Mage Legend

However, now he only worries about two things. One is when the undead army will reach the Residual Star Swamp—by that time, he must be in top condition to respond; the other is the situation of the Unicorn Bay elves fighting against the fishmen. As long as the singing in the Elf Forest doesn't stop, the defense on the Erutalon River Shore will remain intact. Moreover, besides their wooden high towers, the elves have other backup measures.

Now, he can only trust that the Moonhand Guard is truly as powerful as the legends say, capable of defending against the fishmen's assault with less than a hundred men.

Unlike the worries of the mage, Caidi and his companions are filled with confidence, watching the fishmen wander like headless flies on Salantir's land.

These sea creatures cannot stay away from water for long; otherwise, their bodies will become very weak, losing their combat abilities. The way to solve this problem is to find the rivers without Holy Power, thus the fishmen's advance route is along the rivers. Salantir is a forest kingdom crisscrossed with water networks, and Erutalon is the only river capable of annihilating evil creatures, flowing past Heather Holy Mountain, forming a vast lake there. Elsewhere in the Elf Kingdom, countless other rivers flow, most named after flowers and fruits, commemorating the sustenance they provide to Salantir's land. However, none of them are infused with Holy Power.

It's challenging for an outsider to remember the complex river network. In the dense jungle, tall treetops completely block the sunlight, and the mist over the rivers makes it difficult to find direction. Even the elves need a long time to become familiar with their homeland, and humans might not be able to find their way out of this maze in a lifetime.

However, Caidi believes that those fishmen must have mastered the map of this land; otherwise, they wouldn't dare set foot on the land of the Elf Kingdom. The greedy fishmen of the sea have always coveted the fertile lands of Salantir, especially for its delicious berries, the best they've ever tasted. The ever-ambitious fishmen want to turn this water-rich land into their own garden and from here, launch attacks on the entire Anriel Continent. The fishmen see themselves as the world's masters, the owners of everything.

At least, that's what they think under their scaly skulls.

Caidi didn't rush to Unicorn Bay first; he knows clearly that with his fifty-plus warriors, it's impossible to annihilate those attacking fishmen. His only task now is to delay. He aims to divide the swarming enemies and then use his familiarity with the terrain to slowly eliminate them.

Thus, he sketches a completely new map of the Salantir rivers in his mind. If the fishmen truly have the Elf Kingdom's map, they will be confused by the newly emerged water network; without a map, they will find it impossible to easily leave this maze.

Caidi gathers his companions and announces this plan. Then, in teams of five, the Moonhand Guard members scatter immediately.

They are only warriors; they don't have spells like Lynch, so they can't forcefully create new river paths with magic—and doing so would only expose Caidi's intentions. The elves of the Moonhand Guard have all undergone the strictest training, selected by the Great Druid Nosta; they all possess certain natural spell abilities—either Druid or Ranger spells.

By simply placing a hand gently on the trunk of a large tree by the river, concentrating and carefully sensing the surrounding natural aura, Caidi and his team can communicate with these plants. Druids believe that all creatures in this world possess wisdom; they all have their own souls. However, that will is only open to other wills that understand and care for them; those without "Nature Enlightenment" cannot converse with these beings.

Caidi slowly recounts the events happening in the Elf Kingdom, using words the plants can understand as best as he can. He compares the fishmen's invasion to a surging flood, and Salantir at this moment to tender grass by the shore, trembling as it faces its doom.

"We need your help, friends," Caidi says slowly: "Please, use your sturdy roots to help us grip the land beneath our feet, giving the elves a chance to roam this paradise once more, still being your best neighbors. Help us..."