He Was Only a Child

"Um?"

In the very center of the Mading'er Market, Jon, the Title Magister who had been immersed in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously glanced out the window, where he saw a cloud of drifting yellow sand. He then turned to look at the female Elves in white robes beside him.

The female Elves sat quietly cross-legged, her eyes lowered, like a monk. However, her eyebrows were long and thin, her cheeks were slightly red, and her lips were slightly protruding, much like cherries. Even though she was wrapped in a white robe, her mature figure could still be seen. In particular, her two slender legs, which were visible through the white robe, glistened with oil, giving her a pure and innocent look amidst her holiness.

White Tiger Priest!

The most mysterious group among the Elven Race, they possess the most unique power of Sacrifice.

Anfuni, one of the Elves Queen's personal priestesses.

She arrived in the Madinger Town with a special mission and urged Jon to set off immediately.

The mist within the Despair Forest is dissipating, leaving them little time to contact the Eternal Ancient Tree. As one of the few Title Magister among the Elven Race, Jon's advancement is of paramount importance.

She didn't want Jon to waste his time on descendants who had no news of him whatsoever.

Die!

Preparations were made when the Elven Race began their pilgrimage.

Anyone could perish on the pilgrimage, even Jon.

Besides, Jon had already failed once, and she didn't want this Title Magister to be ruined on the pilgrimage.

"The Wind Element is stirring!" Jon said. He disliked this woman, especially her use of the Elves Queen to pressure him.

Anfuni frowned slightly. This was a tough one. She also disliked Jon's attitude, but Jon's status forced her to say in a low voice, "It's just the Elemental Tide flowing naturally."

"No, didn't you feel it? There's a special eye of the storm, and the Wind Element is flowing very fast. It'll form a giant tornado soon." Jon analyzed seriously, clearly trying to convince the woman.

Anfuni had her eyes closed, but her mental strength was not weak, so she could naturally sense the abnormality.

"Who's here?" she asked cautiously.

To be able to create an eye of the storm and generate a tempest, one must be at least Archmage Mage.

She couldn't help but recall the last time Jon was ambushed. Could it be happening again?

"Storm City Lord or Hurricane Tower?"

Throughout the entire Red Soil Continent, apart from Elves, only Demon and humans have achieved outstanding accomplishments in the field of magic.

Demon cannot survive on the Red Soil Continent; only humans can survive there.

If it were them, things would be completely different.

The Elves traversed two vast regions, the Grasslands Wasteland, to reach the Despair Forest. To outsiders, it was a pilgrimage, but only they knew that the Despair Forest allowed them to recombine single elements, giving birth to the unique Mixed Elements magic of the Elves.

The Despair Forest is filled with Nightmare Ancient Tree. Nightmare Ancient Tree can become Life Ancient Tree after growing for five hundred years, Life Ancient Tree after growing for a thousand years becomes Storm Ancient Tree, Storm Ancient Tree after growing for another two thousand years becomes Wisdom Ancient Tree, and Wisdom Ancient Tree after growing for five thousand years can give birth to the most precious Eternal Ancient Tree.

No one knows Elves extent of the elves' obsessive dependence on the ancient tree.

Common Elf need the help of the Life Ancient Tree to fuse with magic.

Once Elves become High Mage, they must rely on the sap of the Storm Giant Tree to Recombined Elements and thus reach the level of Magister.

Magister aspires to become Archmage must do so through the Wisdom Ancient Tree.

But to become Title Magister, one must be the Eternal Giant Tree.

The Eternal Ancient Tree can absorb Elemental Tide, forming a downward-flowing Eternal Light. When this energy is absorbed by Archmage, their complex Magic Organ begin to fuse to varying degrees, giving birth to the most wondrous Recombined Elements.

The more contact one has with the Eternal Ancient Tree, the more the ability to Elemental Recombination can accumulate, resulting in elements that have never existed in this world before.

This is the foundation upon which the entire Elven Race stands on the Red Soil Continent.

However, the Despair Forest contains highly poisonous Elemental Tide, which are fatal to Elves. Only for a very brief period of time within a decade will the Magic Tide mysteriously cease.

This is the only chance to enter the Despair Forest and come into contact with the Eternal Tree.

Despite knowing that leaving the protection of the rainforest would result in huge losses, all the Elves had no choice but to Elves a long migration in order to prevent their race from being eliminated on the Red Soil Continent.

Therefore, they gathered together as much as possible, using the power of their group to drive away any spying on them.

This power may frighten weak sheep, but it cannot scare away a tiger with fangs.

Humans, in particular, these greedy creatures, always join forces with Slave-Catching Group in the Wasteland to participate in this hunting operation.

During the last hunt, Jon was surrounded by seven Wind Archmage. Although he managed to escape safely, his wife and an Elf Tribe were kidnapped.

The Elves lady has given birth to a fully mature Ancient Elf.

This was the greatest loss for the Elves, but there was nothing they could do. They were certain that humans were behind it all; this outwardly civilized nation never wanted the Elves to become stronger.

Anfuni's biggest worry is humanity.

If the Lord of Stormsor City or the Lord of Storm Tower were here, she would have to make Jon leave, instead of chasing after some Elf Descendant whose whereabouts are unknown.

Jon shook his head. "It doesn't seem like their scent."

"Are you sure?" Anfuni breathed a sigh of relief. He trusted Jon's judgment, after all, the other party was Title Magister. But they couldn't waste time. "We can't linger here. The Despair Forest won't wait for us. Everyone has already entered the depths of the Wasteland. We must set off now. If you can combine the elements one more time, you can create an element even more powerful than Neon. The Elven Race need great power now!"

"It shouldn't be them." Jon seemed not to hear Anfuni's words and continued to speak according to his own ideas, "The Elemental Tide are flowing very steadily; this doesn't seem like the work of Archmage."

"Never mind that. This is the Wasteland, not the rainforest we're familiar with. It could be a Wandering Mage casting wind magic. You're Title Magister; you should know that any minor spell can potentially alter the Elemental Tide!" Anfuni tried to persuade Jon as much as possible. She wasn't comfortable staying in this slave town. If the human Archmage reappeared, they might not be able to escape like last time. "Let's retreat. We've searched everyone's souls here, but still haven't found them. You should understand that everyone has their own unique survival skills, especially in the Wasteland; there are far too many strange creatures."

Jon nodded. He naturally understood this principle of survival, but he had his own judgment.

He was quite certain that the storm was not the work of Mage, because a storm stirred up by Mage's powerful Magic Power would not be as natural as it was now, nor would it be so slow.

There is only one explanation for this phenomenon: at the eye of the storm, there is a trigger that is causing the Elemental Tide to become chaotic.

"Anfuni, I can feel it."

"What?" Anfuni looked at Jon strangely, Title Magister was currently radiating light.

These rays of light flowed erratically, making it seem as if the person was about to completely transform into beams of light and disappear.

She wasn't worried about Jon dying; on the contrary, she was proud of her ability.

Neon Light Transformation!

It is the fundamental force that allows the Elven Race to intimidate the Red Soil Continent, and it is also one of the most powerful elemental forces to date.

The pride of the entire Elven Race.

But he's not fighting now, so what's he planning to do?

"Bloodline!" Jon's resolute voice rang out from within the light. "If we exclude the interference of Mage, then only the bloodline of Ancient Elf has the ability to manipulate the elements. I can feel my bloodline shifting; it's that wizard, that despicable bastard."

"Impossible, I can't feel it!" Anfuni exclaimed. She didn't want Jon to act alone right now, as he was completely ignoring her.

Jon seems to be caught in a kind of obsession now.

"I can't pinpoint it yet, but if the storm gets any bigger, I'll know where that guy is hiding," Jon said confidently. At this moment, he had completely turned into light, and the light kept collapsing towards the center, gradually condensing into a light and shadow Elves.

Whew!

In no time, the wind and waves had formed, and the large fan on the Mill started spinning at high speed.

The scattered stones on the ground rolled forward under the force of the wind, and the ashes from the burned corpses floated directly into the air, faintly forming a vortex.

The storm formed much faster than Anfuni had anticipated.

This was the outcome she least wanted to see.

He chanted a spell softly, trying to quietly calm the escalating storm.

"What are you doing?" Jon noticed the unusual storm and shouted angrily. A beam of blue light shot out from the shadows and slammed into Anfuni's chest.

Puff!

Blood gushed out. Looking at Jon, whose body had completely congealed, Anfuni disregarded her wounds and quickly said, "Jon, let's go. This might be a trap. Without bloodline, we should all accept the reality: he's dead. What you were thinking is dead!"

Jon gradually calmed down, and at that moment he seemed to understand.

"I see!"

A kind face appeared in the light and shadow, smiling gently at Anfuni. But in an instant, a beam of light appeared directly behind Anfuni, and the hand of light pierced through Anfuni's chest.

In an instant, a black hole was formed in his chest, spreading outwards little by little like a piece of burnt paper.

"Why?" Anfuni couldn't believe that this Elves Title Magister had attacked her and even tried to kill her.

"You shouldn't have done it," Jon said calmly. "You'll get in the way. People like you will never understand. He's destined to become Elves next legend of the elves."

"Just for him?" Anfuni asked incredulously. "Jon, don't you understand? The glory of the Elven Race doesn't depend on one person. We are a group. From the moment we left the rainforest, everyone knew they would die, and everyone was prepared to become slaves. Everyone thought they would have no sons, no wives, no fathers, but they still went into the Despair Forest without hesitation. Have you forgotten? He's just a descendant. We Elves were prepared for the loss long ago. Wake up! The Elves cannot lose you!"

Jon didn't listen quietly to Anfuni's questions; his face remained expressionless throughout.

"Are you done?" Jon finally spoke, sounding impatient.

"It's over, Jon, stop now. Abandon everything here and head to the Despair Forest. Everyone makes mistakes. I won't say a word about what happened today. You will still be the Title Magister of the Elves race!" Although Anfuni's chest was completely burned away, she still tried her best to remain gentle.

She constantly reminded herself that this was her priestly duty, and she felt honored to have saved a Title Magister who had gone astray.

"I'm sorry, Anfuni. You know I have the ability to save him. I'm so close to him. He's my son, the son of the Title Magister. He can't die. This hurricane has shown me the way. It's just the Sacred Ancient Tree. Ten years is just a year. I can wait."

Anfuni stared blankly at Jon, incredulous and filled with disappointment. She had never imagined that her life would end like this.

The storm had begun to tear apart the animal pen, and the creatures of Mading'er Town were being swept into the air, crashing against the walls and splattering blood everywhere.

Anfuni looked at Jon and suddenly laughed, "Jon, you've gotten too big for your britches."

After saying that, he suddenly bit his tongue, blood seeped out, and he felt as if he had been released. A wisp of transparent breath passed through the window and flowed into the increasingly violent storm.

The moment he started laughing, Jon's expression changed drastically, and he screamed in agony, "No, you can't quell the storm! I want it to exist!"

Unfortunately, the rapidly spinning storm has completely stalled and is gradually calming down, seemingly about to come to a complete stop.

"Die!"

Jon yelled angrily, his palm burning red as he slammed it directly onto Anfuni's head.

The dignified White Tiger Priest instantly turned into specks of light.

Jon ignored him completely, instantly flying out of the window and disappearing into the storm.

"No, the storm won't stop, keep spinning, keep spinning!"