The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Chapter 282 The Wind Spirit
Chapter 282

Lynn's doubts did not last long.

He had only been at the Meteor Council stronghold for a few days when the "helper" who had been repeatedly mentioned had already quietly arrived.

At this moment, Lynn returned once again to the dark platform where he had first descended.

Beside him was still that smiling, blond, chubby Dieter.

But unlike the first time, there was another graceful and petite figure on Lynn's other side, none other than the second-level elven witch, Lina.

This change surprised Lynn slightly, so she asked Dieter directly.

However, when asked why Lina was accompanying him, Dieter remained mysterious, simply shaking his head with a smile:

You'll find out soon enough.

Lynn could only put aside his doubts for the time being and wait and see.

The entire meteorite platform remained as black as ink, vast and flat, like a projection of the starry sky into the void.

Apart from Lynn, Dieter, and Lina, there was no one else around, and the surroundings were quiet.

This scene stirred up Lynn's heart again. Did those Morning Star wizards in the council not even have the interest to show up and greet him?
Before he could even ask a question, he heard a faint whisper in his ear.

Immediately afterwards, strange fluctuations began to appear above the platform.

Those fluctuations were extremely unique, like the wind whispering, or the branches and leaves swaying quietly deep in the forest, gentle yet mysterious.

What surprised Lynn even more was that he could clearly sense a rich elven aura from these fluctuations!

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Lina, only to see that the petite elven witch was trembling slightly, as if she was deeply moved.

"The elves... So the so-called 'helpers' were actually elves?"

Lynn immediately understood.

Just then, a bright green light suddenly appeared in the center of the platform.

The green hue initially seemed like just a ripple in the air, but it quickly coalesced in the void, transforming into a doorway like a deep vortex.

Through this vortex gate, Lynn saw a world completely covered in green:
Towering ancient trees reach for the clouds, their greenery stretching to the horizon, while lush meadows undulate like ocean waves, creating a vibrant scene.

The next moment, more than ten figures slowly stepped out from the revolving door.

They were enveloped in emerald green light, as if they had become one with the forest, exuding a sacred and primal aura that inspired awe.

As the mysterious figures descended, the emerald green vortex gate slowly closed, disappearing without a trace as if it had never existed in the void.

The unique rhythm between heaven and earth, like the whisper of the wind and the murmur of the forest, also quietly dissipated at the same moment, as if waking from a dream, leaving no lingering sound.

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly. Before he could see the faces of the dozen or so figures clearly, they flickered like shadows and vanished into thin air, as if they had never truly set foot here.

Only two figures did not disappear with the others, but instead slowly and gracefully descended from the sky, their movements calm and light as feathers.

The moment they landed, the emerald green energy fluctuations surrounding them suddenly subsided, as if absorbed by an invisible force, revealing their true appearance.

Just as Lynn had guessed, the two were indeed members of the Elven race.

A man and a woman, both with noble bearing and calm expressions, surrounded by three clearly visible energy shields, representing the formidable cultivation of third-level Grand Wizards!

The man was tall and imposing, like a king standing proudly in the forest.

His features were deep and handsome, with sharp, distinct lines, and his aura was sharp but not excessive.

He wasn't wearing the usual wizard's robes, but rather a traditional elven outfit with a design incorporating battle armor. His upper body was bare, revealing smooth and strong muscle lines, making him look like a war god.

The woman beside him, however, possessed a completely different charm.

She was petite and delicate, with soft golden hair cascading over her shoulders, and clear, bright green eyes that were full of curiosity about everything.

Her snow-white skin was so delicate it seemed to break at a touch. She wore a light and flowing emerald green dress that accentuated her slender waist and long, shapely legs. As the hem of the dress fluttered slightly, her fair calves were faintly visible, adding a touch of liveliness and allure.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven—this couple is practically the perfect image of the elves in the eyes of the world.

Just as Lynn was lost in thought, Dieter whispered something in his ear:

"Grand Wizard of Qinglin, these two are none other than the prince and princess from the 'Wind Elf Clan' of the elemental elf tribe..."

Lynn nodded slightly, his gaze subtly observing the two of them.

The tall, imposing man with piercing gaze was Alton, the prince of the wind spirits.

The lively and charming girl, looking around with curiosity, was his younger sister, Lori, the princess of the wind elf clan.

While Dieter explained in a low voice, Lynn and he remained calm and showed no obvious signs of distress.

But Lina, the elven witch standing to the side, could no longer suppress the shock in her heart.

She almost trembled slightly, her face turned pale, and after a long pause, she managed to say in a trembling voice:

"...important figures of royal blood..."

Her voice was filled with suppressed awe and excitement, as if she were facing a god rather than her own people.

The bloodline inheritance of the Elven race is extremely strict, comparable to the hierarchical order of the Dragon race.

The royal bloodline contains a powerful force of natural law; even a mere glance or a whisper is enough to instill instinctive suppression and fear in those of lower bloodlines.

The effects Lina is experiencing right now are a true manifestation of this bloodline suppression.

Her elven bloodline was far inferior to that of the royal brother and sister before her, so she was naturally so intimidated that she could hardly move.

Just then, Alton and Lori finally noticed the presence of Lynn and the other two.

Their gazes swept over us without any attempt at concealment, carrying the scrutinizing air typical of royalty, haughty and superior.

The two walked at a leisurely pace, yet they exuded a subtle sense of authority.

That sense of superiority that flows naturally from the bloodline seems to be innate; it is less a royal demeanor and more an instinct deep within the bloodline.

Alden was tall and upright, his figure standing as straight as a mountain.

His deep, sharp gaze swept directly over the elven witch Lina beside him without pausing for a moment, as if she were nothing more than a wisp of air.

In his mind, someone like Lina, with her thin bloodline and weak strength, wouldn't even have the right to raise her head if she saw him in the clan; she should have already bowed down and knelt on the ground, trembling in a low voice.

Only in this external territory belonging to the Meteor Council could they "luckily" stand facing him, the Wind Elf royal family.

Alton's gaze quickly fell on Lynn and Dieter. After a brief pause, he noticed the three energy shields floating around the two, symbolizing the power of a level three archmage.

"You're the people who were supposed to receive us?"

His tone was indifferent, his gaze still haughty, as if he were looking at the two attendants who were leading the way; his voice carried a hint of arrogance.

"Take us around...show us what's interesting in this place."

There was no questioning, no small talk, and not even a trace of politeness in his tone, as if the people standing opposite him were not powerful individuals of the same level, but two subordinates who could be ordered around at any time.

He didn't even bother to ask about Lynn and Dieter's identities.

This posture naturally stirred a chilling killing intent in Lynn's heart.

If they weren't in the Meteor Council's territory, and if the occasion weren't inappropriate, this arrogant elf prince would probably have been slapped to death by now.

Lynn has been cultivating for so long that he has offended the Morning Star Wizard, the Nightmare Rift, and even challenged the will of the main god. How could he possibly take a "prince of the Wind Elf tribe" seriously?
Moreover, this so-called "elf prince" is merely one of the most subdivided bloodlines within the elven race.

The entire Elf race is a large and complex group, divided according to attributes.

They can be divided into several branches, such as elemental spirits, light spirits, shadow spirits, and ocean spirits, and each branch has more detailed ethnic groups.

Among the elemental spirits, there are four major tribes: fire, wind, water, and earth.

Alton, standing before them, was merely a "prince" from the Wind Elf tribe, nothing more.

The concept of a "prince" in the Elven race is different from that in human kingdoms.

Their noble status is not inherited from royal blood, but is determined by the concentration of blood in their bodies.

The purer and closer one's bloodline is to the origin, the more qualified one is to receive the title of "royal family".

Therefore, among the wind elf tribe, those with pure bloodlines like Alton may not be the only ones; there may even be dozens or hundreds of others who are also called "princes."

Such a so-called nobleman, built up by bloodline, was naturally of little importance in Lynn's eyes.

If he really angered Lynn, he wouldn't mind personally "sending away" this self-important prince.

Even if the Wind Elf tribe found out, at most they would only give him a symbolic "stern rebuke" as the Morning Star Wizard.

After all, within the entire elven system, becoming a Morning Star Wizard is a threshold that can be described as an insurmountable barrier of bloodline. And for Alton before him, to cross this threshold and enter the Morning Star realm, the difficulty is...

It's probably as insignificant as a breakthrough by a direct disciple of the Morning Star Wizard.

In fact, Alton's arrogance and conceit not only caused a flash of murderous intent in Lynn's eyes, but also aroused strong dissatisfaction in the heart of the blond fat man Dieter standing to the side.

This chubby man, who always smiles and gives off a smooth and gentle impression, is not without principles, even though he is easygoing and good at mediating conflicts.

Lynn had previously played the role of a cold, aloof, and taciturn person, so even if she remained silent, Dieter wouldn't mind or feel any displeasure.

But Alton was different. The moment this prince of the wind elf tribe opened his mouth, he treated the two of them as his natural servants and subordinates, his tone full of condescension and contempt.

Even someone as good-tempered as Dieter felt a surge of anger at this moment.

Although he wasn't as extreme as Lynn, who directly harbored murderous intent, his heart was already churning with anger.

However, he was ultimately a kind-hearted person, able to suppress his temper and force a slightly stiff smile as he spoke:
“Prince Alton, Princess Lori, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Dieter, from the Meteor Council; and this gentleman beside me is the Great Wizard of the Green Forest, a direct disciple of the Morning Star Wizard, Lord Spirit Eye.”

Upon hearing this, Alton finally lowered his gaze somewhat.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, clearly not expecting that the taciturn young man before him would have such a background.

Being a direct disciple of the Morning Star Wizard is, in the eyes of the Elven race, a position that is comparable to, or even surpasses, that of princes from other races.

However, this surprise was fleeting. Alton showed no remorse whatsoever, nor did he mention his earlier rudeness. He simply continued in his arrogant tone:

"Grand Wizard Dieter, our Wind Tribe has come from afar to support your Meteor Council's allies. Are you suggesting we, your two guests, wait here?"

The implication was tinged with reproach, but more like a reminder that you should fulfill your duties as hosts.

Upon hearing these words, Dieter's dissatisfaction grew even stronger.

Although he still had a smile on his face, it was stiff and somewhat unnatural.

"Distinguished guests, please follow me."

After he finished speaking, he said no more, turned around and led the way, taking Alton forward.

At this moment, Lynn's gaze fell on another person, the princess who had been silent all along, Lori.

She remained standing still throughout, seemingly out of place in the bustling Alton, her eyes serene and her demeanor dignified.

In stark contrast to Alton's arrogance and rudeness, Lori's presence is more like that of an ethereal young girl than a high-ranking member of royalty.

Her pair of clear, bright green eyes were quietly gazing at Lynn.

Her gaze was gentle, yet it carried a hint of inexplicable inquiry and curiosity, revealing a deep curiosity about Lynn.

Just as Lynn looked back, their eyes met in mid-air.

Lori was clearly stunned for a moment, and a blush immediately rose to her cheeks. The blush quickly spread from her ears to her cheeks, like a peach blossom in early spring, delicate and beautiful.

She looked away somewhat flusteredly, lowered her head, and gently bit her lip, revealing a hint of girlish shyness.

"Please leave, Lady Lori."

Lynn spoke calmly and softly, while stepping aside to make way for her.

Lori nodded slightly, responded softly, and then took a light step forward, her skirt swaying slightly as she walked forward with a quiet and elegant gait.

Princess Lori and the self-important, arrogant Alton are the complete opposites.

One was arrogant and didn't treat others like human beings; while the other was like a gentle and reserved young lady from a good family, quiet and dignified, making people feel good about her.

………………

On the road ahead, Dieter walked at the front, keeping company with the outrageously arrogant Prince Alton while forcing himself to maintain a smile.

He was inwardly rolling his eyes. Even with his thick skin, he was about to lose his temper with this arrogant guy.

Behind them, Lynn walked slowly, just behind Princess Lori.

The girl's figure was slender and elegant, with long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, swaying gently in the morning breeze.

With each step she took, her golden hair swayed and bounced.

Lynn couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

The faint, refreshing scent of the forest wafted from Lori, invigorating and unlike any perfume, it was more like a natural fragrance that unconsciously relaxed the mind.

After a moment of silence, Lynn spoke in a low voice, his tone still calm, yet carrying a hint of inquiry:

"Lady Lori, you seemed to be looking at me the whole time... were you curious about my mask?"

His tone was gentle, as if it were just a casual question, without causing any ripples.

However, Lynn did not expect that his words would cause the dignified and serene princess to suddenly freeze.

Lori paused, her body momentarily frozen in place. Had Lynn not reacted quickly, she would have almost bumped into her.

Her earlobes flushed red, like red leaves quietly blooming in a garden.

The girl lowered her head, not daring to look back, and nodded slightly. Her "hmm..." was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Lynn raised an eyebrow, but a faint doubt arose in his heart.

With his keen observation skills, how could he really believe that Lori was just a "curiosity mask"?
He had only casually made up an excuse to start the conversation, wanting to test why this silent princess had been staring at him.

But her reaction... was so unnatural.

She actually responded to this excuse, even acting shy and nervous, clearly trying to hide some kind of emotion.

A thoughtful look appeared in Lynn's eyes. Before he could speak, he suddenly felt a soft touch behind him.

"Ugh..."

Two soft things bumped against his back.

It turned out that Lina was following behind them when she saw them suddenly stop. She was caught off guard and bumped into Lynn.

Lina's expression immediately changed, and she hurriedly took a step back, frantically apologizing in a low voice:
"I'm so sorry, Lord Aolin!"

"It's alright, Lina."

Lynn shook her head slightly, her tone indifferent, and didn't take it to heart, preparing to set off again.

Unexpectedly, Lori suddenly turned around and waved gently at Lina, her eyes filled with a mixture of reserve and curiosity.

This time, she didn't use the common language, but switched to the ancient Elven language, her voice flowing like a mountain spring:
"Miss Lina... are you very familiar with that Great Wizard of Qinglin? Could you... tell me a little about him?"

Lina was stunned when she heard this.

She was still immersed in the "unexpected encounter" just now, but at this moment she seemed to have been struck by lightning, and her whole body froze.

She could tell.

The subtle shyness she tried to suppress in her Elvish language couldn't be hidden.

A woman's intuition about another woman is never wrong. Lori's voice was too gentle, her tone too cautious, and her eyes too tender.

This is a question she's asking about someone she cares about, not just a casual question!
"What does this mean?"

Lina's lips twitched slightly, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

She wasn't stupid; how could she not realize that this seemingly quiet and dignified elven princess had actually developed an interest in Lynn?

That's the personal disciple of the Morning Star Wizard, a figure destined to shine brightly in the future.

Lina had long ago made up her mind to cling tightly to this powerful figure, hoping to eventually sleep with him and lock him into her heart.

No matter how cunning she was, she was still just an elven witch of relatively ordinary origin.

And who is she? The rightful princess of the Elven royal family! With a cool and aloof demeanor, natural beauty, and an unparalleled noble lineage!
If the other party competes with me, how can I win?
And so, Lina followed Lori somewhat "disoriented," communicating in the Elven language.

Lynn followed closely behind.

At the same time, the expression beneath the mask became somewhat strange.

Because Lynn's talent for hard work and perseverance was not wasted.

He has a wide range of interests, and he has the time to read through all the spells from first-level to third-level, so naturally he also has time to learn some "foreign languages".

This naturally included the language of the elves, so he was able to understand the hushed conversation between the two elven women in front of him...

His expression became particularly strange when the discussion turned to his own part…

(End of this chapter)