A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 609 The Day of Demise

Thranduil sighed; the situation was now becoming increasingly dire.

Whether it's the Elven World Tree or the Elven race's defeats on the front lines, both are gradually pushing the Elven race to the brink of destruction.

With no other option, Thranduil could only continue to meet with other legends in an attempt to prolong the life of the Elven race.

However, to Thranduil's surprise, even so, he still faced numerous obstacles.

"I am Thranduil of the Elf race..."

"Elves? I'm not familiar with them, don't bother me."

Without a doubt, the answer is no.

Thranduil frowned, then continued searching, somewhat skeptical.

"I am an elf..."

"Elves? I don't know them. Goodbye."

In just a few seconds, the connection was interrupted again, and communication was immediately lost.

Undeterred, Thranduil continued to try.

However, his attempt was unsuccessful.

"Elves? Farewell."

"Elves? Don't you even know your own situation? And you've come looking for us?"

Without a doubt, no one agreed to form an alliance.

Everyone rejected the alliance proposal outright.

After all, the druids had already shown all the other legends what would happen if they allied with the elves.

Therefore, no one dares to form an alliance with the elves now.

Even Thranduil, as the Elvenking, was powerless to do anything about it.

After all, these are all true facts, and he can't refute them.

Finally, after searching around and finding that no one was paying attention, Thranduil gave up.

But it's not over yet.

Soon, someone contacted Thranduil.

"Well, I won't be going. You know I've always loved peace."

That's a very lame excuse; everyone knows the real reason.

It's all because of Jiang Shuzhou.

After all, Jiang Shuzhou had killed so many druids not long ago.

"You can wait a little longer..."

Thranduil wanted to say something more, but the other person was already preparing to leave.

"What happens to the elves is none of my business. You can deal with it yourselves."

After saying that, the legend quickly fled.

He wanted to live a little longer, not want to be remembered by Jiang Shuzhou for no reason.

When the time comes, if they come knocking on your door, you'll have nowhere to cry. So, for the sake of his own life, this legend ran away with remarkable decisiveness.

As for the survival of the elves?

What does this have to do with us?

Thinking this, the elves' former allies all fled, completely ignoring Thranduil's extremely ugly expression.

Soon, it was all over.

Thranduil tried to persuade him to stay.

Undoubtedly, it seems pointless; those who are meant to leave won't look back.

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"How is the situation?"

Jiang Shuzhou watched silently from inside the mage tower.

"Things are going much more smoothly than I expected."

Grace said from the side.

"That elf has already infiltrated; soon, it will all be over."

Jiang Shuzhou nodded upon hearing this, and then began to think about the next plan again.

Polluting the World Tree of Spirits is the top priority; nothing is more important than this, since Jiang Shuzhou's advancement depends on it.

Secondly, it is about confronting the gods.

After all, Jiang Shuzhou and the gods are enemies, essentially irreconcilable, and their relationship is one of life and death.

"Also, Master, another monk asked me if you need any help."

Grace said.

"We refused and told them not to interfere."

Jiang Shuzhou said without even thinking.

He doesn't need help with his affairs.

As a mage who practices the Way of Flesh and Blood, Jiang Shuzhou can create whatever he wants, even legendary items. As long as he's willing to put in the effort, there's nothing he can't create.

"It's time to launch an attack. Don't let the elves get too comfortable and forget about us."

As Jiang Shuzhou spoke, he began preparing to mobilize his troops and launch an attack.

This time, Jiang Shuzhou's troops were different from those of the past, with more elite forces deployed, and he also deployed more legendary flesh-and-blood creatures.

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At the edge of the Golden Forest, this place is usually the most tranquil and requires no defense.

However, things are different now.

Huge, towering city walls stand here, built on the spot by the elves to prevent Jiang Shuzhou's attack.

Or rather, in order to withstand Jiang Shuzhou's attack in a short period of time.

"Sigh, it's true, those big shots just issue a transfer order and I'm being sent here to be stationed. Heaven knows how dangerous it is here!"

"One of the Elven soldiers complained."

"Why do you care so much? Just stand guard properly and take a break when you need to. These days, it's good enough to just survive. Don't forget how many of our compatriots have already lost their lives at that guy's hands."

The person the elf was referring to was clearly Jiang Shuzhou.

However, he didn't dare to name names at all.

On the one hand, she was afraid of being found out by Jiang Shuzhou, and on the other hand, she was terrified. Even mentioning Jiang Shuzhou's name seemed like a taboo.

Unfortunately, war is never merciless, and Jiang Shuzhou would not stop his attack because of such a trivial matter.

"Look, what's that?"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed elven soldier pointed to a huge black shadow in the distance and asked his companions.

"That's a monster! Someone's attacking! Report this immediately!"

However, before they could report it, a huge ball of burning molten iron was poured towards them.

"what!"

Before they could even scream, the soldiers were instantly engulfed in molten iron, turning into steel statues.

Boom boom boom!

The earth trembled; it was the sound of countless hunting dogs running.

War was imminent, and no one could avoid it.

"Damn it! They're everywhere!"

"We can't hold out any longer!"

Despite their best efforts to defend their homeland, the elven soldiers were finding it increasingly difficult to hold on.

After all, their numbers are what they are, so it's normal that these elves are outnumbered.

"Fellow countrymen, don't hesitate, I'm coming!"

As the words were spoken, a colossal city leaped forward and instantly appeared above the soldiers' heads.

Then, the cannon fire from the floating city covered the earth, annihilating all the invading enemies.

At the same time, a golden portal radiating divine light appeared, and countless warriors of angels and gods rushed out from it, engaging in fierce battle with the flesh and blood creatures.

This is the support of the gods; it seems they haven't given up after all.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction; it seemed that the scales of war were tipping in their favor.

But is this really the case?

In the forest, an unknown disease began to spread.

Despite all precautions, the Elven race still couldn't prevent the Twisted Dream Plague.

However, Jiang Shuzhou has not yet detonated it on a large scale.