I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World
Chapter 124: Creature

Chapter 124: Creature

"You’re mistaken!" Renjiro’s voice was calm but firm as he looked at the old murloc chief. "I can feel the respect coming from your whole murloc tribe. That feeling, that respect... that is the good fortune the Mist Pearl has brought to your people. Think of it as a shield, a bit of luck that might keep you safe when trouble comes knocking in the future!"

The old murloc’s eyes widened, and a sudden, almost electric excitement buzzed through him. He straightened up, his fishbone staff trembling slightly.

Down in the wide, muddy river, the other murlocs heard their chief’s excitement, and a wave of croaking cheers and splashes erupted from the water. They slapped the surface with their webbed hands and tails, happy sounds echoing across the river.

The old murloc turned back to Renjiro, his voice rushed with eagerness. "Your Majesty! Great King of the Elves! Are you planning to cross this river? Is that your goal? If it is, oh, our humble murloc tribe would be overjoyed, truly happy, to clear a wide, safe path right through the water for you and your magnificent army!"

Renjiro gave a small, almost dismissive wave of his hand. "No," he said lightly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "That won’t be needed. You can all leave now."

"Yes, yes, of course! We send off Your Majesty, the noble and powerful Elf King!" The old murloc bowed deeply, his posture showing immense respect, almost fear.

He clearly didn’t want to linger and risk annoying the powerful elf king. Still holding his fishbone staff, he quickly tapped the side of the giant crab he was riding. The two big, reddish-brown crabs immediately started scuttling backward, their many legs churning through the mud until they slid back into the deeper water with heavy splashes.

In the river, the rest of the murlocs followed suit. One by one, they dipped beneath the surface, their green and brown forms vanishing into the murky depths.

Within moments, the wide river was empty of murlocs. They were completely gone from sight, as if they had never been there.

Right after the murloc tribe disappeared...

The Dryads, who had been waiting patiently, came swooping in. They flew gracefully from the main army towards the now-empty riverbank.

Landing lightly, they each held a slender wand made of living wood. One by one, they waved these wands over the earth. As they did, tiny seeds, glowing faintly with the green energy of nature magic, fell from their hands and onto the bank.

A powerful surge of green light pulsed outwards, soft yet intense.

Whoosh! In what felt like just a few seconds, hundreds of vibrant green trees and thick, twisting vines exploded upwards from the seeds. They grew at an unbelievable speed, right before everyone’s eyes.

These tree vines didn’t just grow straight up; they twisted and coiled together, like giant green snakes swimming through the air. They pushed forward, stretching out over the water, further and further. They didn’t stop until they reached the other side of the river, a gap thousands of meters wide, and firmly rooted themselves into the ground on the far bank.

It took barely a minute.

Just like that, a bridge made entirely of living trees, tangled vines, and solid wood stood before them. It was incredibly wide, easily close to 100 meters across, spanning the entire river.

Fueled by the combined magic of hundreds of Dryads, this living tree-and-vine bridge felt immensely strong and sturdy. You could feel the power humming within it. It looked solid enough to easily hold the colossal weight of the Mountain Giants marching in Renjiro’s army.

"Your Majesty, the bridge is finished! It’s ready!" One of the beautiful Dryads, her skin like smooth bark and her hair like leaves, flew back to report, her voice like rustling leaves in a gentle breeze.

Renjiro looked at the amazing bridge, then back at the Dryads, a look of genuine admiration on his face. "Excellent work," he praised them warmly. He then nodded, letting them rejoin the rest of the army waiting behind him.

As the Dryads flew back, Renjiro noticed something that made him raise an eyebrow in surprise.

These lovely, graceful Dryads, who always seemed a bit nervous or perhaps even disapproving around the huge, rocky Mountain Giants, were now cheerfully mingling with the Druids of the Claw. These druids were burly figures, looking much like powerful bear-men. And interestingly, the tough-looking Druids of the Claw were being very gentle and protective towards the Dryads. Some of the druids even took the initiative, shifting their forms into massive war bears, easily ten meters long from nose to tail, and patiently allowed the smaller Dryads to climb onto their furry backs, using them as living transport mounts.

"Huh," Renjiro thought to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Maybe the Druids of the Claw are naturally suited to be mounts for the Dryads! Like a natural partnership."

"It’s kind of like how the Elf Archers’ ideal mounts are supposed to be Hippogryphs!"

Just thinking about Hippogryphs...

Renjiro felt that familiar spark of excitement flicker inside him again. He couldn’t help it.

Hippogryphs! They were powerful Circle 7 flying beasts, creatures of grace and strength, closely tied to the elves.

These magnificent creatures weren’t just for flying; they possessed considerable fighting power themselves, with sharp claws and beaks.

"Imagine," Renjiro mused silently, his eyes scanning his current army, "when I finally figure out how to summon Hippogryphs... my skilled Elf Archer units could pair up with them. Archers riding Hippogryphs... that would create an incredibly strong and mobile air cavalry! We could strike from anywhere!"

Renjiro really looked forward to the day that vision became real.

The only downside was the frustrating lack of information. He hadn’t received any specific quest or clear instructions on how to get Hippogryphs yet.

The mysterious System had only confirmed their existence, along with the Druids of the Talon (the flying druid forms) and the playful Faerie Dragons. But beyond just knowing they existed, he had no more clues, no hints on how to acquire them. It was a bit annoying.

With the amazing tree-and-vine bridge ready, the elf army began to move. They crossed the thousands-of-meters-wide Mag River smoothly and efficiently. Once on the other side, Renjiro focused, sensing the faint magical trail left by the fox girl scout they were tracking. Following those marks, the entire army marched forward, officially entering the vast expanse known as the Orc Grasslands.

The Orc Grasslands were truly enormous, stretching out further than the eye could see. Renjiro knew from maps and reports that this territory was actually bigger than the entire Bateman Empire, one of the major human kingdoms.

And living within this huge land were countless orc tribes, a dizzying variety of them.

There were the weaker, often-scorned races like the small, green-skinned Goblins, the jumpy Rabbitmen, and the skittish Ratmen. Then there were huge populations of brutish Pigmen and wild Satyrs. And amongst them lived the truly powerful races: the fierce, feline Tigermen; the proud, regal Lionmen; and various types of massive giants that could shake the ground when they walked.

Creatures like the lumbering Kodo Beasts, the terrifyingly strong Golden Behemoths, and the immense Mammoth Colossi were all part of this wild mix.

Taken all together, the potential power of the orc races was undeniable. It was truly formidable.

If, somehow, all the different orc tribes could put aside their differences and unite under one banner, they could probably challenge all three major human empires at once. Against just one human empire, a united orc force would likely be unstoppable.

But therein lay the big problem: the orcs were made up of far too many different races and tribes.

Some tribes were close allies, bound by tradition or necessity. But many others were bitter rivals, even natural enemies, who would attack each other on sight without hesitation. Endless feuds and skirmishes were common.

Even the supposed Orc Royal Family, whoever they were currently, struggled immensely to bring all the scattered orc tribes together. Unity was a near-impossible dream for them.

This constant infighting and lack of cohesion seriously weakened the orcs overall. It made them less stable at home and much less capable of launching large, coordinated attacks against their neighbors.

So, the general situation between orcs and humans on the Holy Continent had settled into a kind of stalemate. The orcs, like scattered grains of sand, couldn’t muster the unity needed to truly defeat the three human empires. And the three human empires, while strong within their borders, lacked the courage, or perhaps the foolishness, to march deep into the vast, dangerous grasslands to take the fight directly to the numerous orc tribes on their home turf.

It was in this tense, wild land that Renjiro now found himself.

Just as he was contemplating the strategic situation, Elaria, his trusted advisor, flew closer. "Your Majesty," she reported, her voice sharp with attention, "the magic tracks we’ve been following... the ones from the two fox folk... they’ve stopped just ahead!"

Renjiro nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "Good. That means the main fox tribe can’t be far from here now! We’re getting close."

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