Chapter 509: Illefarn, Holy Hammer Warrior

When Xia Duo arrived at Giles Tower again, Niya was waiting for him outside the Teleportation Room, looking at him with a smile and joy in her eyes, "Xia Duo, congratulations on your successful advancement!"

"Thank you, but if it weren't for the help of the Tower of Time, I don't think I would have succeeded so quickly."

Xia Duo spoke from the heart; whether it was the books in the Library of the Tower of Time or traveling to the Projection Plane to borrow time from the future, both had played a crucial role.

Without these, it would have been impossible for him to become an Arcanist at this point in time.

Just as the two were meeting and talking, a black-haired Elf with bronze-colored skin—or rather, skin that looked like it was cast from gold—suddenly walked out of a Teleportation Room nearby. His pupils were also golden. He glanced at Xia Duo and Niya, then left as if he were familiar with the place.

After the Gold Elf's figure had completely disappeared, Xia Duo asked, "Do Cormanthor Elves actually come to Seventon through Giles Tower too?"

He knew that this Snow Melting Competition had caused so much trouble precisely because Cormanthor had insisted on cutting in and joining; otherwise, the Arcane Competition between Netheril and Yierlan had been going on for hundreds of years without so much fuss.

"It probably wasn't a Cormanthor Elf. Teacher doesn't like those guys; it should be a Gold Elf from Illefarn," Niya explained casually. "Let's not talk about them. I'll take you to find your accommodation first; the Snow Melting Competition will last for quite a few days!"

Xia Duo nodded and followed behind Niya, leaving the teleportation area.

……

At this moment, in a room inside Giles Tower, seven or eight Gold Elves were sitting in a circle. One of the Gold Elves, who had golden hair and looked relatively mature, took a ring-shaped ornament from his waist and placed it on the table.

A spiritual light spread out, enveloping these Elves, and only then did one of them speak, "On someone else's territory, one has to be careful."

"But Luwen, why didn't we stay at the embassy?"

Before the young Gold Elf could finish speaking, he was stopped by a companion beside him, "Living next to that bunch of Aryvandaar remnants? I'm afraid I won't be able to help myself from fighting them!"

As for the former Aryvandaar, most of the noble class had already been liquidated; even if there were some omissions, it was considered acceptable to other Elven Kingdoms, and it could end there.

But for Illefarn, they would not be willing to let go until every last Aryvandaar remnant was killed.

Illefarn was founded twenty thousand years ago, not much later than Aryvandaar, and it had always upheld a principle of neutrality, maneuvering with ease among the various Elven Kingdoms.

Although it could not be counted among the most powerful tier, it was definitely not weak.

At the end of the Crown War, the upper echelons of Illefarn were all slaughtered by Aryvandaar, countless classics were looted or burned, the land was occupied, and the people were enslaved.

The current Illefarn was just a nation established on the ruins of the old country by the Commoners after the fall of Aryvandaar.

For thousands of years, although its development had not been slow, it was impossible to return to its peak. With the longevity of Elves, how could such hatred be easily forgotten!

In fact, the more they saw the development of other countries, especially the development of Cormanthor, the more intense this hatred became.

After all, Cormanthor could be said to be the largest gathering place for Aryvandaar remnants.

The Gold Elf named Luwen explained the historical origins of Illefarn, and the young Elf stopped talking. He was still young and did not quite understand this hatred, but seeing the very serious expressions of his other companions, he realized the gravity of the situation.

"Alright Luwen, Dai Er is not yet an adult; there are some things he will slowly understand in the future, so don't be too harsh." The mature Elven leader who spoke first stopped the other Elves who also wanted to speak.

Dai Er was the descendant of a friend of his, and he did not want this little guy to be ostracized by everyone; youth was indeed the best excuse.

"The orders from home mainly have two points: one is to observe the development of Netheril in recent years for the reference of Ailintar, to see whether to formally establish diplomatic relations with Netheril; the other—"

The Elven leader paused, his tone becoming heavier, "The other is about the various small movements of Cormanthor in recent years; find out their purpose."

Having said this, the Elven leader hesitated for a moment and continued, "In this regard, perhaps we can inquire with the Elves of Yierlan."

Because Yierlan was established on the former lands of Aryvandaar, it had also been met with hostility from some Illefarn Elves, but from the root, Yierlan was also a nation established by Elves persecuted by Aryvandaar.

The Elven leader mentioned Yierlan quite cautiously. Seeing that his companions did not object, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was the leader of this observation group, this status did not count for much.

The so-called leader was more like a nanny taking care of the younger generation, rather than a superior commanding subordinates.

But because Elves have long lifespans, interactions between Elves of different generations are actually quite plain. Unless one possesses an absolute advantage (such as becoming a High Mage or being a direct relative), most interact as equals.

……

Just as the Illefarn Elves were discussing countermeasures, the Teleportation Array of Giles Tower operated continuously. Elves were constantly teleporting over, some from Illefarn, others from Yierlan.

Or others from small Elven nations coming to watch the excitement, but there were no Cormanthor Elves.

On the last day before the Snow Melting Competition, due to the sudden addition of Cormanthor, the originally very ordinary Arcane Competition took on a strange atmosphere, aside from the visiting Elven Mages.

Even the Dwarves, who had previously shown no interest in the Snow Melting Competition, had specifically sent an observation group, hoping to discover some new trends in the changes of the international situation.

……

Seventon New City District, Arena.

It wasn't until the last few days that so many so-called onlookers and observers suddenly arrived. The group of Great Arcanists were also a bit flustered, and using the original Arena was already somewhat inappropriate.

Re-arranging it was imperative. In these last few days, Great Arcanists would come personally every day to watch over it, and even participate in the construction themselves.

Shaping the architecture and laying the Magic Array did not require them, but in terms of Link Magic Web, one of them was worth almost all the construction workers combined.

On the last day before the Snow Melting Competition, the brand-new Arena was finally completed. Several Great Arcanists from the Seven Towers were all present. Besides accepting the project, this was also their last planned meeting in the near future.

The acceptance was not complicated; after all, most of them had participated personally. They finished the acceptance quickly, and then the several Great Arcanists sat down right there.

"How is the situation over at the Arcane Union?"

"How else could it be? That group of shorties treats the place like a tavern; they wish they could live there forever!"

"Don't even mention it. If we let them keep drinking, the Arcane Union will go bankrupt. The Snow Melting Competition starts tomorrow; hurry up and drive them back to the embassy district."

"Who's going? Are you going?"

The one who spoke before fell silent. The personality and temper of Dwarves are very stubborn. If they were just ordinary Dwarves or Dwarf Mages, it wouldn't matter; language alone could work.

But this time, the Dwarves brought a Holy Hammer Warrior. In terms of direct destructive power, he was roughly equivalent to a Great Arcanist, and while his flexibility was not even as good as an ordinary Mage, this guy was immune to most Spells, which would give even a Great Arcanist a headache for a while.

The most critical thing was that, unlike Dwarf Mages, Holy Hammer Warriors are hard to persuade with words; they are simply Adamantine-headed, and using Spells is even less feasible.

The diplomatic relationship between Netheril and the Dwarves is still quite good; how could they possibly take action against a Holy Hammer Warrior who holds immense prestige within the Dwarves?

As for the Arcane Union being drunk into bankruptcy, that was just a joke, but a group of Dwarves making a ruckus among the Mages was never a very pleasant scene.