Equipment Printing School Mage

Losing the bet? The consequences would indeed be severe, but everyone in Afanduo, from top to bottom, who knew about the bet, didn't think they would lose.

"Your Majesty Corellon, with all due respect, this match is not entirely fair."

At this moment, the two God Kings were strolling in Odin's treasury, admiring Odin's treasures. However, Odin, the God of Wisdom, couldn't help but complain.

Corellon, however, was not offended at all and replied, "I did it on purpose."

"Intentional?" Odin blinked.

Is Corellon's desire to win so strong?

Corellon shook his head and explained, "This is a competition, after all. The fairer it is, the worse it will be for the loser if word gets out... Therefore, the more unfair the competition, the better. That way, even if others know that Mystril lost, they'll think it was Corellon who cheated and won dishonorably, and it won't have much of an impact on Mystril."

Odin opened his mouth and was speechless: "But, Your Majesty Corellon, your subordinates must be more serious."

He glanced at the four craftsmen who were also observing the treasury and said jokingly, "If you really lose three times in a row..."

Even if he lets the game go, the one who will suffer the most will be Odin.

The shadow of Mystril was clearly behind those four mortals. He had no doubt that they would open their mouths and ask for Rune's secret.

If those four little kids really dared to ask for it, he would definitely hang them on the World Tree for several days and nights before giving it to them.

"...Are you worried we'll let them win? Hahahaha, impossible, impossible!" Corellon laughed heartily, as if he'd heard the funniest joke. In a voice only Odin could hear, he said, "These four craftsmen only act respectful in front of me. In private, they're all arrogant. With all due respect, their personal ethics aren't great... If they win, I'll have to stop them from humiliating Mystril's group. As for deliberately losing? Even if I tell them to, they might not listen."

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. This sentence made Odin's pupils tremble.

He frowned and looked at the four elf craftsmen.

——They were really picking and choosing, and there was no shock of seeing the treasure house of God.

Odin didn't know whether Corellon's naive character was a disguise, but Corellon's friendliness was visible to the naked eye.

Odin is not a god who is open and honest with everyone in everything. He is the true god of wisdom.

He sensed danger in Corellon's description.

His single eye twitched slightly. "Your Majesty, are all elven craftsmen so confident?"

"...That's not the case," Corellon replied, looking at the four craftsmen's golden and coppery hair. "They are all royals of the most prosperous nation on Toril, the Vashans of Erivandar, so their temperament is particularly prominent. They came to Arvandor about five hundred years ago. Before they came, I was worried that I would no longer be taken seriously... Fortunately, they reluctantly left the position of First Craftsman to me."

Odin asked, "How prosperous is the most prosperous country?"

"It has already occupied approximately 75% of the existing elven territory."

Odin immediately sensed something unusual.

He pondered for a moment, then decided to offer an indirect suggestion: "Your Majesty, Corellon, I believe that craftsmen should maintain a certain degree of humility in order to continue to improve. There is no limit to the craft."

At that moment, the four craftsmen suddenly turned around and replied, "Your Majesty Odin, don't worry. At that human's age, he's only fit to fill our furnaces with coal, hold tall canvases, and perform in circuses... The possibility of him surpassing us is zero."

Odin frowned. "Are you familiar with humans? Do you know him?"

"That's not necessary," the elf replied. "They're just a bunch of uncivilized monkeys."

Actually, what Odin wanted to say was...

In such a vast country, the royal family's respect for the main god is decreasing?

This is a very dangerous trend.

Not to mention, the confidence of these elven craftsmen was unexpectedly groundless.

You haven't even seen that Emya fight, so how do you know he can't defeat you?! Not to mention that humans are so widespread, how can their knowledge of Toril be universally applicable?!

But Odin would not say these words.

Talking too deeply to someone you just met is the biggest taboo of all.

The God of Wisdom said, "Then I will wait and see."

He felt a little regretful - if he had known that these elves were so arrogant, he would have spread out the three competitions so that he could confirm Emiya's level.

With the current competition system, by the time Emiya and others come up with results, it is already too late. Even if Odin wants to do something small, it is completely too late.

As for inquiring again without any evidence? He still has some dignity.

I hope these elves are not bragging. There is really a huge gap between them and that Emiya.

Thirty-five: The Vasan Family (I)

The technology of Ivar's time was about three hundred years behind that of Earth.

Emilia had already come to this conclusion in her subsequent communication with Ivar.

Asgard is certainly a place to gather warriors, but not every Midgard will come to Asgard - after all, not everyone likes to fight from day to night.

Moreover, Emya also learned a piece of news: the reason why the heroes of Asgard generally have low combat skills is because of their origins.

It's not that Midgard doesn't have a regular army, but regular troops are very reluctant to continue fighting after their deaths.

In the eyes of most regular soldiers, war is harsh military law, arduous journeys, smelly camps, eating, drinking, defecating, looting, and nervously waiting for death.

They don't find the war and fighting part interesting at all, but what's interesting is the part after the war. Naturally, they don't want to come to Asgard after death.

Of course, there were also sword masters, long-established champions, and even military commanders who came to Asgard. However, such people... naturally, had already joined the Wild Hunt long ago.

Odin was naturally aware of this - so, Valhalla became larger and larger, its functions became more and more complete, and its publicity focused more and more on the feasts in Valhalla rather than the battles themselves.

The majority of Heroic Spirits are tribal people who have been active since Midgard was relatively ignorant, including bandits, robbers, mountain robbers, and pirates; those who come from the military or mercenaries account for a maximum of 10%.

Even so, those soldiers continued to be drawn away by the Wild Hunt.

Therefore, Emilia has confirmed that there is indeed a generation gap between the Heroic Elves and the Wild Hunt. To put it bluntly, the battle between the two armies is like an army of knights coming to suppress bandits.

——Also, Midgard is not Earth. Even if it were, the timing is wrong.

In this battle for promotion, he could only do his best and was not completely sure.

"You, let others do the work, but you sigh." The Archdruid also sighed.

She stretched out her hands, and thousands of square meters of trees emerged from the ground, practically soaring into the air, transforming into towering trees over ten meters tall. A vast expanse of shade was created out of thin air, startling even the heroic spirits fighting nearby.

However, Emya's outfit was out of place in Asgard, and having been warned by both Thor and Odin, the Heroic Spirits dared not provoke them again. For now, they could only bite the bullet and fight it out beside the rapidly growing giant tree.

Midgard might have druids, but they were clearly not very prosperous. Meanwhile, the Archdruid of the Sharptooth Forest was currently at the forefront of all the guilds.

It took only a month to easily create a forest to serve as a shelter in Valhalla.

The Wild Hunt is not only a cavalry, but also an air force.

Command infantry to fight this kind of enemy on the plains?

Tired of living.

The terrain must be changed.

The forest is the perfect choice.

Not to mention, the Wild Hunt also received Odin's teachings. Ivar once demonstrated a spell used for reconnaissance.

Forests can create greater obstacles

"Perhaps the Wild Hunt has a backup plan," said Emya. "Perhaps the Wild Hunt has the ability to set fire?"

"They don't have that ability," the Archdruid sneered. "Forests filled with dead branches and leaves, or in the dry season, are more likely to catch fire. They want to burn these newly grown, towering trees? Even if they summon thunder, they can only ignite one; it won't spread."

At this point, Fenwei chuckled: "--They dare to set fire, can't I call for rain?"

At this point, the team has split up.

Sieg went to build relationships with the Heroic Spirits and the Wild Hunt, gathering intelligence along the way. Elastrid stayed behind in Valhalla as a cleric, learning about this so-called palace, which was actually a city.

Meanwhile, Emilia and Fenwe were currently surveying the terrain and understanding the terrain...

Change the terrain.

Emiya looked at the forest rising from the ground and asked, "The only problem is, I didn't expect to plant such a large forest before I came here. Do you have enough tree seeds?"

The terrain of Joseph's Garden was complex. Asgard was surrounded by inverted earthen rivers, and the entire Asgard was like a basin within Joseph's Garden. The vegetation wasn't particularly abundant. If she wanted to collect seeds, it would take quite some time to go back and forth.

Emiya looked at the lush forest and asked, "Actually, if we want to prevent arson, I think there might be another possibility... I don't know much about plants, but the World Tree seems to be an ash tree? Shouldn't it have seeds?"

If it is the offspring of the World Tree, perhaps the Wild Hunt will be cautious.

"The seeds of the ash tree are contained in its winged fruit. Each winged fruit, which is several centimeters long, contains only one seed." Fenwei was speechless. "If it were a behemoth the size of the World Tree, and its fruit were several meters wide, it would take a few meters to grow an ash tree if it was stuck in the ground."

She blew a breath of air at the newly built forest in an unpleasant manner, and a sudden gust of wind swept through the treetops, and countless seeds fluttered in the wind and scattered in all directions.

After a while, these fruits and tree seeds fell to the ground. Fenwei chanted softly several kilometers away, and these tree seeds sprouted and took root, growing to a height of one person in just a few minutes.

"There's no druid in this world who's short of seeds." She tapped Emiya's brow unhappily. "Don't worry about the professionals!"

Emilia was about to apologize when she caught a ray of silver light out of the corner of her eye.

It was one of the four craftsmen who had arrived here with Corellon.

Her name is Rainbow, and she is a golden elf.

Gold Elves and Sun Elves are the names of the same race. They belong to the same high elves as Moon Elves, but Moon Elves generally have silver hair and bluish-white skin, while Sun Elves have blonde hair and skin that is golden bronze.

The two races had vastly different temperaments—Sun elves were generally arrogant and conceited, while Moon elves were much more peaceful and rarely discriminated against other races. In fact, Elastrid's behavior outside of adventuring was typical of a Moon elf.

——And now is the peak period of the elves. These four craftsmen all came from Vashan in the Kingdom of Erivanda.

The Wasan family, in a nutshell.

The five Crown Wars, during which the elves went from prosperity to decline, were all caused by them.

The Vasan family were the golden elves among the golden elves. Emiya had no intention of looking for them. These golden elves would never look down on them.

However, he still underestimated the golden elf.

The enchanter named Rainbow simply waved his hand, and a silver light burst forth from it. It flew horizontally forward, covering a distance of over ten meters before disappearing.

Then, the towering tree that Fenwe had just helped to grow collapsed.

"...Fenwei?"

"...I...I'm fine." Archdruid Fenwë was naturally very unhappy, but he gritted his teeth while holding Emilia's hand. "We just don't like felling trees, but we wouldn't fly into a rage when we see someone cutting down trees."

Logging is a livelihood for many. And wood is an essential component of art. A druid understands trees and can create finished goods without harming them, but she can't expect the same of other races.

Among the elves, the ones who love trees the most are the wood elves and wild elves, collectively known as the forest elves. The gold elves are the most urbanized race, so it is normal that they lack much reverence for the forest.

But Rainbow completely ignored Fenwei. Even though she saw Fenwei plant the trees with her own eyes, she did not apologize, ask for permission, or discuss or thank him.

She simply took a step forward, then another, and cut a fallen tree in half. Then, she examined it carefully, glanced at Fenwei, and sighed, "...It's all garbage."

Now, Fenwei was speechless and just held Emilia's hand tightly.

She couldn't bear it anymore.

And Emilia also became serious.

This is only the first day, and it is too awkward to fight with the opponent directly on Odin's territory.

After all, they had something to ask of Odin, and they couldn't let Odin embarrass himself at this time.

"...After we go back, we will contact Asgard and the God King to see if they allow us to take action." Emiya sighed.

He knew that the Vasan family was notorious in later generations. The Fifth Crown War was ordered by Corellon himself, who united the elves of the entire continent just to attack this one family.

In the end, the Wasan family was broken up and Arivanda disintegrated.

He has an ugly face and speaks harshly, but he is very strong.

In a sense, it is the opposite of Corellon.

However, Emilia still didn't expect that the elves of this family could successfully clash with them at the first sight!

Only then did Emilia see clearly that she was controlling a small and sharp metal ring, probably a magical item.

Her true strength wasn't strong—Mistril had once told them that the golden elves of this era were very skilled in magic. The bad news was that they were too skilled in magic, which was why they had spread the land with mystique. Without the mystique, her personal strength wasn't strong.

Now it turns out that it is so.

At this moment, the golden elf named Rainbow turned around, looked at Fenwei, raised his chin, and stretched out his hand to Fenwei: "Come here, bastard. I will give you a chance to look up to the majesty of the Wasan family.

“You, create a new tree with abundant sap, which we will use.

"immediately."

Bastard.

And Fenwë is a half-elf.