The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 59, Section 56: The Elf Who Spits Blood

what?
Alamir felt as if he had been struck by lightning; dozens, even hundreds, of questions flashed through his mind.

"Wait, what road construction?"

"Does anyone actually use zombies to do something like this?"

"Wait, that's not the point!"

"More importantly, are you saying that the necromancer who created these undead is on the same side as you commoners?"

"Is that necromancer in town right now?"

Isn't it said that human mages look down on ordinary people on the ground who don't know magic, and all of them live in floating cities in the sky?

Alamir was completely bewildered.

He felt that the task was becoming more difficult:
His original plan was to blow up the floating city and wipe out all the human mages!
If it is estimated that many of the thousands of human mages have run to the surface, then finding them all and killing them would be much more troublesome!

The little girl gave Alamir a look as if she thought he was an idiot:

"Uncle, I don't know which mage uncle or aunt created these zombies."

“We have a middle school of magic and a primary school of magic in Rolling Stone. Go to those two schools and ask who built them.”

"The mage uncle or aunt who created these zombies is probably teaching at a school."

Ahhhhh!
Alamir's gaze suddenly froze, and he nearly coughed up blood.

"You lowly human race, do you even have schools?"

"Wait, no, that's not the point!"

"The more important question is, are you saying that necromancers, who create the dead, actually teach in schools?"

"Could it be that he intends to pass on the necromancy that creates the dead and commits filth and desecration?"

The little girl found it increasingly difficult to understand this stranger's thought process, but adhering to the civilized spirit she had learned at school, she patiently explained:

"Uncle, your question is so strange."

"We definitely need to teach these common production-related spells."

"Uncle didn't go to school because he's old, right? It's okay. I won't discriminate against him."

"Even in elementary magic schools, students learn some techniques for repairing the dead."

"Our teacher taught us that by creating negative energy and injecting it into the body of the undead, we can repair their injuries, allowing them to work longer even with wear and tear. This way, even ordinary mage apprentices can help repair the undead..."

"Of course, learning magic is difficult; I'm still learning basic academic subjects. But I'll definitely learn magic someday and help the mage uncles and aunties heal the dead..."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Alamir felt like his brain was about to explode; the sheer volume of information was driving him crazy.

"Is that how it is?"

"Those humans who know magic actually did such a thing!"

He immediately pieced together all the information, combined it with the known information, and deduced the truth on his own:

"A group of fanatical necromancers emerged from humanity's floating city. They came to the surface, spreading filthy and blasphemous necromancy everywhere, attempting to turn this human land into a kingdom of the dead!"

"Luckily, I discovered it in time. Otherwise, if this undead kingdom, which has no respect for life and no reverence, were to grow stronger, the elven race would be humiliated in front of other races..."

The little girl really couldn't understand what the uncle in front of her was saying.

She even began to doubt herself:
Is it because I didn't study my academic subjects well, or because I didn't speak clearly or explain things clearly enough?

Otherwise, why would my uncle have even bigger and stranger overthinkings and misunderstandings every time I explain?
Just then, the little girl finally noticed that the strange old man in front of her had very long ears.

Just like the elves the teacher mentioned in class.

Could it be that……

"Uncle, your ears are so long!"

"No wonder you kept talking about humans, humans. Could it be that you're some kind of Western spirit, Uncle...?"

The little girl's eyes widened, her tone revealing undisguised astonishment.

So, did this female human cub discover my noble and elegant elven identity?
As expected of lowly humans, they're so slow-witted. Only now do they realize I'm a noble descendant from the Western Elven Royal Court...

Alamir's lips curled into a sneer as he waited for the little girl to give her answer.

"Uncle, you must be a human from the elf village in the west."

"Mom said that the humans living in the elf village are all weirdos. They love to decorate their ears like elves' pointed ears, which are so ugly."

"He was muttering something about humans, as if he wasn't human."

Wait, wait, what's going on here?
Where is Elf Village? Is it the name of a human village?
What human village would dare to use such a name? It would be a gross insult to our elegant and noble elves!
Alamir has encountered too many unacceptable things today.

"I'm sorry, Uncle. Although you seem to have a lot of questions, Mom said not to talk to strange people from the Elf Village, or it will lower your IQ."

"I can't keep answering my uncle's strange questions."

"Uncle, if you have any questions, you should ask someone else."

"Oh, by the way, the magic school I mentioned earlier is in this direction." The little girl kindly pointed in a direction and then left.

What on earth is going on? I feel like I've been embarrassing myself all day...

Alamir was furious.

At this moment, the zombies who were repairing the road had already reached Alamir.

One of the orc zombies, following a pre-set instruction, waved its hand, signaling the passerby to move aside.

"Hmph! You wicked creation that desecrates life, how dare you provoke me?"

Alamir was furious and didn't care what the zombies meant. He clenched his fists at the orc zombies.

puff.

In the next instant, a huge, emerald-green ball of strong acid fell from the sky, smashing into the orc zombies and the half-finished road.

sizzle.

In just a moment, several zombies that were repairing the road were melted by the strong acid, leaving not even bones behind, while the road that was half-finished also made a sizzling sound, and the ground sank and melted.

"what!"

Passersby nearby panicked and avoided the scene.

"what happened?"

"Is a sorcerer vandalizing public facilities?"

"I know, I know! That sorcerer was standing in the middle of the road casting spells, blocking the way for several minutes. It was extremely uncivilized. And now he's doing something like this!"

"I know he just spent a long time performing a spell, but it didn't work at all, and he was even laughed at by the onlookers. I didn't expect him to get so angry and take it out on public facilities!"

"He must be a lunatic."

"Look at this guy's long ears, could he be an elf? I didn't know elves were such a crazy race!"

"Report this to the patrolling mage immediately! An elven mage is causing trouble on human land!"

"..."

Ignoring the chatter of passersby, Alamir walked straight toward the elementary magic school that the little girl had pointed to earlier.

"According to what that young female human said, those crazed necromancers must have been teaching their blasphemous necromancy right here..."

The elementary magic school in Rolling Stone was just a simple rock house.

It was built in the first year of the empire, at the beginning of Elion's reforms.

Although minor expansions and renovations were carried out later, the overall structure remains relatively simple, consisting of only one large classroom.

Many winding roads pass around this little house.

In the subsequent town construction, Rolling Stone Town, which was constantly being built, chose to take a detour rather than compromise its principles. This represents the initial magical dawn and the small house that symbolizes the renewal of everything.

The classroom was empty; there were no students.

Today is a holiday, and there are no classes at school.

Alamir looked out the window and casually waved his hand; a book flew from the desk into his hand.

The old-fashioned Sun Elf mage quickly flipped through the pages.

"They actually possess knowledge of evil necromancy?"

"Humans are actually learning this kind of thing!"

Alamir was furious and threw the book away. The textbook burst into flames in mid-air and turned to ashes.

Alamir looked at the shabby rock school, a murderous glint in his eyes.

Let's deal with this first, then we can go up to the sky and wipe out all the human mages...

"Hello, sir elven mage, what are you doing?"

A young voice came from beside me.

Alamir glanced at him.

There were four humans standing together.

An old man carrying a bottle of liquor and wearing glasses, a human woman who looks to be in her twenties, a boy who looks to be in his teens, and an even younger little girl.

Teacher Joseph, mage Siluca, dragon vein sorcerer Grete, and little sister Anna who has just started school.

The one who just spoke was Grete, who looked only a year or two older than he did 10 years ago.

I feel that writing about the development of events solely from the perspective of the protagonist and the main characters is too monotonous and uninteresting.

So I decided to write about the development and changes of Eldoron over the past 10 years from the perspective of an elf, just like I am now.

This is a common writing style in farming fiction.

I think that the real thrill comes from making an elf feel awe at the progress of human civilization, rather than simply having an elf defeated by humans through combat.

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(End of this chapter)