Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

374: Chapter 362 Lake is making preparations in full swing; the commander of the elven armyAfter Brando hurriedly left the Allied camp, he did not immediately rush back to Lagu to handle urgent matters as he had claimed. Instead, he hid in a forest just outside the eastern border of Lake.

As a Magister, he no longer relied on food to sustain his life. He stood silently in the woods for a long time without eating or drinking, finally waiting for the Allied forces to retreat in a pathetic state.

The remaining defeated army of over three hundred thousand fled across the border in panic, disappearing behind the distant mountains and forests without daring to slow their pace for a moment.

Brando sighed softly.

Although he had foreseen this scene, witnessing it with his own eyes was a different kind of shock.

”Ice and Snow...” Brando murmured, gazing at the horizon.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and flew back to the Lagu Royal Capital to meet the King, recounting everything he had seen and heard after entering Lake territory.

The King asked him, ”What do you think my choice should be?”

”The King’s will is the direction of my path.”

The King lowered his head in silence for a very long time.

The sunlight falling on the floor through the door was replaced by moonlight. The magic lamps on both sides of the desk lit up with a dim yellow glow, reflecting on the King’s forehead and eyes, making the lower half of his face appear even more gloomy.

Finally, the King slowly raised his head, his face fully exposed in the lamplight.

His brown pupils seemed like a stirred water surface, rippling with waves. For a moment, a trace of icy blue vaguely emerged.

”Go and do it.”

Brando’s clenched fists relaxed, and a look of unprecedented relief appeared on his face: ”By your command, Your Majesty.”

Straightening his back, he walked out of the palace, briefly oriented himself, and then soared into the sky.

...

By a wide river, the Elf Army was resting and regrouping.

Aside from the Elf warriors on sentry duty, the other Elves were scattered; some went to the river to replenish their water supply, while others sat down to rest on the spot.

Logically, as Professionals, merely traveling shouldn’t have made them so weary, but the legion commander had pushed them so hard that they had been sprinting with all their might the entire way.

On the outskirts of the army, Frederica, with her emerald-green hair, stood on the grass, slightly tilting her head to gaze at the horizon in the direction of Lake.

”Princess Frederica, what are you looking at?” An elderly Elf elder with an elegant gait approached.

”It’s nothing,” she shook her head and turned around with a smile.

The Elf elder clearly didn’t believe her: ”Since returning from your travels across the continent, you seem to have many more things on your mind, and your personality has changed a lot.”

”Elves always change; didn’t Mother say so?”

”Now you choose to believe your mother’s teachings.” The Elf elder held his hands behind his back, his expression somewhat helpless. ”Perhaps I should... hmm?”

Mid-sentence, he suddenly looked toward the distant sky where only clouds were visible.

Frederica grew tense: ”What is it, Teacher?”

”Someone is coming.”

Someone who could catch her teacher’s attention...

Her expression turned solemn: ”Saint-level?”

”No, just a Magister.”

”Just passing by?”

”The target should be us.”

Frederica didn’t ask why the mysteriously appearing Magister was looking for them, because he had already arrived.

A figure burst out from the clouds and quickly landed in front of the two.

Looking at the man who landed, the Elf elder’s kind attitude toward Frederica vanished, replaced by a cold expression: ”I will give you only one sentence’s worth of time.”

”I am Brando.” He first bowed, showing respect to a Saint-level, and then said, ”The Lagu Kingdom requests that you all return to the Forest of Spirits.”

”Lagu?” The Elf elder’s eyes narrowed dangerously. ”You think you can stop the Elves’ footsteps?”

”The Lagu Kingdom is naturally powerless to make an enemy of the entire Elf Clan, but we can still manage to pay a sufficient price to eliminate an Elf Army with only one Saint-level.”

The Elf elder looked at Brando calmly, his mage robes fluttering despite the lack of wind.

”Wait, Teacher.” Frederica stopped the Elf elder who was about to lose his temper.

She suspected that Brando’s purpose was not what she had thought.