"Of course you can, Your Majesty Enchanter Vellenor. You are an expert in magic and the spiritual arts, one whose power I can sense flowing like rivers beneath your skin. If you were just an ordinary human, I would never have allowed this sacred ritual to be witnessed by mortal eyes."A day later, Guo Jiang attended the ceremony to summon supernatural beings under the light of a full moon. He was truly astonished when he saw two giant oak trees that looked ancient beyond mortal comprehension rise up from the earth itself and gather in the sacred circle created by the elves during the mystical procession."Those are the Ents, the tree shepherds of legend. They are ancient trees that have gained consciousness and remain as guardians in Cliffdon Wood!" said Thodr, accompanying Guo Jiang while Elder Clene was busy conducting the complex ritual of summoning magical creatures from the forest depths.Guo Jiang was also amazed when ten beautiful, tall, and charming women appeared from the dar

Although offended by the harsh words that cut like blades, Aura Mahat turned his face toward the middle of the road. Now his expression became frozen too, his jaw hanging open in disbelief and terror.With trembling lips that could barely form words, Aura Mahat stared at the supernatural procession in the middle of the road. His immortal heart raced with fear that consumed his very essence.If all the people of Udristan City saw only the procession of soldiers marching in perfect formation, in the eyes of Aura Mahat and Nevertary, what they witnessed was far more terrifying. They beheld an army of ten thousand Imp soldiers with eyes like burning coals, ten thousand Foliot soldiers whose claws gleamed wickedly, five thousand genie soldiers wreathed in mystical flames, and a thousand Afrit soldiers whose very presence made the air shimmer with heat.All of them are supernatural beings disguised as humans with illusion magic, complete with armor that gleamed like liquid night and weapons

"Would you like to rest and recover your strength, Mr. Enchanter?" asked Thodr, when he spotted a relatively flat section of the peak that would be suitable for landing and recuperation."But I'm not tired from our flight. And besides, we haven't found where the Fey Race is hiding themselves, have we?" said Guo Jiang with growing dissatisfaction. He would not ask Ryu to stop flying until he found exactly what he was seeking."But the water dragon might be growing tired from this extended flight, sir. Besides, I have my own ancient method of summoning the Fey from their hidden sanctuaries!""The Fey won't just come out of hiding unless they're properly lured out with a specific technique passed down through generations," Thodr insisted with the confidence of ancient knowledge.Guo Jiang stared intently at Thodr with eyes that blazed like forge fires. "Really? Why didn't you tell us earlier that you possessed your own method of summoning them from concealment?" Guo Jiang grumbled with g

They were so shocked to hear that Guo Jiang was the Enchanter of the Kingdom that two ice arrows slipped from the hands of the two Fey. The weapons fell as if time itself had slowed, leaving trails of frost in the air.TSING!A whistling sound like the blowing wind could be heard, sharp and deadly as a blade cutting through silk. Thodr guessed that the cold air from the poison on the arrowheads was much colder than the eternal ice at the peak of Mount Gantung.Thodr's cheeks felt frozen as the two arrows whistled, rapidly approaching Guo Jiang with the speed of striking serpents. The magical poison trailing behind them left crystalline patterns in the air.Meanwhile, the two young Fey were startled when they accidentally released an ice arrow toward Guo Jiang. Fey, in this context, are magical creatures full of charm and magic, blessed by the ancient spirits of the forest.However, they are innocent and do not like to kill without reason, their hearts still pure despite the hardships

Ivien, the Fey Man, stood like a guardian statue carved from ancient marble. His muscular arms wrapped protectively around Milla's fragile form, as if his strength alone could shield her from death's cold embrace.Ivien hugged the Fey girl tightly, his calloused hands trembling against her fevered skin. Milla had already lost consciousness after vomiting a mouthful of blood, the crimson stain spreading across the pristine snow like spilled wine on white silk.And Ivien was currently focused on singing for his lover's recovery, his deep voice resonating with the power of ancient bloodlines. It was an ancient song with a melody and lyrics that contained healing spells, passed down through generations of Fey warriors who had faced similar darkness.Ivien remembered clearly, each note etched into his soul like sacred scripture. Shaman Lavor, the tribe's shaman, had taught these spells and songs to all the Fey on the peak of Mount Gantung, his weathered hands tracing mystical patterns in t