Final Lord

Chapter 344 The Elf's Ritual

In the racial genealogy of the world under divine protection, each race has outliers who defy convention.

Mango, a ranger from the Elf race, is the most typical example of this.

He was like a glowing leaf growing against the wind, standing out awkwardly from the ancient and conservative tree of the elves.

What makes mangoes special is their almost unbelievable inclusivity.

While other elves avoided other races like the plague, he could drink and chat with humans, spar with trolls, and even discuss hunting techniques with orcs. He was even willing to have in-depth conversations with the undead, exploring the meaning of death and life.

In his view, race is never a barrier to communication, and every intelligent life deserves to be treated equally.

This trait is considered unusual among elves.

The elves who govern the world generally possess a near-split duality. They are like a prism, displaying drastically different faces to different races.

When faced with other races, they are as indifferent as ice that has stood for a thousand years. Even when they witness the other struggling and dying in agony, they show no pity whatsoever.

The other races were viewed with only alienation and wariness, as if they were potential threats that needed to be guarded against.

However, they display surprising enthusiasm when facing their own kind or friends recognized by the elves.

That capacity for empathy seemed to be activated instantly, allowing them to keenly perceive every subtle emotional fluctuation of their companions. Even elven royalty would cheer for the joy of the most ordinary elf and shed tears for the sorrow of an ordinary elf; this level of emotional investment could even make other races uncomfortable.

This extreme personality split may stem from the long lifespan of the Elven race and their unique social structure.

Over thousands of years of evolution, they developed this survival strategy that is both closed and intimate.

But Mango clearly broke through these constraints, proving in his own unique way that racial barriers may not be as insurmountable as imagined.

"You... are you also an elf?" Mango looked Wang Bufu up and down with suspicion, focusing on his ears and pupils, but couldn't find anything that made him look like an elf.

“I don’t know either,” Wang Bufu said. “A very powerful elder once told me that I have half human blood and half elf blood, so I am a half-elf.”

"How is this possible?!" Mango's voice suddenly rose, and he subconsciously took half a step back, saying in shock, "Although elves and humans look similar, their life essence is completely different! Our bones are made of natural crystals, our blood flows with the essence of life, and even our breathing resonates with the forest."

The human body is pure flesh and blood, which is completely different from our physical form.

Half-elves, it's like trying to blend fire and water together—it's a complete violation of the laws of nature!

A bitter smile appeared on Wang Bufu's lips, but his gaze remained firm.

“I also find it incredible, but that elder never makes a mistake. I trust him even more than I trust my biological parents.”

He explicitly told me that only by encountering a true elf could I awaken the dormant elven bloodline within me.

But you elves are always xenophobic. The elves I've met before just laughed at me after hearing what I said, calling me a madman or an idiot, without taking my words to heart at all. This is the first elf I've met who's willing to listen to me so attentively.”

Mango's expression became even more focused, his emerald eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender fingers unconsciously caressed the bowstring. Naturally cautious, he had long since developed an instinctive wariness towards any words like "absolute" or "certain."

He slowly exhaled, his pointed ears twitching slightly.

The world is vast and boundless; even the ancient records of the elves, spanning thousands of years, are but a drop in the ocean. Those seemingly absurd legends are often simply truths yet to be understood.

“My lord,” Mango’s voice was deep and solemn, “deep in the forest, I have seen glowing mushrooms dancing on the night of the full moon, and I have also seen faceless and limbless crystal life growing in stones. This world is far more wondrous than we can imagine.”

So, while I've never heard of the half-elf bloodline you mentioned, it might not be entirely unfounded.

Mango began to seriously consider Wang Bufu's words.

"Lord, you are so powerful. The elder you trust so much must be extremely strong. Since he said that, he must have his reasons."

If even his strength couldn't solve your half-elf problem, then the problem has nothing to do with strength, but only with race.

Is there anything that only elves can do, and that other races cannot?

As Mango was speaking, he suddenly realized something. His eyes widened, and he said, "Life Enlightenment! We elves have long lifespans, so it's difficult for us to reach adulthood. There's a ritual called Life Enlightenment, which only elves can activate, and it can help young elves reach adulthood earlier."

Wang Bufu's eyes lit up: "Maybe this is it. A life enlightenment ritual, do you know how to do it?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to do it yet. This is something that older elves usually learn because it consumes their experience points and risks dropping levels," Mango said apologetically. "But I can go back and learn it. If you trust me, Lord, I'll come back as soon as I've learned it!"

"Great!" Wang Bufu was overjoyed. "With your promise, I've finally put my mind at ease."

My brother is generous, so I can't be stingy. All the materials you bought from my territory today are half price!

"Thank you, Lord Unyielding!" Mango was overjoyed, feeling that he had gotten a great deal.

Wang Bufu carried the mango through the winding forest path to the most bustling market in Life City.

As soon as he stepped inside, Mango's pointed ears trembled slightly in shock—the dazzling array of goods before him completely overturned his understanding of trade markets.

Mushrooms emitting a soft glow are neatly arranged in moss-woven baskets, each cap adorned with starlight-like patterns.

Beside the mushrooms, a crystal bottle held the "Holy Water of Life," steaming with emerald-colored mist; even approaching it, one could feel the surging life energy within. There were also piles of monster materials stacked like small mountains, many of which he didn't even recognize.

"These...are all specialties of the Dead Wetlands?" Mango asked in shock, "There are way too many!"

Wang Bufu laughed and said, "I told you, all the monster materials from the Dead Silent Wetlands are with me. All of them!"

all……

Mango took a deep breath, and the vast expanse of the desolate wetlands immediately flashed into his mind. It was a vast area large enough to accommodate more than a dozen super-large cities, and even large enough to establish a country.

In such a vast area, all the monsters were wiped out by the rebellious lord?
(End of this chapter)