Chapter 242

[13th Round] First Elf King

I instantly moved from the Western Continent to the Southern Continent with the dummies using the Snow Womans feather.

The terrain here was also different from the one I remembered.

Instead of deserts, I was greeted by green fields and thickets. It was hot, but the air was humid instead of dry.

That served as evidence that the Ice Dragon Sleas, who became the main cause of global warming, hadnt arrived here yet.

Were here. Now then

Although I wasnt familiar with this topography, the huge mountains location hadnt changed. Hence, I could approximately pinpoint where I was.

Ill show you the way, Sir Hero, Shadow A offered. She had become overly active since I said we were going to the Southern Continent.

Oh, okay. This is your homeland, isnt it?

Yes. I lived here for a long time. Its been ages since I last saw what this place looked like before it turned into one huge desert It brings back a lot of old memories. I remember sharing a c.o.c.kroach with King Elfheim here. Oh! His Majesty Elfheim also

Stop thinking about the c.o.c.kroach as if it were a chocolate bar.

We headed further south.

That was where the war between giants and elves was happening.

Its pretty funny if you think about it. The Southern Continent is huge, but those two races have been struggling for supremacy in the southern part of it for decades now.

I understood why, though.

In this era, this continents southern area had the most favorable climate and provided the best living conditions. If the Southern Continent was Africa, then where we were heading to right now was similar to South Africa.

I knew that because of the local spirits. I was receiving information from them even at this moment, similar to what happened in the Western Continent.

But I didnt get all the information I needed.

For example, I asked them where the senior was and what he was doing in this era, pretending not to know.

Record: His visit to the Southern Continent is to take place five years from now. He teamed up with spirits, elves, and humans in the fight against the Fire King Phoenix.

Five years was too long.

But there didnt seem to be any problems.

The war had already begun, and the elves who faced the giants were dying like flies.

Their frontlines were still holding on, though.

All because of a single individual.

The First Elf King

Among the elves, only their king knew how to fight well. The rest of them could only draw bowstrings with their slender hands.

They couldnt control spirits like modern elves and didnt have normal weapons and armor.

That wasnt all.

They didnt even have a strategy.

They only attacked and retreated at random, like real savages.

But their ruler alone made up for it. As soon as he swung his Fire Sword, he instantly killed giants as tall as a three-story building. And instead of clothes, he was wearing a Fire Armor, which also served as his weapon.

Behind him formed a Fire Path, interfering with his pursuers. His Fire Wings, like the engines of a jet plane, provided him with the ability to deftly maneuver.

His blazing weapon was dangerous in its own right, but all he needed to do was slam his body engulfed in flames against the giants to burn them up without a trace.

He was like a living comet!

His fighting power was impressive.

Hmm. I want to get closer and view his stats.

My interest had s.h.i.+fted from the pitiful Elf King to the First Elf King. Due to the techniques he used, he looked like a miniature version of the Fire Phoenix King.

Thats only natural, Drug Hero. The Giant King had to swallow the First Elf King to become the Five Great Disasters representative in the Southern Continent, the Fire King Phoenix.

Isnt it because he devoured the Essence of Fire?

To be more precise, the Essence of Fire is the genes of eternal life that belonged to the First Elf, the progenitor of all other elves. Those dominated by his genes are now royalty. Therefore, unlike ordinary elves, who on average can live for about 3,000 years, the ones who belong to their royal family have an unlimited life expectancy. There hasnt been an elf yet that has lived forever, however.

That pathetic Elf King still lives, though.

Most likely, even now, with a satisfied expression on his face, he was looking out of the window of the city halls second floor, enjoying the chests of girls pa.s.sing by.

Hes not an elf, but a c.o.c.kroach. Thats why hes so tenacious.

No. He perseveres because many people around His Majesty are loyal to him, First Spirit. Shadow A began to praise her husband with burning eyes.

Shut up, both of you. Answer my question. Is their progenitor a mutated human or a monster?

The First Elf King had the same skills as the Fire King.

He wasnt anything like his race at all.

As soon as he received a blow from a giants huge club, he immediately turned into a flame and resurrected.

He looked more like a phoenix from the myths rather than an elf.

The First Elf King, like you, is a hero who came from another world.

This is the first time Ive heard of that.

Why did she never tell me such important information?

Is it really that important, Drug Hero? Its the same with humans. The local inhabitants of Fantasy are known as Humans. Individuals like you, who came from Earth, are Arch-Humans. Your son, a mixture of the two worlds, can be considered the 2nd generation. If we ranked him based on the elven hierarchy, then he belongs to the royal family.

Whats your point?

Based on the First Spirits explanation, I thought it wasnt a big deal.

The First Elf is a representative of the 1st generation, a real Elf Hero.

But he wasnt as outstanding of a hero as I was. He only had phoenix-like skills, but I didnt expect much from him.

I realized that he was useless when I learned that a giant managed to swallow him. The only fact I liked about him was that he was engulfed in flames.

We moved south, until the battlefield appeared.

Kill all the elves!

S-save me!

If you run away, His Majesty will kill you!

Father Mother

It was hard to call what I witnessed a war.

The Elf King single-handedly destroyed the settlements of giants, and the elves collected by force were subjected to ma.s.s extermination.

The elves flimsy arrows couldnt pierce through the giants thick skin, and their small legs couldnt give them the speed they needed to escape.

The situation was the same for the giants opposing the Elf King. Their clubs and fists couldnt stop his flames.

Both sides suffered heavy losses!

Hmm. This reminds me of something.

An event similar to this happened during the first round.

My companions rushed to the battlefield, arguing about who would kill more enemies, and I had to keep an eye on the camp.

They always intervened in battles that were supposed to be lost.

And I always had to clean up after them.

I defended their rear so that the enemy army couldnt arrange a surprise attack and pincer them.

But the price for this was negligible.

Experience points, skill levels, fame

My companions received all of those, while all I earned for myself was the notorious coward t.i.tle.

That wasnt even the end of it.

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To prevent my companions from scoffing at me, I always had to be ahead of them in terms of level and skills.

While they were celebrating their victory after another ma.s.sacre, I hunted monsters all night.

Only unpleasant memories remained in my mind about the first round.

Its hard to listen to you when you talk about the 1st round, Drug Hero. If you write a story about your experience, you wont be able to sell a single book.

I agree.

Denial: We keep your personal file. Youre a rare case, so we give it special treatment. Were going to use your example as a reference on the side effects of raising heroes

Now remove it all, you d.a.m.n system, while Im still asking nicely!

Now I understand my seniors feelings a little about wanting to erase his dark history.

The battle didnt last all day.

The giants used up a lot of calories, preventing them from fighting for long. They caught the fleeing elves and supplemented themselves with them, but such skinny beings couldnt fill their stomachs.

Hence, they were forced to retreat and go to the sea, satiating their hunger with sea monsters.

Haa Ha.

The First Elf, who rampaged all day in the enemy settlement, was no different.

Exhausted, he returned to his city, which the giants had trampled on during his absence, and, ignoring his surroundings, went to the rebuilt barracks to rest.

He took this terrible sight for granted.

Its amazing how the elves werent exterminated even after all that, I said, looking at the scene from afar.

Its just awful. I cant believe that tyrant is the progenitor of all elves Shadow A frowned.

The First Elf slept with the females of the human race and had many children with them since they were able to interbreed with other races. Among them was my mother-in-law, the Second Elf King, who took over most of his blood. His Majesty Elfheim was born of an alliance between the First and Second Kings. However, the concept of first and second didnt exist at that time. All this happened after King Elfheim built the state.

She seemed to know so much about it, which was only natural since it was the story of her race.

Not really. The progenitor described in the story is too embellished. If his tales spoke of him like the tyrant that he was, then n.o.body wouldve loved our race. Few elves are aware of the truth behind their history.

How about the Third Elf Kings unique preferences?

Theres nothing beneficial to letting our kind know that the most respected Elf King loved humans more than his race. The same goes for the reason why he felt that way.

Why didnt she just say it was because of his love for big b.r.e.a.s.t.s?

Well, the point is the Southern Continent needs reorganization.

According to the local spirits report, the pathetic Third Elf King was traveling to the human settlements of the Southern Continent, promoting and advocating for elven rights.

He probably already knew.

That nothing would be solved even if he came here.

That progenitor is the source of all these troubles.

But he had incredible fighting power. Trying to convince him to do anything was nothing short of suicide.

Strength had to be answered with strength.

I calmly walked through the elves who mourned their relatives, whom the giants trampled over.

n.o.body stopped me. None had the strength to do so.

Stop Oh! Come in, Holy Lord.

The soldiers guarding the entrance of the First Elf Kings barracks retreated, allowing me to enter.

That was the power of the Righteous Hero.

No, thats the effect of Divinity Z.

I paid no heed to the words of the miserable spirit, whose dirty a.s.s was sitting on my sacred head.

Hey, Im clean!

Shut up. Im about to have an important conversation.

Because of the picture that opened before my eyes, I was speechless.

On the bed, trimmed with animal skin, the First Elf King sprawled. A female elf sat between his legs, her face buried in his groin.

They werent the only ones in the room.

There were five other elves around the bed, waiting in line, and they all looked like they were on the verge of crying.

Who dares disturb my peace Hmm? What is a wretched human doing here? What business do you have with me? Ah, did you come here to sacrifice that b.i.t.c.h standing next to you? If so, then I will forgive you for your rudeness, Opening his eyes the moment he felt my presence, the First Elf Kings tone remained relaxed.

Hey, Shadow A. Would you like to greet your father-in-law?

No thanks.

Their long-awaited reunion didnt last long.

Uuurgghh!

I grabbed him by the cervical vertebrae. It was time for us to have a man-to-man talk.

Hey. Youre making too much noise. I only slightly touched Oh! Ahem. Got it.

His neck wasnt the problem.

The elf between his legs was surprised by the sudden visit of the Righteous Hero, causing her jaws to clench.