Chapter 39 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Elder Norton’s heart almost jumped out of his chest as he watched Bronzebeard’s actions.

He quickly separated Chris from him and pretended to be angry. “Bronzebeard, he’s still a child. Don’t let him near your blazing elixir the next time.”

Chris was now the Messenger of God, the hope of the elves. What if something went wrong with him after he drank it?

He could not afford to shoulder this responsibility.

Bronzebeard guffawed and punched Norton in the chest. “You can’t hold your liquor, yet you want to teach young people a lesson. You really don’t understand the joys of youth.”

Despite what he said, his beard and hair were white, and his skin was dry like that of an old man. In fact, their lifespan was far from that of the elves.

In elven years, Bronzebeard’s age was equivalent to fifty to sixty years old, so he was three hundred years younger than Norton.

Then, after Elder Norton introduced them both, Chris didn’t expect that this liquor-loving old man was actually a master smith.

Besides alchemists who could forge weapons, certain ancient races also inherited this skill.

Because it had been passed down from generation to generation, the dwarves studied this skill and this skill only. Compared to alchemists, they were better at forging.

Bronzebeard came to the Elf tribe this time because he wanted to forge a holy weapon with the help of the Elven Queen.

As payment, he would have to tailor-make weapons for the 100 Druid warriors.

“Old Norton, the Ancient Tree of War hasn’t been used ever since the Elven Empire was dissipated a thousand years ago. The forging furnace down there hasn’t rusted, has it?”

Bronzebeard winked at Norton.

“Piss off!”

Norton shouted at him, but he wasn’t really angry. He knew Bronzebeard’s personality. He was a temperamental person.

“Ancient Tree of War?”

Chris, who stood off the side had a glint in his eyes the moment he heard that.

“The Ancient Tree of War was built by emperor Legolas himself back then. It’s a place that specializes in forging and upgrading weapons. Moreover, there’s a special magic buff inside that’s integrated into the Ancient Tree of War. Even if you rusted, it would still be intact.”

Upon hearing elder Norton’s reply, Bronzebeard raised the wine jar in his hand and gulped down a mouthful of wine.

“No matter how good the furnace is, it would still be a waste in your hands. Let’s go, bring me to the furnace in the Ancient Tree of War. ”

…

Just as elder Norton led Bronzebeard and Chris to the Ancient Tree of war.

A mysterious conspiracy was brewing in the Isabella Mountains thousands of miles away.

A huge dark castle stood high on a mountaintop. The castle was surrounded by hard walls glimmering with dark runes.

On the city walls, a few groups of patrolling mages in black robes walked back and forth from time to time.

At the center of the castle was a huge crystal tower that was more than a hundred meters tall.

This was the mecca of mages and alchemists on the sacred continent, the Spiritual Tower.

Because of the uniqueness of the Spiritual Tower, the Isabella Mountains were independent of the ten countries and did not belong to any of them.

In an area near the Spiritual Tower, there was a well-guarded dungeon.

This was where the Spiritual Tower imprisoned mages who have sinned, the Prison of Heavenly Retribution.

At this moment, in the Prison of Heavenly Retribution, Gordon the saint-level mage sat quietly on a stone bed with magical shackles on his hands and feet.

As a saint-level mage of the human race, he had bewitched the Sky Eagle Empire to attack the elf race, tore up the Ashuta Treaty, and ruined the relationship between the three races.