Are You Stupid?

Mage!

Command the Elemental Tide.

Apprentice, Lesser Mage, Intermediate Mage, Advanced Mage, Magister, Archmage, Title Magister.

Due to their varying abilities to manipulate Elemental Tide, they are subject to strict hierarchical divisions.

As we all know, the entire world is ruled by Elemental Tide. To create destructive power, one must understand the elements flowing within the Tide and allow them to merge together to form magic.

But the elements themselves are fixed.

Ordinary elements are fair to all living beings; any Mage who uses mental power to compress Fire Element together will create a tiny flame.

Archmage are no exception.

If we say that a mage Apprentice is someone who senses the flowing elements and enters the realm of manipulating Elemental Tide, then becoming Lesser Mage requires beginning a long process of elemental breaking and recombination.

By incorporating elements into the body and continuously breaking them down and recombining them, an elemental power entirely separate from the natural world is generated.

This is the path of spiritual cultivation.

Lesser Mage must undergo one Shattering. After three Shatterings, they must begin their first Elemental Recombination, thus entering the ranks of Intermediate Mage.

To reach the Advanced Mage, at least seven Elemental Recombination are required.

For Advanced Mage to advance to the level of Magister, it requires at least ten cycles of breaking down and rebuilding.

As for Archmage, the number of reorganizations must reach a terrifying fifteen.

Although both Forbidden Wind Blade Wind Blade are Wind Blade, the damage they cause is completely different due to their different internal elemental compositions.

As for the Title Magister, it has undergone at least eighteen reorganizations. At this point, it has reached the ultimate state of the elements, and the elements are quite stable, making it difficult to break.

The more stable an element is, the harder it is to damage, and the stronger the destructive power of the magic it creates.

However, if given the chance to break down and rebuild once, the result would undoubtedly be terrifying power that surpasses all others.

Elemental destruction is extremely difficult; many Mage can only destroy an element about five times in their entire lives. In particular, the reconstituted elements after destruction have a very high probability of being deformed.

Without the ability to generate Ultimate Element power, one cannot become a top-tier Mage.

Perhaps there are many High Mages, but there are very few Magister. Even among the large Human Race, the number of Magister is no more than a thousand, and the number of Archmage is even more pitiful, probably no more than a hundred.

As for the Title Magister, they can be counted on one hand.

Archmage are rare, yet three beings with the power of Archmage are listening to an eighteen-year-old girl.

The phenomenon is very strange.

Li Ziran looked at Nicole, unable to imagine how many secrets she was still hiding, or what kind of growth she had undergone in the past two years.

Flames shattered like streaks of light, and Forbidden Wind Blade assaulted Jon wave after wave, inflicting new wounds.

Nicole stood at the very top, looking down at the Giant like a god. Beside her, three Archmage teleported rapidly, strictly obeying Nicole's commands.

Each Forbidden Wind Blade precisely tore open Jon's newly healed wounds.

"It's changed!"

Li Ziran thought to himself, "This girl has completely changed."

But he wasn't surprised; this was the nature of the Wasteland, the Survival Law.

Living is simple.

To achieve this goal, any means necessary will be employed; the more ruthless the approach, the closer it often gets to the very essence of survival.

He was simply heartbroken that the extreme personality cultivated by the Survival Law had been bestowed upon Nicole.

A girl is best off lying quietly in a man's arms.

But Li Ziran understood better than anyone else that, in the face of the Survival Law, there was no such thing as a man or a woman.

"It's been two years!"

Li Ziran couldn't help but recall what changes he had experienced in the past two years.

He wandered the Wasteland, met Necromancer, traded some slaves, and performed a few surgeries—that was all.

He's still that little Witch Doctor, skilled at Frog Transformation.

Time flies like an arrow.

"That's too fast!"

Time flies by like sand.

But in the past two years, an ordinary girl has become Archmage.

This was an achievement he never dared to dream of.

"Could you tell me about it in detail?" Li Ziran suddenly became very calm. He wanted to laugh, to mock his obscure and unknown life.

He has lived two lives, yet he still struggles at the bottom of society.

Ridiculous!

But there's nothing I can do!

Despite his eagerness to master the Devouring Curse, or to comprehend the flow of Elemental Tide like a mage, he began to shatter the elements.

But whenever he was ambitious, reality would bring him back to square one.

No talent, no resources.

You have to force yourself to smile in the face of this cruel world.

"What do you want to know?" Li Ziran's sudden silence made Anfuni feel a little uncomfortable.

"Just say anything!" Li Ziran said, unsure where to begin— Nicole, or the current powerhouse of magic?

"Then what do you want me to say? That's ridiculous!" Anfuni, somewhat angrily.

Li Ziran speechless. Indeed, the other party was trying their best to help him solve the problem.

"How could Brando have died?" Li Ziran asked directly.

"Oh!" Anfuni was a little surprised. She hadn't expected that Li Ziran was most concerned about this. "Greed, huh? Powerful Elves, Magister, Archmage, and Ancient Elf —can you imagine how much all of these are worth?"

Li Ziran shook his head, indicating that he couldn't imagine it, but it was definitely a huge fortune. "He's already very rich."

"Heh, silly child, do you really think he's rich? It's just a Slave City. How much can he earn? A few million or tens of millions? It seems like a lot to you, but that's far from enough to buy the resources he needs to break his elemental power. Do you know what kind of strength Brando?"

Li Ziran shook his head again, saying he wasn't sure, but he remembered it as very strong.

"Magister, shattered by the elements fourteen times, possessing the purest Wind Element, but unfortunately, he couldn't take that final step." Anfuni sighed quietly.

"So, he thought of the Elf Descendant," Li Ziran suddenly said.

"You're very smart." Anfuni's voice held no praise, but rather a hint of melancholy. "Elves, whom everyone considers the race most favored by magic, possessing multiple Magic Organ, are actually the most hunted race. Humans, Demon, Sea Folk, even Orc and Dragon Race, when unable to break through their limits, all seek the shortcut of Elven Organ."

"You guys are very strong!"

Anfuni laughed out loud, "Even strength can't stop a conspiracy and trap. Can you imagine a Title Magister being suppressed by three Archmage right now?"

Li Ziran was speechless. He had never thought about it, and he would never think about it. Such a top-tier figure was far, far away from him. If it weren't for Nicole, he probably would never have met a Title Magister in his entire life.

"Brando's goal is to Elf Descendant, isn't it?" Li Ziran changed the subject.

"Not purely. He needs a breakthrough, he needs ancient Elven Organ, and even more so, he needs money to buy resources. Thirty thousand Elves are enough to ensure he has sufficient funds for the next Elemental Recombination even after becoming Archmage." Anfuni smiled lightly. "He's shrewd, but far less so than his daughter."

Li Ziran could understand, since the Elf Descendant's kidney was currently inside Nicole's body.

"What exactly happened? You told me that Jon almost died." Li Ziran couldn't imagine it. Judging from the combat power displayed before him, even if Jon was suppressed, he shouldn't have been killed.

Even in the Elemental Vacuum Domain, Jon can use his powerful tearing force to extract a small amount of elements from Nothingness.

This tiny amount of element was enough to allow this Title Magister to generate an inexhaustible supply of Neon Element power.

"The Niper Grassland, the seventh stop of the Elven Pilgrimage, Brando's ambush point. The intelligence details Brando's combat strength, location, the helpers he invited, and the detailed Tide-Severing Array. You would never imagine how detailed that plan was." Anfuni smiled bitterly.

"Weren't you on guard? Who would believe such out-of-the-sky intelligence?" Li Ziran didn't understand. Did the Elven Race think they were fools?

"Of course, we sent an advance team and conducted a thorough reconnaissance. There was nothing unusual. We also prepared a backup plan. More importantly, we had Jon with us. He is Title Magister." Anfuni sighed softly. "We were too arrogant. I can only say that we were too arrogant. The battle was very ordinary. We almost acted out the scenario according to that intelligence. We killed Brando and the three Archmage we hired."

"And then what?" Li Ziran sensed that something must have changed.

"Later... hehe... later we won, killing Brando was like eliminating a hungry wolf from the Wasteland, which meant we would suffer far fewer losses. All the Elves were celebrating, completely forgetting that detailed intelligence. No Elves noticed that the Elemental Tide surrounding them were already weakening."

"Elemental Vacuum Domain?" Li Ziran asked suddenly, watching the battle escalating in the sky.

"Yes, when we discovered it, there were very few elements left in the entire space. Common Elf, and even Advanced Mage Elves, couldn't sense the presence of elements at all. Only Magister could mobilize a meager amount of elemental power. It was too late. Seven Wind Archmage —that's probably all the Archmage of the entire Human Race had gathered."

Seven.

Li Ziran looked up at the sky. There were only four people in total, including Nicole.

No wonder Jon can still draw on elemental power.

"Are you all stupid?" Li Ziran spoke quite rudely. In his opinion, these Elves were absolutely idiots, completely unaware that a forbidden spell had been cast.

This is a race favored by the Elemental Tide.

"I wish I were a fool, but I'm not. It's just that humans are too clever. That forbidden magic array was set up seven days ago. Can you imagine? This array slowly draws out the internal elements, creating an illusion that makes the Elves think that the elemental power here should be thin. After all, this is the Wasteland."

Li Ziran sighed softly. Mages are beings who control the elements, but without the Elemental Tide, they are just a bunch of weaklings who can't even kill a chicken.

He could already foresee the outcome: a one-sided encirclement and suppression.

It's tantamount to picking up slaves.

"Nicole?" Li Ziran asked softly, even though he already knew the answer in his heart, he still asked it aloud.

"Do I need to continue?" Anfuni asked with a teasing laugh.

Li Ziran shook his head. "No need, there's no need for it."

Nicole is no longer the girl he's been taking care of.

"What do you want me to do?" Li Ziran suddenly asked.

"What?" Anfuni asked in surprise.

"You've told me so much, surely it's not for free?" Li Ziran said with a faint smile. "I'm very practical and sensible. Why would you, an Elves White Tiger Priest the Elfs, save my life for no reason and waste so much time explaining? We're both adults, so let's keep it simple. Just tell me, as long as it's within my power, I'll basically do what you ask!"