Elven cultivators

The two elf girls are not particularly strong; at most, they would not surpass the upper rank of Gold.

But their teamwork was exceptionally smooth.

The girl, wielding a battle axe and clad in dark blue armor, was in charge of the main attack. Each swing of the battle axe was accompanied by a muffled thunderclap, and dazzling arcs of electricity danced along the edge of the axe blade.

Even if the governor is struck by the battle axe, and it is just a clash of weapons without actually hitting his body, fine lightning will still spread along the metal, causing his body to be paralyzed for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, another girl dressed in a blue robe, holding a strange little tree in her hands, would pluck the fruit from the tree, flick it with her finger, and the fruit would instantly transform into lightning, flames, or gales that attacked the governor with tremendous power.

With the two working together, even the dignified governor of Dragon City was unable to shake off their entanglement for a time.

"That's... a transcendent-level magical weapon?"

Aurelion's gaze swept over the weapons in the hands of the two elven girls, and his brows furrowed even more.

His gaze quickly swept across the other areas before he realized that there were not only two elven girls, but also Cedric, the second elder Axel, and several other elves, whose weapons were clearly not ordinary.

Even the armor he wore was not ordinary.

"Where did the Silvermoon Clan get so many extraordinary magical equipment?"

Aurelion was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

He wouldn't be too surprised if the Silvermoon Clan were using extraordinary magical equipment that they had seized from the dead governor, but the current situation was clearly not the case.

It's even less likely that it's magical equipment provided by the Meteor Dragon Society.

The equipment worn by Zig and his companions was not that sophisticated.

Purchasing from other forces is clearly not realistic.

Besides Dragon City, which other faction can provide so many extraordinary magical equipment?

The only explanation is that the Silvermoon Clan created it themselves!

Based on the Silvermoon Clan's behavior during this period, Orion vaguely realized something.

The Silvermoon Clan's production capacity may have far exceeded their expectations.

"Damn it!"

Orion's face was ashen.

Things didn't go as he expected.

All six consuls were held up.

As for the remaining pure-blooded dragonborn high-ranking officers, their numbers indeed far exceed those of the Silvermoon Clan and the Fallen Dragon Society.

But the enemy had five battalions of elite soldiers.

Numerous elite soldiers from the five battalions formed a five-man formation, trapping the dragonborn officers within.

Even if they couldn't kill their opponents, they could keep those dragonborn officers from escaping for a short time.

Those dragonborn officers who were not trapped by the five battalions of divine soldiers engaged in one-on-one battles with combat forces of equal caliber to the Silvermoon Clan or the Fallen Dragon Society.

Although the elves were few in number, they even gained the upper hand in some skirmishes thanks to the strange "paper scrolls" and their equipment.

For a time, the battle at the high-level combat power level did not show the overwhelming advantage that Dragon City had expected, but instead fell into a delicate stalemate.

The troop depletion over the past three months has not, as he had hoped, crippled the Silvermoon Clan's war potential.

Even at the high-level combat power level, they have not yet been able to gain an absolute advantage.

This filled Orion with a strong sense of frustration and unease.

These damn pointy ears, why are they so hard to deal with?

Aurelion's anger surged even more fiercely, and he pushed the power of the rock to its limit. His claws were as powerful as a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart. Each strike hit the surrounding thorns and sent up a shower of debris.

The Grand Elder's expression remained unchanged; he simply urged more thorns to fill the gaps, proceeding steadily and calmly.

He didn't aspire to defeat Orion; he just wanted to hold him off and create time for the others.

At the edge of the forest, the roar of spells and the clang of metal mingled together.

The high-level combatants of both sides fought fiercely, and the battlefield spread from the forest to the sky and then crashed down to the ground, making the land, which had already been repeatedly plowed by the flames of war, even more fragmented.

Due to the ferocity of the aftermath of the battle, soldiers on both sides instinctively avoided the center of the battlefield and retreated to the flanks to fight.

Although most of the five battalions of divine soldiers were diverted to deal with the dragonborn officers, the elves, with the help of formations, talismans, and green vines, tightened their defenses and fought steadily, and were not worried about being defeated for the time being.

……

"That's really surprising."

On the ridge, Grant marveled.

It was assumed that the Silver Moon Clan would choose to cower within the magic array and passively defend against the overwhelming high-level combat power of Dragon City.

Even if not, they would rely on the power of the formation to deal with the enemy, and would not dare to leave the protection of that cyan light curtain rashly.

Unexpectedly, the Silver Moon Clan not only took the initiative to fight, but also withstood the offensive of Dragon City's high-level combat forces in a head-on confrontation without even relying on magic arrays.

They even gained a slight advantage in some local battles.

For example, the elven warrior who mastered a law similar to immense pressure.

For example, those two young elf girls.

The latter interested Grant more.

Both elven girls have rather peculiar fighting styles.

The girl wielding the battle axe had no magical energy fluctuations whatsoever, yet her physical body was incredibly strong.

Her strength, speed, and reflexes were even better than most warriors who enhanced themselves with magic.

And her combat skills, that thunderous axe technique, that powerful yet agile fighting style, were completely different from the mainstream combat styles he had seen on the continent, and had no resemblance whatsoever to the elegant and nimble style commonly used by the elves.

Having lived for hundreds of years, this was the first time Grant had ever seen an elf with such a savage and ferocious fighting style.

As for the other girl...

"Alicia," Grant suddenly spoke, "do you recognize the spells cast by that girl in the blue robe?"

Alicia understood what he meant and shook her head: "That's not a common elemental spell, nor is it a spell, transformation, or illusion... It's not like any of the spell schools I know. It gives me a vague feeling."

"And that magical equipment she's holding... I've never seen its style before either." Alicia's gaze fell on the small tree in Eleanor's palm. "Its structure and operation... seem quite different from mainstream alchemy."

"You don't even recognize them..." Grant stroked his chin, a thoughtful look on his face. "It seems that the two of them are cultivating some kind of special cultivation system that we have never seen before."

Alicia nodded slightly.

The Dawn Continent is vast and boundless, with countless and bizarre cultivation systems.

It's not too surprising that some remote traditions or ancient schools that have been lost occasionally come up with some strange and eye-catching methods.

The fact that this system could arm two young elves who had not yet awakened the power of laws to the point that they could contend with the governor of Dragon City suggests that its completeness and potential far exceed those of a typical "unorthodox inheritance."

"Not only these two girls, but the elven warriors also use the same fighting methods."

Grant seemed to be deep in thought.

"I've heard that Anton's fighting methods are also quite unique. Perhaps he is the source of all this, and these elves are just influenced by him."

Alicia didn't reply, her gaze returning to the battlefield.

The two elven girls were clearly far weaker than their opponents, yet they managed to hold their own against them thanks to their equipment and strange yet powerful fighting techniques, which was truly surprising.

Just then, Alicia suddenly let out a soft "Eh".

"What's wrong?" Grant asked.

"Something's off about that dragonborn," Alicia said slowly. "There seems to be something strange about him."

Something's wrong?

Grant scrutinized the dragonborn governor, but couldn't discern anything amiss.

But he knew Alicia and how perceptive she was.

If she says there's a problem, then there's most likely a real problem.

"Was it those two girls who did it?" he asked.

Alicia nodded slightly, then her expression hardened: "They're here."

As if in response to her words, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield.

The consul who was launching a fierce attack suddenly froze.

His movements seemed to be nailed to the spot by some invisible force, and an incredulous look of horror appeared in his vertical pupils.

In the next instant, countless fine bolts of lightning shot out simultaneously from the gaps between the scales all over his body.

The lightning bolts were as thin as hair, yet extremely dazzling. The azure and silver-white intertwined, as if hundreds of venomous snakes were simultaneously emerging from his body, writhing and hissing wildly in the air.

Wherever the lightning struck, the scales shattered, and the blood was evaporated into a scarlet mist by the intense heat before it could flow out.

"ah!!"

The consul let out a heart-wrenching scream that echoed across the battlefield.

His body convulsed violently amidst the lightning, desperately trying to suppress the raging energy emanating from within by channeling the power of the laws, but to no avail.

The instant the lightning erupted, Eleanor and Roman moved almost simultaneously.

Eleanor reached out with lightning speed towards the Six Treasure Trees and flicked her fingers in quick succession.

All three fruits fell off the branch at the same time.

One is crimson like lava, one is deep blue like the ocean, and one is turquoise like a raging storm.

The three-colored light flowed from his fingertips, instantly transforming into three sharp spells that crashed down on the figure covered in lightning, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

At the same time, Roman also sprang out like a cheetah.

Lightning surged on the Thunderstrike Axe, and silvery arcs of electricity leaped and hissed along the edge of the axe blade, ionizing the surrounding air into a pale blue mist.

She didn't use any fancy techniques; she simply gripped the axe with both hands, twisted her waist, and exerted force.

hack!

The axe blade, accompanied by thunder and lightning, struck the governor squarely on the side of his neck.

Crack!

The sound of scales breaking was clearly audible.

The axe blade sliced ​​into flesh, and the smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air.

But Roman's movements did not stop.

She drew her axe, spun around, and chopped down three more times in quick succession.

With each swing of the axe, lightning surged from the blade into the governor's body, combining with the Yin Thunder Seed erupting from within.

Flesh and blood were charred and carbonized by the thunder.

The bones groaned under the strain.

When Roman's fifth axe fell, the consul's neck had been severed by more than half, his head tilted to one side at an odd angle, with only a layer of charred flesh still attached.

Fresh blood gushed from the cut, but was evaporated into a scarlet blood mist by the lightning.

His body stiffened for a moment, then crashed to the ground like a felled log, raising a cloud of dust mixed with blood and foam.