Blood Elf Monarch

An unexpected battle that was unavoidable reoccurred. This time, the magus level elves had to fight the mythical creatures with long snaking bodies that could merge with the swamp water and attack suddenly with their formidable strength.

The number of wyrms that came forced the elves who were still continuing the expedition to face them in a one-on-one battle. Even so, the fight didn't look easy with the opponent's monster abilities that were very agile, fast, aggressive, and able to calculate their every move.

Tristan's blood spear managed to hit one of the wyrms, but the wyrm managed to pull it out with a tail that could coil around anything. They watched as the wyrm's blood that was blackish red gushed out of the wound on its body. It looked disgustingly thick.

The injured wyrm immediately shot straight into the swamp water, camouflaging with the darkness that helped and made it difficult to detect. Under the swamp surface, the monster seemed to have the ability to disappear.

When Tristan was trying to find the wyrm he had to defeat, Queen Leena suddenly shouted in a deafening voice from a point not far from him.

"Aargh!"

All the elves' eyes immediately fell on the source of the scream.

They witnessed how the body of the Queen of the Vanyar Kingdom was entangled by a wyrm. Her feet were no longer on the ground under the water. Queen Leena's body was floated by the wyrm's restraints.

"Dammit!" Tristan dashed toward the queen to save her before anything bad happened to her.

However, though he already reacted very fast, in reality Tristan was still far from Queen Leena. The swamp water seemed to have a dark magical power that made the footsteps of those in it feel heavy and unable to move quickly.

[Blood Synthesis]

Tristan had no other way but to create a new spear again with the power of his blood.

Before the blood spear was fully formed, it had aimed at the head of the wyrm, which was large and wide, making it an easy target for a ranged attack.

However-

CLANK!

The wyrm quickly dodged the blood spear and made it plunge into the tree trunk behind him.

The creature was very intelligent, it studied the types of attacks of the elves so that the same pattern of attacks was recorded in their brains. It made them easily able to dodge fatal attacks.

"Dammit!"

It was too late. Tristan couldn't reach her even though he was the closest to the position of Queen of Vanyar.

While the others were busy with their respective wyrm opponents, they couldn't do anything. Even though they wanted to help, they knew also that they couldn't let their guard down, or their lives would end next in that dangerous battle.

However, from the darkness in the forest behind Queen Leena's back, Tristan could feel the air pressure blowing differently. Something or someone with tremendous power came from that direction and shot out from within in the form of a black shadow.

The black shadow instantly conjured the nearby air to become cold and terrifying.

SPLAT!

A large sword with a shiny silver blade suddenly appeared from the shadow. It slashed at the Wyrm's head, which was ready to pounce on Queen Leena's head and turn her into food.

SPLASH!

The wyrm's huge head fell to the ground, and its body wrapped around Queen Leena slowly loosened.

Before the Queen fell and plunged into the swamp water, the figure who swung the sword from the shadows had appeared and caught her, it was a male elf with strange clothes.

"Leena…" the voice that came out of the elves' mouths made the queen tremble. Queen Leena couldn't believe what her eyes saw. Her lips trembled, and her eyes couldn't even blink.

Tristan observed the appearance of the elf who had just emerged from the shadows. That Elf, he felt that he had seen him somewhere.

His light golden hair grew long and covered his back. His eyes looked sincere as he looked at Queen Leena. His body filled with muscles seemed to be holding Queen Leena tightly but with a soft touch so as not to hurt her.

"I can't believe it... It's really you Leena,"

"Iva… Iva… is this real? You are alive?" Queen Leena gently caressed the man's jaw, and her tears were unstoppable.

"This is real, I am real. Everything is real."

The elf that suddenly appeared was none other than the lost King of Vanyar, King Ivassar the Tranquill.

The king of Vanyar pressed his forehead with his wife in greeting, and the Queen of Vanyar immediately wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and kissed his lips. Within, the longing that she had endured for the past 50 years was finally able to be conveyed.

Tristan and the others stared at the two of them who were emitting an aura of happiness. At the same time, as if they had an agreement before, the wyrms they were fighting sank into the swamp water.

"My old friend, the king of Vanyar, Ivasaar."

Tristan and the magus level elves had the same reaction. They really didn't expect to meet someone who was still alive from the expedition fifty years ago.

Ivasaar, The King of Vanyar, was the husband of Queen Leena, the father of Tristan's wife, Serene.

Tristan suddenly remembered where he had seen him. From a painting in the royal palace of Vanyar, Serene once told him how her father was involved in an expedition fifty years ago and never returned home.

No one knew whether Ivasaar was still alive or dead, like the son of the King of Mirkwood, Haladar.

However, his unexpected appearance, coming to save his wife who was being cornered by the wyrm, was the proof. He made the elves in that place know that there were still survivors from the expedition fifty years ago.

Callan's face changed, looking much lighter than before. Hope had grown in his heart. He still hoped to meet his father alive. Because until now, the whereabouts and status were still unknown.

The elves were taken aback for a moment, but the battle was still far from over. They soon returned to fighting.

"Attack right between their eyes! Their weak points!" Ivasaar, the king of Vanyar, shouted.