Mage Legend
Chapter 313: Episode 15 Holy Temple_4

Chapter 313: Episode 15 Holy Temple_4

"Lynch, we elves have many friends from other races, and you are a rather special one." The Empress said, "Almost a year ago, you entrusted Anna to bring back Salantir’s defense strategy map. At the time, we didn’t pay much attention to it and merely regarded it as a gift from a friend. But not long ago, this document helped us fend off a mighty enemy, keeping Heather’s sky from being tainted by evil."

Anna bowed her head, somewhat regretfully saying, "I didn’t expect this plan from a friend to be so helpful at the beginning. If I had brought it up sooner, not so many of my fellow compatriots would have sacrificed their lives."

"No, child, it’s not your fault," the Empress said, "At the time, we were too complacent and forgot the virtue of humility, which was a price we had to pay. If blame must be borne by anyone, then as Empress, I am responsible."

"What kind of enemy could cause such a commotion?" Lynch asked, "I would think, with the elves’ strength, there wouldn’t be any insurmountable barriers. Among the warriors I’ve seen, elves are the most elite, especially in familiar environments, with no other racial creature able to gain an advantage."

’Except for the Dark Elves,’ Zilvra silently thought. ’Though the Drow should also be considered a type of elf, when it comes to well-trained, Dark Elves are the most outstanding.’

"Even those Dark Elves who sold their souls to the darkness for immense power find it hard to resist such attacks. My friends." As if hearing Zilvra’s inner voice, Empress Hernfurry spoke, "We elves now must learn humility, recognize our strengths, and always be aware of our remaining shortcomings—this is a warning our compatriots exchanged their lives for. What Mage Lynch said should be taken as a compliment, not simply as fact."

Zilvra furrowed her brow and stood back behind Lynch. The mage was like a barrier, shielding the female Drow from the Elf Queen. Only this way could Zilvra feel at ease.

"Mr. Mage, in the vast sea of books in your association, is there any record of the Undead army?" the Elf Queen said, "If we can’t eliminate this threat at its root, I fear that all living creatures on the continent will live under the shadow of death."

Lynch bowed his head in thought for a while, recalling all the documents he had read during his studies. All the elves watched the mage, reluctant to disturb his contemplation.

The young mage raised his head, his eyes also filled with confusion: "Sorry, Your Majesty, I couldn’t recall any related records. If you could describe the scene in more detail, perhaps enough clues will surface."

The Empress did not show disappointment or any other expression, merely sighed softly: "Every time I think of the elves’ sacrifices, my heart feels pierced by a sharp blade. When the images of their cold bodies surface in my mind, and I think of the moments when only their souls drift, I can only close my eyes and let tears slide down my cheeks. But to avoid greater pain and harm, I will recount the scene once more—even if heartbreak is inevitable again."

The elves behind the Empress softly hummed an elegy, the only song of the elves without lyrics. Under the mournful melody, no elf could endure the poignant words; their hearts trembled, so how could they control their throats to sing lyrics?

Soka, too, followed Zilvra and hid behind Lynch. Celestial creatures easily grasp the sorrow within this music, and she too was now immersed in melancholy with the music.

Only Lynch and Zilvra stood unmoved in the center of the hall. One unaffected by the elves’ music, the other focused on rational thought, paying attention to the story the Empress was about to tell.