Book 16: Chapter 14


    The history of dark elves and elves were equally long. Perhaps many, especially everyone in the Gdriel Tribe, would refuse to admit that dark elves had a long history and profound culture. While normal elves rejected the dark elves culture, everybody had to acknowledge the fact that their mana and ability to utilise it was far superior to ordinary elves.


    The Gdriel Tribe was a developed dark elf tribe dark elves considered traitors. The Gdriel Tribe betrayed the purpose of dark elves ages ago. The ambition of the tribe wasnt to gain more mana but purely to limate into society with other elves. The Gdriel Tribe wasnt a great dark elf tribe. People had always been jealous of dark elves and tried to kill them precisely because they were weak and not united. However, at a certain point the status quo changed. Dark elves were no longer the dark elves of the past. There was no longer the question of united or not. From their standpoint, they now only saw oneself.


    How much can a single elf do? How much can a dark elf achieve? The Gdriel Tribe could use the knowledge they secretly obtained to rule over the entire elf race. By the same token, it was a given they could also destroy the entire tribe. The elves had no idea what I did. They had no idea they had already been dragged into it.


    The white deer are fully prepared. The elves brought the white deer right into the heart of their rule. The white deers strength wasnt average. A furious White Deer King could break through an elven blockade. The white deer were extremely strong creatures. All that was needed was to incite them into taking action, which would help them procure more mana and a chance. The pieces were ready.


    The mysterious individual mumbled silently, Next up, drugs. Put this in then stir it before finally turning up the me to bring the drug to a boil. Dark elves have always been conducting research on mana and potions. Though Im not a pharmacist, Impetent enough to make these. Ill pour the boiled drug everywhere across the entirewn and into theke so that this mana can sessfully flow. These drugs arent weapons of destruction, but its pure mana. Needless to say, other herbs have also been mixed in. As for the resulting effects, perhaps well only know when the timees.


    The mysterious individual thought, There are two hard to ovee problems with my n. First of all, I cant allow the target Ive been concentrated on nurturing to infiltrate the imperial city. Its pointless to cause a disturbance in the forest alone. Second, I cant allow Vyvyan and their Prince to remain inside the imperial city. At least, they have to be kept away from where my n is initiated. I hate to admit it, but even if I drank this entire pot of drugs, I wouldnt have one fifth of Vyvyans powers. Vyvyan could easily off me and sink my n with her eyes shut.


    Perhaps the heavens will my sess. Of course, my n is also meticulous. Ive sessfully ovee those two challenges and, therefore, canmence my n. The two proud elves wont expect my n. The Gdriels are formidable. Themon factor is that were both proud of ourselves. Perhaps its been too long since the imperial city has been threatened that theyre under the impression that the elven imperial capital is absolutely safe. Ill let those arrogant elves have a taste of my fury. Not even humanity was able to capture this ce after sacrificing their military, while I can easily destroy it with just a couple of barrels of drugs.


    Those elves killed my brethren, yet they dont feel any remorse. Those dark elf traitors deserve to die. They hoarded assets that shouldve been shared amongst all dark elves. They even killed their own brethren. They killed all dark elves. Our proud race has always lived by the de. I must prove to everyone that dark elves havent gone extinct. Dark elves and I still live. For as long as Im alive, I shall never ept the animosity that this world harbours dark elves.


    This entire world shall learn the rage of dark elves. The elves will know the despair and agony that dark elves once suffered. That fraudulent bitch pretends to provide dark elves with a normal life of equality. Then, she turned around to throw us into dpidated homes and destroyed us. Theres not even a trace of my race having lived there anymore. All thats left are those traces of damage. But having these things are sufficient. Ill revive my race, rain down my fury and purge that heartless and cold white cemetery. This is my mission in life.


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    Current time at the outer section of the forest.


    I tossed the firewood into the fire. There was a huge rabbit corpse lying next to me. One of them once nearly pulverised me, but I could finally gloat. I could guarantee I sessfully slew a rabbit and brought it back with my own strength. If you overlooked the bloody hole in its chest, Id say I had a sessful hunt.


    It was the first time I used the elven spell Hunt. The spell was a quick spell that the Gdriel Tribe invented. It allowed the caster to immediately create a magic bow and arrow. Mom, however, could control its size as well as guide the arrow to hit specific spots, which ensured that the fur and meat of the prey didnt end up damaged. Proof of my time as a human was evident in my uracy that didnt rely on magic.


    I cut the meat off the rabbits leg then skewered it to ce it above the me. Mommy Vyvyan supported her face in her hand. She watched me with a smile and thenughed in a soft tone: It is bliss to eat a meal my son personally prepared for me.


    Frankly, I dont think this can be considered a meal Its just to relieve hunger. If you want to try, I can try cook for you when we get back


    Mom shook her head with a smile: The kitchen still belongs to Mommy. You shouldnt go in, Son. After all, its too dangerous for you. Mommy would be more worried and panicked than happy to know you were cooking, so lets not go there, shall we?


    That hurts


    I picked up a meat skewer, and Mom picked one up. I had a bite but immediately tasted something off


    This taste I muttered under my breath.


    Ugh Moms pinched her eyebrows together.


    I ced the meat skewer down: Sorry Mom, it seems that its not fully cooked.


    No, thats not it. Its a mana problem. The rabbits mana has impacted the quality of its flesh.


    Sorry Ill be mindful of my mana when I hunt next time


    No, its not your problem. If it was your mana, it would be delicious. Mommy is certain that this isnt your mana. As a matter of fact, the mana is abnormal