The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 105 The Elf Envoy's Visit
Elion stood on the high ground, looking down at the warlocks lined up neatly in the square below.

Driven by their excitement, these young men and women were emanating magical energy of varying colors.

Some warlocks are surrounded by whirlwinds and crackling lightning; some warlocks, though standing upright, cast constantly shifting shadows, sometimes expanding, sometimes twisting into monsters; some warlocks have snow-white, angelic wings on their backs, exuding a holy aura, like seraphim from Mount Paradise; and some warlocks, like Little Gretel, have illusory dragon scales appearing on their bodies, but these scales are silvery-white rather than crimson…

Storm Warlock (Elemental Bloodline), Shadow Warlock (Undead Bloodline), Soul Warlock (Celestial Bloodline), Silver Dragon Warlock...

Gretel glanced at the statistical file in his hand:

"Reporting to His Majesty Elion, a total of 207 warlocks have been summoned. Their average level is at the third rank, which is the threshold for mid-level warlocks."

Such an average level is quite exaggerated.

It's important to know that among the human mages in Eldoron, on average, only one out of every ten low-level mages becomes a mid-level mage!
This is because many of these sorcerers already had a fairly high level of magical ability when they awakened their magic, rather than gradually training from the apprentice stage.

"Everyone,"

Grete, perched atop the high platform, flapped his crimson dragon wings and flew to the front of the group:
“I am Grete, the disciple of His Majesty the Great Elion.”

"Over the past 10 years, my great teacher has taught me how warlocks can improve themselves, and today, I will teach you all the same methods!"

“I know that you are the most special group of natural spellcasters in this country, unable to imitate the experience of the mages around you. Therefore, I will guide you!”

The many sorcerers below the stage were extremely excited upon hearing this.

"So, a sorcerer's power can indeed be improved through training and learning?"

"Since I awakened my magic, it hasn't grown at all in the past two years."

"My magic level has improved quite a bit in the past five years, from a second-circle sorcerer to a third-circle sorcerer. However, I don't know how to actively train, nor do I know how to learn third-circle spells."

"Me too. Everyone else in my combat team is a mage. I can't understand what they're saying, and I can't understand those spell models and arcane formulas."

"So, warlocks can also learn new spells on their own, right?"

"Yes, yes, I also want to learn new spells from the mages, but I can't understand their casting methods at all. My mind is always stuck on those few spells I use when I awaken my magic..."

"..."

The many warlocks in the square were buzzing with excitement, their eyes sparkling with anticipation at the arrival of Gretel, their guide!

In this country dominated by mages, they are considered outcasts.

Unlike others, they cannot learn and understand new magic.

They had been longing for this mentor for so long!
"I will now answer your questions,"

Gretel announced from the high platform:
"That's right, warlocks can also learn new magic, but not in the way mages do, through logic, understanding arcane formulas, analyzing spell models, and memorizing spells."

"We warlocks have our own set of learning methods based on intuition and sensibility. A set of techniques for discovering personal potential and bloodline potential."

“This is the result of research by my teacher, His Majesty the Great Elion. And it has already proven effective on me.”

"Over the next few years, I will share these experiences with everyone!"

The many sorcerers in front cheered.

Looking at this group of new-generation warlocks, at those who represent the future of Eldoron, Gretel suddenly felt a bit dazed and sentimental.

Back then, when he knelt before his teacher Elian, swore an oath to become his disciple, wasn't he, as an outcast among arcane spellcasters, also harboring the same mindset?

Now, the naive child of yesteryear has returned after completing his studies, and it is his turn to lead the new generation of sorcerers.

Passing on the torch.

"First of all, I know that what everyone here is most concerned about is how warlocks learn new spells."

"We warlocks, if we want to learn new spells, cannot rely on analyzing and memorizing spell models. Instead, we must follow the guidance of our intuition."

“Next, I will demonstrate a defensive spell for you, the first level [Shield].” Grete uttered a dragon word softly, and a semi-transparent force field shield instantly formed around him.

"Gentlemen, try to feel the same magical power I possess as you—a power more surging and powerful than that of a mage, always ready to be unleashed!"

"Remember the scene of my spellcasting, remember the resonance of this magic, remember the intuitive feedback of this moment..."

On a high platform in the distance.

Elian watched with great satisfaction as Grete patiently taught and guided many new generation warlocks.

This was a scene he had anticipated when he took the young man as his apprentice.

"More than 200 warlocks with an average level of three rings. And this is without any training."

"In 5, 10, or even 20 years, this team of sorcerers will surely become a special operations force capable of turning the tide of battle!"

……

The 11th year of the Empire.

3 month.

In the Emerald Mountains south of Eldoron, the land of men, the Green Dragon Lord Emerald remains unusually calm, showing no sign of activity.

The elven delegation finally finished its drawn-out preparations and officially began its visit to the human kingdom of Eldoron.

This delegation, comprising representatives from 15 elven families (10 major moon elf families + 4 minor elven families + the Sun Elf royal family Sunburst), totaling over 30 people, all of whom were at least high-ranking professionals, teleported to the gates of Peace Town, a town south of Eldoron.

El-Erian personally received the team.

For the first time in history, the Elven Kingdom has officially engaged in friendly contact with the human race!
……

"Ah, are these all undead?"

"Are the undead building a house?"

Upon successfully arriving in Eldoron, the first thing that greatly shocked many of the elves in the delegation was the sight of zombies and skeletons working on the road.

These zombies and skeletons were once orcs, goblins, and kobolds.

"I had heard before I came that the human kingdom did not consider necromancy, which creates the dead, to be taboo. It turns out it's true."

"Human thinking is truly incomprehensible."

"I think it might be because when His Highness Seymour taught magic to humans, he didn't emphasize the danger and taboos of the undead, causing them to be completely unaware of this?"

As a conservative sun elf, Prince Elf immediately frowned upon seeing this scene.

They are indeed a lowly race without gods or reverence.

Recklessly using this blasphemous necromancy!
Although the corpses of barbaric races such as orcs are used, it does not change the fact that necromancy is evil!
"Hmph, let's keep these annoying things away from us."

Elf shouted angrily:

“You humans are indeed a degenerate and atheistic race, abusing this forbidden magic.”

"Don't blame me for not warning you, these spirits spread negative energy, causing the land to yield no harvest and making the living more susceptible to illness!"

Yes, it's probably not wrong to insult humanity like this, to leave all the envoys with the impression that humanity is depraved...

As Elf pondered this, he glanced at his sister Lia beside him.

To his utter surprise, Princess Leah showed no intention of joining him in the cursing.

Instead, he maintained a polite smile, as if he hadn't seen the spirits at all.

(End of this chapter)