The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 57, Section 54: Human Land

Do you need someone to lend a hand?

As Alamir Goldflesh stepped out of the door, another court mage, also a Sun Elf and a supporter of Alamir's ideas, asked.

“No need.” Alamir’s tone was as cold as ice. “They’re just a bunch of monkeys who have only been learning magic for a little over 300 years. How many high-level mages can they have? I alone am enough.”

"After you're done, remember to come back before dinner. Her Majesty the Queen is hosting a banquet tonight," said the sun elf mage who had just supported Alamir.

"Is it really necessary?" Seymour yawned, watching Alamier angrily walk out of the hall, leaving the heavy wooden door creaking shut behind him.

"What a pity. I finally managed to teach humans magic. Now it's going to be ruined by this radical conservative."

A brief silence and stillness.

Even some of the elven court mages in the hall felt that Alamir's ideas were a bit too radical.

A few seconds later, suddenly an elven mage said:

"Is Alamir determined to kill every single human who can use magic? Isn't that a bit extreme?"

"Perhaps it's similar to killing a large group of goblins?" said the sun elf mage who had just supported Alamir. "I've wiped out quite a few goblin settlements back in the day."

"This may depend on the level of civilization of the human race."

"I reckon they're about the same as goblins or kobolds..."

"That's right."

Several elven court mages, starting with this topic, casually drifted off into a long chat about all sorts of things in the heavens and on earth.

They discussed the weapons imported from the dwarven clans, the different versions of myths from the beginning of creation, the melodies of poetry and the beauty of paintings, and legendary magic such as true spells and high elven magic rituals that surpassed the ninth ring and were considered the pinnacle of magical art…

In the long, almost eternal flow of time, they discuss all sorts of art, passing the unbearable hours—this is the daily life of an elf.

For elves, magic is merely one of the most unique categories of art in the human world.

……

Alamir Goldfleur left the palace of the Elven King's Court.

He quickly went through the next steps in his mind:
"Those human mages all live in floating cities high in the sky, which is convenient for me..."

"If I dispel the magic that keeps the Sky City floating, the human mages will fall to their deaths or be crushed by collapsing buildings."

"If there are any mages who have reached the intermediate level and have memorized flight magic, then kill them one by one. Make sure that arcane magic is not passed down."

"..."

This seems like a very simple thing.

After finishing up, I can still return before dinner to attend Her Majesty's banquet.

Alamir was confident in his [Elementary Legendary] strength.

What difficulty is there in dealing with a group of low- to mid-level mages?
In his view, a mere 300 years was less than half the lifespan of an ordinary elven civilian.

It would be quite good if humanity had a large number of mid-level mages at the third, fourth, or fifth ring.

It would be a miracle to find more than a dozen high-level mages who have reached the sixth ring. With a little attention, they can be easily defeated one by one.

Even ordinary ninth-ring archmages would be defeated after only a few rounds under his all-out attack!

"Let me check, roughly where on the map is the river valley where humans live..."

"Oh, it's only this small. The territory of any one of the ten great Sun Elf families is bigger than this!"

Alamir scoffed.

"Teleport!"

Then, the legendary elf chanted a long incantation. After a period of chanting and complex hand gestures, his figure disappeared in a flash of light.

Brilliant light and shadow flowed around him.

Once these shimmering lights were fixed into a concrete image, Alamir Goldfleur was already situated on the land of Eldoron.

He was located in a human town, slightly to the west of the floating city.

This is a transportation hub for several villages and towns south of Eldoron. Horse-drawn carriages travel along the road, pedestrians walk on the roads on both sides, and sturdy, neat stone houses surround the area.

Alamir raised his head slightly and could just see the floating city slowly flying high in the sky.

—Since Elion’s reforms began, the floating city of Eldoron has maintained a slow movement, traversing the entire territory of the land according to the flight routes planned by Elion, and constantly surveying the human lands below.

"This is the floating city of humans? It looks quite ordinary."

"It's just a larger rock that's been given an enhanced version of the levitation spell!"

Alamir sneered, completely ignoring the surprised looks from the townspeople around him.

"Wow, who is this monk? I've never seen him before."

"Why is he not following traffic rules and standing in the middle of the road? What if a horse-drawn carriage comes?"

"Wait a minute, this mage's ears are so long, they look like the elves in the textbook!"

"An elf? So this is what an elf is?"

"..."

The surrounding pedestrians were talking about it.

Alamir paid no attention to the discussion among the civilians around him.

From the previous discussion, he knew that:
The humans living on the surface are just lowly people who can't use magic, and they're not worth his attention at all!
"Okay, as long as we take down that floating city, that's fine, right?"

Alamir raised his hands, making a series of complex gestures, thus initiating a simple ritual magic.

This is essentially a super-enhanced version of "dispelling magic." The area of ​​effect, range, and effectiveness are all significantly increased!

"disperse!"

Two minutes later, as Alamir uttered the last word, an invisible wave surged toward the floating city high in the sky.

Then, Alamir stood with his hands folded, waiting for the floating city to fall from the sky.

In those two minutes, many civilians, not knowing what the mage was chanting, gathered around from all directions to watch.

They watched with great curiosity as the elven mage performed various complex and frenzied dance movements, chanting obscure elven incantations that they couldn't understand, which was quite comical.

"She really does look like an elf!"

"Have the elves come to our human land?"

"Teacher Joseph, where are you? Come quick! There's a live elf here!"

"Could it just be some bored guy dressed up as an elf, putting on an act here?"

"Yes, yes, I heard there's a place called Elf Village to the west, and the people there like to dress up as elves!"

"Is that elf chanting some kind of magic? How come nothing seems to be happening?"

"Perhaps they're just practicing the movements, without actually channeling magic or casting a spell?"

"Don't talk nonsense. It's also possible that his skill level is not high enough and he failed to cast the spell."

"..."

Alamir listened to the whispers around him and gave a disdainful snort.

"A bunch of utterly foolish human civilians. They don't even know magic, yet they dare to criticize me?"

"When you see the floating city high in the sky fall, and all the mages you once regarded as unapproachable die at my hands, then you will know fear!"

Alamir stood with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for the floating city to fall.

He waited for a full minute.

The floating city remained suspended in the sky, moving slowly along a fixed trajectory high above without the slightest sway.

"what's the situation?"

(End of this chapter)