by Iritellis spoke up: "I... I can't run anymore."

Iritellis gritted her teeth, pulled the girl onto her back, and said: "Don't worry, I'll carry you."

She tried to carry that Dark-Elf girl on her back; however, she became even slower.

Every step Iritellis took was filled with fatigue and instability, as if she might fall at any moment.

"Iritellis… Listen to me…"

"No, Avila, I will not leave you behind; you are the Dark-Elf queen, you are the last hope of the Dark-Elf race."

"Enough… Iritellis…" Avila sighed and said: "Put me down; I know what my body is like. At least… you can escape successfully."

Iritellis pretended not to hear and continued to carry Avila. When she found a cave that appeared to have been left behind by tribes that had fled, she headed inside.

Iritellis gently laid Avila down, then examined her body. The bleeding continued, and even though Iritellis used healing magic, Avila's life force continued to weaken.

If no miracle happens, Avila will definitely die.

Iritellis pursed her lips tightly while muttering: "Master, what must I do? What must I do to save the Dark-Elf Queen?"

Lathel stood beside her and sighed. Even though he was currently standing next to Iritellis, he couldn't touch her or help her.

And of course, she and Avila couldn't see, hear, or touch him.

Iritellis cried, her tears falling like two rivers on her face: "Avila, you... you have to try to survive; don't die."

Avila smiled tiredly: "Iritellis, I know I will die, so... you should replace me and lead the Dark-Elf clan."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took out a large pearl from her space bag that was as big as the tip of her thumb. However, inside that pearl was a small black crown, emitting a mysterious black aura.

Iritellis shook his head and quickly said: "Don't say that; you can definitely get over it."

Avila stuffed the pearl into Iritellis's hand, smiled, and said: "Iritellis, you are very special. I feel… like you don't belong to this era."

"Even though you say you are just a slave and you have your own master, however… I feel like I can trust you."

"It's funny; I don't know why I am having these thoughts, but... my intuition has never been wrong."

"Iritellis, the Dark-Elf race is said to be dirty… but, until now, my body is still clean. That's why I can use that kind of magic..."

"What do you mean…" Iritellis was startled, as if she knew exactly what Avila would do: "No, I don't need to."

"Do not say it like that. From now on, you are the Dark-Elf queen; please replace me. Develop the Dark-Elf clan." Avila smiled and said: "I don't wish for the Dark-Elf race to become a superior race; I only wish for us to have a good and happy life."

As soon as she finished speaking, from the centre of her chest, a magic circle appeared. That magic circle seemed to have some kind of strange power, drawing a black ball of energy from the centre of Avila's chest.

The ball slowly drifted in front of Iritellis, at which point Avila continued: "This is the first gift and also the last gift I give you."

"Iritellis, the Dark-Elf clan from now on... can only rely on you."

Iritellis pursed her lips tightly, tears flowing out and mixing with the blood on her face, making her even more pitiful.

"They are here!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out in the distance.

"Hurry up!" Avila pushed Iritellis away.

Iritellis didn't want to go, but when she saw Avila's eyes, she clenched her teeth, carrying Avila's energy ball and running away.

Avila looked at Iritellis's back, not feeling angry at all but, on the contrary, happy that Iritellis was able to escape.

Just a few minutes later, a group of elves appeared in front of the cave gate. Of course, their skin was all white, and their hair was characteristically blond.

A woman dressed extremely luxuriously, wearing a white crown on her head, stepped forward. Her face was beautiful, but it carried a terrifying coldness.

She waved her hand, and a group of female elves raced into the cave, carrying Avila outside.

The Elf queen frowned and said softly: "Finally, your Dark-Elf race was destroyed."

"You make me feel very troubled, Avila. A weak and dirty race like you can survive until now; I don't know if it's thanks to a miracle or my pity."

"Hahahaha…" Avila knelt on the ground, laughing madly: "Elf Queen, do you think you are noble? Wrong, you guys are still dirtier than the Dark-Elves."

"You are willing to be slaves to humanity to give birth to many descendants for the Elf race, but my Dark-Elf race will never do that."

"Ah!" The Elf Queen smiled contemptuously: "You are wrong. I am not willing to be a slave to humanity; I am only using those idiots to increase the number of elves."

"When the number of elves is large enough, I will eliminate those vile and dirty humans. The Elves will dominate this world, becoming the most powerful tribe, surpassing even the Dragon Clan."

"Hahahaha… a whore, like you shouldn't talk too much." Avila smiled disdainfully: "Your mouth smells like the dic*s of human nobles."

Hearing this, the Elf Queen clenched her fists, she was so angry that a few blue veins appeared on her forehead: "Good! I will let you die in the most painful way; your entire Dark-Elf clan will become sex toys for the Orcs."

"No… you're wrong again." Avila gritted his teeth and smiled contemptuously: "I'm not here to become your prisoner, I'm here to..."

Before Avila could finish her sentence, her body immediately emitted a blinding black aura.

"What?!"