"What a powerful heart. It seems that, putting aside magical attainments and looking only at physical qualities, the elf before us is definitely not a 'weakling.' He may even possess the average physical standard of the Black Marsh World."
Lin Yu could sense that, compared to the humans of Night Valley, the elves' bodily structure was actually closer to that of the Dark Species in some ways... At the very least, within Medalo's flesh and blood, "magic" had already become completely entangled with his physical body. Even his breathing and natural life functions carried the aura of "magic."
It was like this slowly beating heart. With every heavy beat, what it pumped throughout the body was not merely surging blood, but also "Magic Flow" refined by his heart.
That Magic Flow circulated through the elf's body as well, forming a natural magical circuit.
Although they were not lifeforms composed purely of magic, compared to "humans," elves as spellcasters truly possessed a "natural advantage."
Their powerful physiques were not like those of most races in the Black Marsh World, whose advantages lay entirely in the flesh. Rather, their bodies were constantly protected and strengthened by magic.
Lin Yu found it unsurprising that such a race had once gained an absolute ecological advantage in Night Valley, to the point of giving rise to a certain strain of racism, and had ultimately devoted their entire race to researching how to turn all other intelligent races into "slaves."
If such a race had not made those arrogant moves, Lin Yu would instead have found it strange.
However, these elves had clearly already had their sharp edges ground away by the "Eternal Prison."
After the heavy heartbeat ended, Medalo even took the initiative to speak.
"That was one complete heartbeat of mine."
Lin Yu nodded.