Advent of the Archmage Chapter 605 – Dark Elves’ Starlight Rose (3)

Chapter 605: Dark Elves’ Starlight Rose (3)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Black Forest, Dark Water Port

“No, no, no, we can’t agree to those conditions. Iridium is a precious material from the Isle of Dawn. It’s a strategic resource. Supplying 200 pounds per month is too much. We can’t give that much.”

At the table, Prince Mordena shook his head. There seemed to be no room for negotiations.

Molina was frustrated. She’d experienced the High Elf’s toughness many times these past days. He would repeatedly calculate each condition of cooperation; nothing was smooth. She wouldn’t waste time with these discussions that just went back and forth if he hadn’t shown some sincerity.

After discussing with her subordinates, Molina said, “Your Highness, it’s useless to keep trying each other. Just say what your bottom line is.”

“This, uh…” Mordena suddenly started coughing. At first, they were quiet, but after a while, they intensified. It sounded like his lungs were ripping. Suddenly, he spat onto the ground. It was red, and a metallic smell floated in the air. It was blood.  U.p.dated by Box n o v e l. com

“Your Highness, what’s wrong?” The surrounding High Elves surged forward, protecting Mordena. They stared at the Nagas and demons with caution as if they’d done something.

Molina was shocked too. After all, they were serious about working with the High Elves after receiving the order from the God of Destruction. They wanted to help them fuse the realms successfully. They’d never thought of pulling tricks, let alone hurt the prince.

“Your Highness, what’s wrong?” she also asked with concern. She forgot about the negotiations immediately.

Mordena was still coughing but much softer. After half a minute, he finally took a breath and said weakly, “These past days were too tiring. My old injuries came back. I must rest for a while. I’m afraid I cannot continue coming.”

His face was pale as paper while speaking. There was also a shocking pool of blood on the ground. He was listless too.

Molina furrowed her brows. She wanted to say something, but Mordena continued, “The alliance can’t be delayed either. My subordinates will negotiate for me.”

“Okay, that’s fine.” Molina nodded and then asked in concern, “Your Highness, I am skilled in divine healing spells. Would you like me to help you?”

Mordena smiled wryly and waved his hand. “No need. My injury isn’t easy. Even the World Tree is useless. It isn’t too bad though. Just let me rest for a few days.”

With that, he nodded apologetically to Molina and then said to his servant, “Take me back.”

His servants helped Mordena away from the room. When he returned to his residence, he straightened and said to his adjutant that had followed, “Vader, it’s up to you all now. Argue with them if the conditions are too much. If the conditions are okay, then pick them apart. If there’s nothing to pick, then agree. Whatever you do, just drag it out, understand?”

The two Inferno Warriors hadn’t sent news back, but this information was too important. It directly affected their strategy.

If they couldn’t confirm it, the High Elves couldn’t fully cooperate with the Army of Destruction.

“I understand, Your Highness.” Vader nodded. He knew what his prince meant.

Lawndale was at the meeting room. “Saint,” he whispered to Molina. “The High Elves may be trying to delay things.”

Molina’s heart jumped. But before she could reply, she saw that High Elf across the table had good hearing. His eyes narrowed, and he said angrily, “Saint, is this your attitude towards cooperation? We’ve decided on quite a few conditions these days. Is it all nothing to you? We have no need to delay things!”

This was true. Things were going slowly, but the High Elves were still sincere. Once they decided on something, they would follow through immediately without any delay. This was one of the reasons why the negotiations hadn’t failed after this half month. The High Elves would occasionally toss out something sweet to keep tempting them.

The High Elf’s protest was effective. Molina’s worry was erased instantly. She knew she must soothe the other’s feelings. Turning to Lawndale, she said angrily, “Dark Elf, watch your words. Go apologize to the Isle of Dawn!”

Usually, Lawndale would stand up without hesitation to apologize. He would even give compensation. But today, for some reason, he grew tough.

Sitting in his chair without moving, Lawndale said coldly, “Saint, am I wrong? Do you not see anything wrong with their performance these days? The promises they’d gone with are all unimportant details. These benefits are like ants. It’s just to sate us. They always avoid the core problems.”

As he spoke, he huffed at the High Elf across from him. “Gore, I think that you’re waiting for news from the two Inferno Warriors, right? You want to confirm if the Ferde lord truly got the Book of Creation fragment because it pertains to the safety of the World Tree and the Isle of Dawn. Is that right?”

“You…nonsense!” Sweat beaded on Gore’s forehead.

“Then tell me where the Inferno Warriors went,” Lawndale pressed.

“That’s our private matters. I don’t need to tell you.” Gore composed himself a bit and turned to Molina. “Saint—”

Before he could finish, Lawndale started again. He stood up powerfully and slammed a hand on the table. “Look at me, Gore,” he roared. “Answer my question!”

That utterance was powerful and loud. Everyone was frightened, especially Molina. She froze and stared at Lawndale incredulously. The demon nearby blanked too. Then he pointed at Lawndale, laughing.

“Poor thing, are you still drunk? Do you still think you’re laying down next to a girl right now?”

Lawndale looked over and sneered. “Idiot! Your brain is filled with sh*t. What do you know? Shut up before you embarrass the Army of Destruction.”

“Huh, did you eat sh*t today and embarrass yourself so now you want to die?” The demon wasn’t easy to deal with either. He waved his fists.

Lawndale wasn’t afraid. He glared at the demon, pissing him off even more. “Looks like you don’t want to live anymore.”

Lawndale grasped his wand and inserted Mana. Thick black fog surrounded the dark gem at the wand’s tip.

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Molina finally said, “Enough!”

Demons feared Agatha Nagas, especially Molina who could communicate directly with the God of Destruction. Hearing her yell, the demon stopped immediately. Lawndale also retracted his Mana.

Seeing that things were calming down, Molina looked to Lawndale. “Dark Elf, you’re different today,” she said, feeling strange. “What gave you the courage?”

The current Dark Elf race had no Legendary figures. The most powerful was only Level-9. The entire race only had around one million people. There were less than 5000 Warriors who could fight. With that power, they could only be subordinates.

But today, they suddenly straightened their backs. It was very strange.

Lawndale smiled. Standing up, he walked to the door and lowered onto one knee. “Welcome the princess,” he said respectfully.

“Princess?” Molina was confused. The Dark Elves had a royal family, but they only existed in name. All authority lay with the Silver Moon Council. The so-called princess was only a puppet of this fallen race. She only had symbolic significance.

The demons found it strange too. They stared at each other.

“When did the Dark Elves get a new princess?”

“A little girl can give Lawndale so much strength? Did he hit his head?”

“I think he’s gone mad.”

The High Elves didn’t say anything. They just watched the show. When Lawndale welcomed the princess, they looked to the door. They wanted to see what the princess was like.

Under all their anticipation, a veiled figure appeared at the entrance.

Seeing this person, Molina was shocked. She felt a very obscure dark aura. Only a Legendary figure would have this power. It had to be at least Level-12 too.

Really? Molina thought back to Lawndale’s actions, and fear appeared.

At this time, the figure raised her hand and slowly took off her hood. Light golden hair flowed down like a waterfall. The delicate features revealed now stole everyone’s breaths. The pure black eyes shone with indescribable authority.

When she appeared, the surroundings lost color. Everything became the background to show her off. It was as if all light in the world had gone to her. She was flawlessly beautiful; she was high and mighty, like a goddess in the clouds.

The room was silent. No one could speak.

After a long while, the High Elf behind Gore fell to one knee like Lawndale. Mesmerized, he murmured, “The rose illuminated by starlight, the moon’s daughter, unmatched. My only wish is to accompany you for eternity.”

Her charm was truly shocking.