I, a Super God of Law, Signed a 300-year Contract with the Elf Race Novel - Chapter 39
Chapter 39: The Mysterious Holy King
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Elder Norton’s heart almost jumped out of his chest as he watched Bronzebeard’s actions.
He quickly separated Chris from him and pretended to be angry. “Bronzebeard, he’s still a child. Don’t let him near your blazing elixir the next time.”
Chris was now the Messenger of God, the hope of the elves. What if something went wrong with him after he drank it?
He could not afford to shoulder this responsibility.
Bronzebeard guffawed and punched Norton in the chest. “You can’t hold your liquor, yet you want to teach young people a lesson. You really don’t understand the joys of youth.”
Despite what he said, his beard and hair were white, and his skin was dry like that of an old man. In fact, their lifespan was far from that of the elves.
In elven years, Bronzebeard’s age was equivalent to fifty to sixty years old, so he was three hundred years younger than Norton.
Then, after Elder Norton introduced them both, Chris didn’t expect that this liquor-loving old man was actually a master smith.
Besides alchemists who could forge weapons, certain ancient races also inherited this skill.
Because it had been passed down from generation to generation, the dwarves studied this skill and this skill only. Compared to alchemists, they were better at forging.
Bronzebeard came to the Elf tribe this time because he wanted to forge a holy weapon with the help of the Elven Queen.
As payment, he would have to tailor-make weapons for the 100 Druid warriors.
“Old Norton, the Ancient Tree of War hasn’t been used ever since the Elven Empire was dissipated a thousand years ago. The forging furnace down there hasn’t rusted, has it?”
Bronzebeard winked at Norton.
“Piss off!”
Norton shouted at him, but he wasn’t really angry. He knew Bronzebeard’s personality. He was a temperamental person.
“Ancient Tree of War?”
Chris, who stood off the side had a glint in his eyes the moment he heard that.
“The Ancient Tree of War was built by emperor Legolas himself back then. It’s a place that specializes in forging and upgrading weapons. Moreover, there’s a special magic buff inside that’s integrated into the Ancient Tree of War. Even if you rusted, it would still be intact.”
Upon hearing elder Norton’s reply, Bronzebeard raised the wine jar in his hand and gulped down a mouthful of wine.
“No matter how good the furnace is, it would still be a waste in your hands. Let’s go, bring me to the furnace in the Ancient Tree of War. ”
…
Just as elder Norton led Bronzebeard and Chris to the Ancient Tree of war.
A mysterious conspiracy was brewing in the Isabella Mountains thousands of miles away.
A huge dark castle stood high on a mountaintop. The castle was surrounded by hard walls glimmering with dark runes.
On the city walls, a few groups of patrolling mages in black robes walked back and forth from time to time.
At the center of the castle was a huge crystal tower that was more than a hundred meters tall.
This was the mecca of mages and alchemists on the sacred continent, the Spiritual Tower.
Because of the uniqueness of the Spiritual Tower, the Isabella Mountains were independent of the ten countries and did not belong to any of them.
In an area near the Spiritual Tower, there was a well-guarded dungeon.
This was where the Spiritual Tower imprisoned mages who have sinned, the Prison of Heavenly Retribution.
At this moment, in the Prison of Heavenly Retribution, Gordon the saint-level mage sat quietly on a stone bed with magical shackles on his hands and feet.
As a saint-level mage of the human race, he had bewitched the Sky Eagle Empire to attack the elf race, tore up the Ashuta Treaty, and ruined the relationship between the three races.
Not only that, Gordon had also stolen and damaged the Spiritual Tower’s newest magic crystal, the Scepter of Stillness.
After the higher-ups of the Ten Great Countries and Spirit Tower discussed the matter together, they decided to punish Gordon to reflect on his mistakes for ten years.
To a sage-level mage, ten years would pass with just a snap of the fingers.
But Gordon could not wait any longer. He was already 198 years old, and a sage-level mage had a maximum lifespan of 200 years.
In other words, Gordon would spend the last moments of his life in the Prison of Heavenly Punishment, that is if nothing interfered with his sentence.
He would be in jail until the end of his life.
However, Gordon was not sad at all. The look on his face was like a dry well, calm and deep.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was waiting for something.
“He told me that as long as I attack Nightsky Forest, he will grant me an additional 50 years of life,”Gordon muttered to himself.
He turned insane just because he wanted to survive, he had completely lost his. His good disciple did not disappoint him either.
With just a few words of instigation, his disciple secretly attacked Nightsky Forest.
Originally, all the plans were within his grasp, but who knew that a necromancer would suddenly show up.
It completely ruined his plans.
Everything was exposed, and he was locked up in there.
As that thought crossed his mind, an unknown flame emerged from within Gordon. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and his blood-red eyes looked like a demon’s.
“Damn it, I would have succeeded. It’s that damned necromancer’s fault. Otherwise, I would have made it.”
“Arghh…”
“Magus Gordon, I’m sorry I’m late.”
Just as he was roaring furiously, a familiar voice swept across his soul like a bolt of lightning.
Gordon’s eyes were filled with ecstasy. A black fog with a blood-red tinge slowly rose in front of him. It was a blood-red figure shrouded in the black fog.
“Holy King, have you finally come to fulfill your promise?”
Gordon was ecstatic. With 50 more years of life, so what if he stayed here for 10 years? He still had 40 years to live after he got out.
“I’m sorry, my friend, for making you wait this long!”
A young and handsome golden-haired young man in his twenties appeared in front of Gordon,
The first time they met, no one would have thought that this young man was actually a saint-level being.
Back then, he was only 13 years-old when Gordon first met him. Even after so many years, he still looked the same.
“After so many years, your appearance hasn’t changed at all. Have you really found a way to eternal life?”Gordon said passionately.
“Eternal life? Although it’s not completed just yet, I’m almost there. I came here today because I want you to be like me, forever alive. Are you ready?”
The blonde man smiled slightly and extended his finger, pointing at Gordon’s forehead.
“I have been preparing all this while for this moment.” Gordon trembled in excitement.
However, just as he was at the peak of his excitement, the entire scene took a turn for the worse. The golden-haired man’s palm suddenly cracked open.
A black snake came out from inside and bit Gordon’s neck in a flash.
“Ah… The magic in my body?” Gordon’s eyes widened as he roared with a hoarse voice, “What are you doing? Let go of me, let go of me!”
