Chapter 803: Familiarity strikes again

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In the face of such compressing allure of the 'Stairway of the Sun', even the mighty ent shuddered. Moreover, Sheyan wasn't even aiming at him!

Of course, the situation arose primarily due to the giant ent Ferrell being unconvinced, adopting a despising notion towards the rumours. Otherwise, he wouldn't be caught so off guard.

Yet due to this abrupt incident, the ent was distracted which allowed the pressure ahead to tighten down onto him.

In this instant, Desirese Roots floated into the sky as his white hair fluttered against the wind. Incisive currents jolted through his wielding staff and within a split second, an unexplainable dimension crack was shockingly tore open on this hill! The dimension crack was roughly a meter high and 40 meters wide. In a flash, the dimension crack streaked 50 meters down the hill!

All orcs and Uruk-hais that were sliced through by the dimension crack stood rooted to the ground. Eventually, their bodies slipped down their waists like wheat being harvested in the fields.

This was a 'Dimension Rippleblade' that Elder Desirese Roots unleashed. In the blink of an eye, at least 200 orcs and Uruk-hai were severed in half, causing the offensive momentum of the orcs to instantly wane.

Blood flooded down like a waterfall, surpassing the absorbing capabilities of the soil as it formed a tiny river of blood downstream. A piercing stench of organs pervaded the atmosphere.

It didn't seem like Desirese Roots expanded much effort to unleash that ability. He shot a glance of amazement at Sheyan before shooting off to the right, and finally knelt by the side of the agonizing ent.

Following that, a mild white glow emanated out from the elf elder's palm which caused Ferrell to gradually calm down.

The ent then gazed at Sheyan with eyes that brimmed with immense horror, shock and a certain sadness.

"Why.....how could such a blood-thirsty verminous plant acquire the grace of lordess twilight elf Melody? Whereas she is pure, incomparably pure!"

Desirese Roots' eyes suddenly turned hollow before replying.

"Oftentimes, at the end of the brightest light, comes the extreme darkness. In the realm of the twilight elves, what they search for isn't purity but harmony, so is the world we live in. At the utmost end of one's path, the only way forward is turning back. The most beautiful and bright flowers sprouts from the filthiest feces. Have you ever seen a perfect world? Or seen a completely ugly one? To reach the heavens, one must embrace tolerance and balance. You will never perceive that logic until you reach such a stage."

Ent Ferrell asked with a hoarse and muffled voice.

"But aren't the Undying Lands said to be a perfect world?"

Desirese Roots paused for a while and gently asked.

"Have you gone to the Undying Lands?"

Ferrell replied in a muffled tone.

"Of course not, If I did, I surely would not have returned."

Desirese Roots calmly continued.

"Somethings will never be known unless personally experienced. Like a cup of water, you will never know if it is lukewarm or cold until you drink it."

(ED: You could stick your finger in it you know...)

Meanwhile, Franklin's illusion replica suffered immense damages, and without the healing of the elves, its vitality withered away before eventually transforming into a sculpture which crumbled with a clamorous boom.

After regaining his battle capabilities, Franklin brandished his staff and drew a circle in midair. Strange snake-like light ripples shot out from the circle which pranced around the orcs incessantly. The light ripples caused the orcs to clutch their heads as they howled in anguish.

This was Franklin's main combat method – 'Thoughts Confinement'. Not only could it deal damage to foes, it delivered a negative effect of burning the opponent's MP. Nevertheless, the significance of carrying a powerful extra effect meant that its attack power wasn't high.

Seeing the supreme meatshield Ferrell still recovering, the elves intended to retreat. Instead, Sheyan halted them. Simultaneously, Reef roared oppressively and bolted forward.

In this instant, excluding the 'Faithguard' he placed on himself, several elves instinctively cast various nature's guardian arts onto the shield charging individual; abilities included 'Ring of Thorns', 'Wild Nature Mark', 'Bark Magic', movement enhancing abilities and stone magic....

At this moment, Reef was like a person stamping on heaps of crap with house flies buzzing around...without a doubt, he attracted the hordes of orcs. After roaring to the sky with his 'Shattering Cardiac Roar', three other elven abilities were completed.

7-8 immeasurably sharp stalagmites abruptly emerged from the ground near him, with surfaces covered in ragged spikes of 5-6 meters. Each stalagmite impacted groups of 2-3 orcs with such exploding ferocity, the countless orcs around Reef were wiped clean!

Tooths of Earth!

After chains of massive rock explosions concluded, the miserable Reef stood all alone where he was. He resembled a lifeless flour man, and only a pair of blinking eyes indicated that he was alive....

At this moment, the battle ent regained its stance and rejoined the battlefield. Unexpectedly following that, Sheyan gestured for all their forces to charge. The foremost charger was naturally Reef, followed by Elder Annenia and his elves. After all, he swore to obey Sheyan's commands like it was Melody's before her in the past.

"Charging at this period? Isn't this welcoming the numerical advantage of the opponents? The orcs can easily encircle and engulf us!" Ent Ferrell exclaimed with a muffled tone.

Elf elder Desirese Roots frowned and remained silent.

The situation appeared to be sinking into the awkward predicament that ent Ferrell envisioned. The orcs begun encircling the group to exterminate the elves. Yet the strangest thing happened.

The majority of orcs shockingly exhibited an exceedingly queer display of clutching their heads in agony, shivering, or sneezing. Some were even bending over while coughing violently!

With that delay, Reef roared and slaughtered a way out, leading the group of elves deeper and eventually slaying an orc blood-shaman that was protected by three Uruk-hais.

When that orc shaman died, the army of orcs instantly fell into chaos. They were like a pearl necklace that got unstrung as pearls scattered everywhere.

At present, Sheyan was also charging into the heart of the enemies beside Reef. A flask of curse-mix shattered on the ground as dull-greenish fumes spiralled out.

Some of the elves panicked initially, but soon discovered that the fumes dealt no harm to them but somehow hindered the escape of the orcs. Their morale surged as they started a massacre like a knife cutting vegetables.

When the battle ent succeeded in rejoining the group, the orcs and Uruk-hais had already lost their momentum and were currently fleeing.

Facing Elder Desirese and the ent's delay, Sheyan merely offered an insipid phrase. "We could've slain another orc shaman." He then proceeded to discuss about the next course of action.

Ent Ferrell and Desirese felt rather ashamed and could not come up with any words in response. Such a feeling was incomparably uncomfortable for an arrogant elf.

During the journey, the group suffered two more orc skirmishes and were delayed substantially. Only around one in the wee hours of the morning, did they pass through 'Blacktooth Pass'. They then traversed along the immeasurably steep frost valley, through the bridge before arriving in an icy forest.

Recently in the past, the forces of evil entrenched themselves here, producing an unceasing supply of Uruk-hais. Hence, after Rivendell was notified by Melody, they dispatched forces to completely decimate the region.

Moreover, they arranged a permanent 'Wizard Eye' formation to monitor the place consistently, and even dispatched birds to scout every three days. Therefore, upon reaching here, it was considered pretty safe.

Inside this icy forest, the elves worked together as they manipulated a few cedar trees to bend and intertwine together, forming a natural 'camp' that could block off winds.

Following that, the group scrambled to gather materials and dug out a snowy pit, before raising a bonfire to keep themselves warm.

The contestants' harvest wasn't small throughout their journey. Although they didn't undertake any mission, each individual managed to raise minimally 300 fate points. Although the loots were mediocre junk and nothing marvelous appeared, they still managed to accumulate close to 100,000 utility points.

The duo weren't stingy scrooges and allocated 10,000 utility points to Franklin.

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