Warlord: King of All Clans

The Elf Queen has the authority to control the Magic Spring of Highgarden. With the help of the endless magic power of the Magic Spring, she can cast demigod-level spells with the rank of a saint. If she is in the Magic Spring, she can even be comparable to a true god.

The Fountain of Magic is the source of magic in this world. The elves' alchemical devices can call upon some of it for their use, and the ring of the Elf Queen is the most important control prop.

With this ring, Ostara can easily open a portal that even holy-level mages have to use all their strength to open, and freely travel between the spatial coordinates set by the elves for tens of thousands of years.

Although I would be scolded by Brother Bobak for wasting magic power, as long as I run fast enough, he won't have time to scold me!

Thinking of her old-fashioned and boring senior brother, Ostara sighed.

Senior brother is good in every way, except that he is too caring towards the people living down the mountain.

To use the words of the elf elders, Brother Bobak is an "extreme animal protector" who even gave up his own interests for the benefit of the races down the mountain.

Although there have been many elves in history who have attempted to lead the peoples below the mountain towards civilization, none of them would be like Bobak, who would go deep into the understanding of the humanity of the peoples below the mountain and learn their culture.

The elves naively believed that as long as they showed enough goodwill and provided technology that transcended the times, they would be able to help the races living down the mountain.

However, once these ignorant races learn a new technology, they will apply it to the war immediately, and it will become a magic weapon to win the war.

Many races that were barely unified could not even maintain their glory for a generation before they turned against the elves who supported them in the struggle for power.

The most dangerous one was when the Lizardmen Empire in the West mastered the elves' advanced alchemical technology and even broke into the Grand Barrier and went deep into Trahil in an attempt to seize the elves' main city, Highgarden.

Therefore, the elders of the elves are generally disgusted with the races down the mountain and do not like their descendants to provoke these barbaric tribes.

The Elf Archdruid Chis'El's Atrium Plan was aborted halfway, not only because of the betrayal of the Orcs, but also partly because the Elf Elder Council could no longer tolerate his "nonsense".

Of course, the main reason is that Archdruid Chis'el himself is disappointed with the race living down the mountain.

Elves always do something with great expectations, but reality is cruel and always gives enthusiastic elves a heavy blow. In the end, they realize that hiding in Trasil and living carefree is the best choice.

So Ostara didn't want to consider the politics and situation of the human race like Bobak did. She just wanted to quickly capture a few people and go to the north so that her senior brother could have more ease.

After Ostara stepped into the portal and left, Bobak turned around to look at the Great Northern Wizard Runadolf who had been captured to work.

The last time I saw him was over a hundred years ago, when Bobak went to the Ancestral Divine Peak for the first time to exchange culture. This guy was still a young apprentice following the former high priest and had just been promoted to a high level.

Humans' talents are indeed terrifying. Most elves grew up in magic fountains and soaked in magic that is so concentrated that it is in liquid form for a hundred or two hundred years, but they still have not been promoted to the holy level. However, humans are always able to complete the transformation in a short period of a hundred years at the foot of the mountain where magic is thin.

The great shaman of the North, the high priest of the Ancestral God Peak, one of the few holy-level powerhouses of the human race, this white-bearded old man has many titles.

He is already 140 years old, which is a very old age among the human race. To be honest, the Grand Duke of the North is two generations younger than him.

After a human extraordinary being is promoted to the Saint level, his body undergoes a transformation from "extraordinary" to "holy", becoming a pure extraordinary creature.

But even so, the lifespan of a human saint is less than three hundred years. Especially after two hundred years old, the body's functions gradually decay, and it can only maintain its existence in the form of magic.

Even if one is at the Saint level, it would be difficult to survive for a hundred years in the form of pure energy.

If the foundation is not solid enough, or there are not enough resources to maintain the spirit, it may dissipate in ten or eight years.

The old Runadov has a high status and numerous disciples. He is almost the highest spiritual leader in the entire North.

But now, he was forced to fight a frost bone dragon.

He stood in the center of the whirlpool in the roaring storm, his white hair and beard, as well as his shamanic robe, all blown up.

Following Runadov's low shout, a huge electric current as thick as a human arm suddenly burst out from the rattan stick in his hand, instantly hitting the Frost Bone Dragon.

There were already many cracks on the skull dragon's body, and its undead energy was extremely depleted.

With the impact of this huge electric current, the bone dragon could no longer hold on, fell from the air, and began to disintegrate.

By the time it hit the ground, it had turned into a pile of broken bones.

Runadov had been fighting with this frost dragon that was close to the holy level for a day and a night, and now he finally defeated it.

After defeating the giant dragon formed of skeletons, Runadov breathed a sigh of relief. However, he couldn't help feeling heavy-hearted when he saw the deathly aura emanating from the Gate of Scourge at the end of his field of vision and the broken bones slowly gathering on the ground.

According to the current concentration of undead energy, in less than a month, the frost dragon that he defeated would be able to condense into a solid entity again.

Runadov also knew about this gate of natural disasters. There had been many "death tides" in history, but none as serious as this one.

Especially in the past few hundred years, after the tide of the undead was filtered out by the beastmen in the northern snowfields, it has become very rare for them to reach the northern border. At most, they only appear near the North Glacier for a period of time.

If the Elf Queen had not forcibly brought him here, he would not have believed that the aura of death here had become so dense.

According to this concentration, if no one stops it, the entire northern border will be shrouded in the aura of death and become a withered land where no living creature is allowed to enter!

The closer you get to the Gate of Calamity, the thicker the aura of death becomes. Even the flying snowflakes and the thousand-year-old black ice on the ground turn as black as ink.

With his Saint-level strength, he could only stand at this position and could not move forward.

He was able to kill a frost dragon and was guaranteed to defeat it again next month.

But what about the third time? And the fourth time?

And outside the Scourgegate there isn't just one frost dragon, but an entire army of undead.

As long as the dissipation speed of the undead energy of the Gate of Scourge does not return to normal, even the demigods will have no way to deal with it. They can only block the gate here, constantly defeat the undead army, consume the undead energy, and prevent them from moving south.

However, there has long been no life here, and there is almost no magic power for living beings to absorb. Runadov can only hold out for two months at most, and then he must retreat to the south, to the place where living beings live, to recover his magic power, otherwise his foundation will be damaged.

At this time, he began to approve of the Elf Queen's approach and even felt that he was late.

It’s a pity that the Elf Queen looked down on him, otherwise he would have accompanied her to the southern border to arrest people.

It would be best to arrest the Pope of Holy Light. This old guy is the nemesis of the undead and even has the ability to directly purify the aura of death.

In the entire Morning Light Continent, only the southern border has the custom of burial, which was practiced by the Church of Holy Light.