Whether a race is powerful does not depend on how many people it has, but on the degree of development of its civilization.
The entire grassland elves tribe has a more complete survival system than the forest elves.
If the Forest Elf Tribe is just a rural town, this is a provincial-level municipality.
At a glance, there are at least a thousand magic towers with more than six floors.
Among them, the number of eight- and nine-story magic towers, which represent cutting-edge combat power, exceeds the number of hands.
"Thousands of sixth-level magicians and above, and nearly twenty eighth-level and ninth-level mages. The apparent combat power of this prairie elf is enough to attract my attention." Wu glanced over the magic tower,
Ming's eyes were a little more solemn.
With his current strength, if he is surrounded and suppressed by the mage army, he may not be able to survive alone.
I believe that if the grassland elves can integrate the entire elves, they will really be able to unify the Magical Continent and seek opportunities to expand outward.
"Good afternoon, Avril Lavigne!"
"Good afternoon, Sister Anne."
Avril walked in front, greeting familiar elves from time to time.
Wu Ming followed behind, his nihilistic body floating in the air, hanging behind Avril like a ghost.
The tall ancient tree has an upward corridor that connects branches one after another.
Avril's home is on the third floor, with two rows of coconut trees at the door, surrounding a two-story attic.
"Crunch..."
Opening the door, Avril hung the bow and arrow on the wall and said without looking back: "Mom, I'm back. I picked a lot of apples."
With a coquettish tone, as if asking for credit.
In the room, a young elf woman who looked like Avril was cooking. She raised her head when she heard the sound: "Aren't you going to make apple pie? Why are you back so late? Did you go out to play again?"
"No way."
Avril stuck out her tongue, hugged the package behind her, and walked into the kitchen: "Mom, look, I picked a lot of apples!"
"You..."
The mother and daughter talked quietly, unaware that there was an uninvited guest in the room.
Wu Ming wandered around the room, looking here and there, admiring the layout of Avril's home.
After a while, he felt a little bored and glanced at Avril, who was attracted to him. He still couldn't figure out what was so different about this little girl from the elf tribe.
Ordinary family, ordinary life, ordinary girl.
Wu Ming knew very well that Avril's attraction to him definitely did not come from some treasure.
Unfortunately, he has no entity at all at the moment, and even trying to test Avril's physique has become an impossible task.
"Mom, when will dad come back?" Avril asked her mother while making apple pie in the kitchen.
Avril's mother looked at the sun outside the window and replied: "He should be back soon. He went to your grandfather's mage tower and said he would come back for dinner."
Half an hour later, apple pie and mushroom soup were placed on the table.
Avril's father, however, didn't even see a shadow, let alone come home for dinner.
Waiting left, waiting right, another half hour passed.
Just when Avril couldn't hold it any longer and wanted to look for her father, the door was pushed open from the outside.
"Little Avril, grandpa is here to see you!"
Outside the wide-open door, an old elf walked in with the support of a middle-aged ranger.
This old elf's silver robe is embroidered with eight lines of gold, indicating that he is an eighth-level mage.
"grandfather!"
Avril's face showed joy, she greeted me happily, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Dad, why are you here?"
"I visited some old friends and wasted a little time." The old elf touched Avril's hair, and with the help of the middle-aged elf, he sat at the head seat of the dining table.
Next to him, Wu Ming, who had been watching with cold eyes, stood quietly in mid-air.
Under his gaze, the old elf's fire of life was on the verge of extinguishing, and it was possible to die at any time.
What's strange is that there is a blue fire that merges with the red fire of life.
Under the blessing of this blue fire, although the fire of life was shaky, it was still strong and refused to fall, allowing the old elf to survive.
Upon noticing this special phenomenon, doubts flashed across Wu Ming's eyes.
Treasures that can bless life are not common in medium worlds.
In this magical world, the top existence is the ninth-level supreme mage, which is equivalent to a small world.
I really don’t know how the old mage in front of me has found a way to extend his life. Logically speaking, this kind of power should not exist in such a low-level world, let alone be controlled by an eighth-level mage.
"Old man, I'm going to the Gate of Hell soon, and the one I'm most worried about is Avril. This girl has a very special physique. She can store magic power, but can't use it. I'm very worried about her future." Sitting at the dining table, Avril Lavigne
The father's face flashed with a little sadness.
Hearing these words, the old elf lowered his head slightly, took a sip of mushroom soup, and said: "Avril's situation is unusual. We old guys have discussed that she should not be suitable for the elf magic system."
"Not suitable for the elf magic system?" Surprise flashed across Avril's father's face.
The old elf nodded lightly, with some solemnity on his face, and said: "We all know that if you want to learn magic, you need to have a mage physique. However, few people know that different magicians have different physiques.
.Some people are suitable for learning natural magic, and some people are suitable for learning elemental magic. This is a branch under the magic category.
We, the elves, use natural magic, and all elf mages are also in this category. But Avril is different. Her body is resisting nature, and she is destined to be unable to become a natural mage. Only by learning other types of magic can it be possible.
Enter the path of a mage."
At this point, except Avril herself who didn't care, the three people at the table all looked sad.
Different races also have different types of magic.
For example, the orcs have shamans, the fishmen have water priests, and the dragons have dragon language magic.
If an elf is unable to learn his own magic and has to learn it outside.
I have to say that this is a very crazy decision, because magic is a supreme weapon for every race to thrive. No race will allow its own magic to flow out, which is equivalent to blocking it in disguise.
Avril Lavigne’s journey as a mage.
"Doesn't that mean there is nothing we can do?"
Avril's mother, with her face full of sorrow, sighed: "Avril's body is weak and not suitable to be a ranger. If she can't be a mage, she will..."
At the end of the story, Avril's mother's eyes filled with tears and she could no longer say the rest.
Every parent hopes that their children will succeed.
In the elves, you cannot become a ranger or a mage. The future of such elves is worrying.
Although everyone in the family knows that Avril Lavigne’s dream is to become a wandering poet.
But the reality is cruel. How can a wandering poet without strength travel around the world? What should he do if he encounters danger?
Therefore, Avril cannot become a professional and can only stay in the Sky City for the rest of her life.
As the little girl thought, it was fundamentally impossible to witness the legend when she grew up.
"Poor Avril!" Thinking of her daughter's future, Avril's mother couldn't bear it anymore, covering her mouth and crying.
Seeing her mother crying, Avril seemed to understand and leaned forward, hugged her mother's arm, and said with a smile: "Mom, you don't have to worry about me, I have my own future!"
"Silly boy." She reached out and touched her daughter's face. Avril's mother didn't say anything, but there was disbelief in her eyes.
Seeing her mother's appearance, Avril sighed helplessly and whispered: "Mom, you really don't have to worry about me. I found a magic book in the hands of a wandering merchant, and I can use the magic in it."