Wizard Immortal

Chapter 442 Questions

A group of people were setting up camp on the desolate and long road.

Looking at the elven knights stationed in the distance, Kuru hesitated for a moment, seemingly wavering, but ultimately made up his mind and walked forward.

As he drew closer, the elven knights ahead also noticed the human.

"Halt!" A cold voice came from ahead, accompanied by a sharp gust of sword wind.

Standing on the main road, at this moment, Kuru's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively felt a strong sense of danger surging from his heart. The powerful pressure coming from all directions made even this knight unable to muster the thought of resisting.

"It's over." In an instant, his mind went blank, and only this thought flashed through his mind.

A jade-green elven longsword swept past, but instead of striking Kuru, it slashed hard at the ground in front of him, leaving a sword mark several meters long.

The traces of battle aura lingered for a long time. Before Kuru could react, the armored elven knight in front of him coldly said, "Dare to move forward again, and this sword will strike you directly."

"A peak-level Grand Knight." Kuru stared at the sword marks on the ground with a chill running down his spine, feeling a lingering fear and apprehension.

However, he was a man of strong character and never forgot the purpose of his visit.

He looked at the elven knight before him, knelt down on one knee without hesitation, and earnestly requested, "My lord, I am a knight of the Kingdom of Heru, and I request to see your master."

"I have something very important to report." Under immense pressure, he forced himself to say this, hoping to persuade the elven knight before him to let him in.

Upon hearing this, the elven knight frowned.

To be honest, he didn't want this human, who looked almost like a vagrant, to go inside and talk to the people in the carriage. To him, it was a contamination of his faith.

But according to the other party, he was once a knight who held a high position in the human kingdom, so he might really have some important information.

Under the observation of the elven knight, the man before him, though ragged and disheveled like a vagrant, did indeed show signs of training in knightly breathing techniques. Although it was uncertain whether the Seed of Life had been activated, judging from his current appearance, he was most likely a nobleman before.

That's why the elven knight hesitated. If it were an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't have said a word and would have driven them away without a second thought.

"Let him in."

Just as the elven knight was hesitating, a gentle voice rang in his ear, causing his expression to change drastically.

Under Kuru's gaze, the elven knight's expression instantly became devout. He then looked at him, his voice still cold, but without the chill of before: "Come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and led Kulu into the camp.

The camp in front of us was very large, and elven guards patrolled it from time to time.

Looking at the camp before him, Kuru was once again awestruck.

The luxury of this camp far exceeded his expectations.

It was just a camp, but there were thousands of elven guards clad in armor, each wearing exquisite armor embroidered with their own tribal emblem.

This means that these elven guards are not ordinary commoners; each of them is a true member of the nobility.

Besides these, what he saw on a training field was even more unbelievable.

In a spacious training ground, hundreds of people were training hard. As they wielded their weapons, their bodies gradually emitted a pale white glow unique to their battle aura.

"These people are all great knights!"

Seeing this scene, Kuru's heart skipped a beat, and his opinion of the carriage owner's identity grew increasingly higher.

"Such a luxurious army is enough to protect not only a member of the royal family, but also a prince."

As they walked to the end, Kuru's shock grew until he was almost numb.

He thought he was already numb and that even if a real elf prince appeared in front of him, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

But when he arrived at a magnificent tent and saw a certain mark, he couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart.

It was a silver mark, not complicated in itself, with a silver moon and a purple bird on it.

If an ordinary person saw this mark, they would at most think that the mark was very beautiful, and would not think of anything else.

But as a knight and a former nobleman, Kru knew much more.

"This mark... no way!" Kuru was completely stunned as he stared at the silver moon and purple bird mark displayed outside the tent. "This is... the crest of the Oris family!"

The Oris family was not a powerful family. Just a few years ago, they were completely unknown. Not only in the human kingdoms, but even in the Silver Mist Forest, they were just a small wizarding family, without a single formal wizard.

However, nowadays, this family is renowned, and any well-informed force in the Maison region knows about them.

All of this is because an unprecedentedly terrifying wizard has emerged in this family.

High Priest of the Elves, Level 4 Archmage, Adir Fakus.

"Come in." A voice came from inside the tent, sounding gentle, without the indifference and hostility of the other elves.

Upon hearing the command, the surrounding elves turned their heads, somewhat surprised to see the ragged Kuru in front of them, but still made way for him.

"That voice."

Hearing the voice, Kuru's heart skipped a beat, but looking at the elven knight leading the way, he cautiously followed and walked towards the magnificent tent ahead.

Upon entering the tent, one finds only a few people inside, including a few elven maids serving nearby, a young man, and an old man.

"What a handsome man..."

Even with Kuru's intelligence, he couldn't help but be amazed by the boy's appearance after stealing a glance.

The young man sat on a wooden chair, dressed in a white robe. His features were exquisite and handsome, like a god. His silver hair was draped down, and his unique silver eyes made Kuru even more certain of his identity.

A young boy, with silver hair and eyes, surrounded by so many knights, and the sigil of the Oris family…

A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind. At this moment, Kuru was filled with excitement, and his attitude became even more respectful: "My lords..."

"I heard you have something important to report." Turning slightly to look at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground before him with utmost respect, Adir said, "Now you can speak."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kuru's lips twitched.

He didn't have any important business to attend to; he only said that to get the guards to let him pass.

But now that the person in question has asked, he has no choice but to bite the bullet and explain, "I'm sorry, I..."

"I've already sent people to provide relief to those refugees outside." Looking at Kuru, Adir shook his head and interrupted, "Now, answer a few questions for me."

Standing before him, listening to Adir's words, Kuru was initially startled, then relaxed: "My lord, please ask..."

Next, Adir asked a number of questions intermittently.

Most of these questions are about refugees, and while they cover a wide range of issues, they are not overly complicated.

By the time Adir finished asking these questions, more than half an hour had passed.

More than half an hour later, watching Kuru's departing figure, Adir turned to the old man beside him and asked, "What's your opinion, teacher?"

"It's not too complicated, but it's a little troublesome." Kular, dressed in a black wizard's robe, shook his head as he listened to Adir's words: "There are too many refugees, and the native elves are very hostile to these outsiders. If we force them to be accepted, there might be some problems."

The Elven race's rejection of outsiders is a long-standing tradition.

More than two thousand years ago, a trend of hunting elves for slavery arose in the Maison region. During that time, a large number of poachers infiltrated the Silvermist Forest, committing all sorts of despicable acts that aroused anger and despair, causing great harm to the native elves of the Silvermist Forest.

This situation lasted for hundreds of years, eventually forcing the Elven Royal Court to seal off the Silvermist Forest, destroy the roads connecting it to the outside world, and completely sever the Silvermist Forest from its connection with the outside world. Only then did this situation gradually decrease.

But the number has decreased, and that's all. As the Elven Royal Court sealed off the Silvermist Forest, the price of elven slaves has actually risen higher and higher in the outside world, attracting countless slave-hunting groups into the Silvermist Forest every year to capture elven slaves.

The Elven race was traditional and closed off, and as slave-hunting incidents occurred repeatedly, over time, the entire Elven race, whether nobles or commoners, developed a hostile and resistant attitude towards outsiders.

This inertia formed by a long history is something even Adir could not change.

"However, despite the trouble, we should still accept as many refugees as possible."

Shaking his head, Adir continued, "If the only goal is to stay in the Silver Mist Forest, then this situation is perfectly fine, and to some extent, it can even enhance cohesion."

"However, this attitude won't work if we want to unify the entire Maison region."

He pointed to the refugees outside: "We can't possibly kill all the races except the elves. That's unrealistic, too bloody, and for us, the losses far outweigh the benefits."

"Since we can't wipe out the other races, sooner or later we'll all make contact with the outside world to lay the foundation for future rule."

"These refugees can serve as the first step."

(End of this chapter)