Chapter 64: The Unusual Your Majesty
“If no one offends me, I won’t offend anyone; but if someone dares to provoke me, I shall strike back!”
This wise saying was deeply engraved in Airael’s heart.
Recalling those words, Airael thought about the war they were currently enduring—one instigated by the Human Race, igniting a blaze of fury within her.
This war was a blatant act of invasion by humans.
Although humans claimed they were seeking revenge for past grievances, as the Elven Race had once conquered them, they were now simply reversing roles. For the elves, this was a war of defending their homeland.
Humans sought to invade their territory; they could never allow such a thing to happen.
As a member of the Elven Race, and now their queen, Airael felt this sentiment deeply.
She had to drive the humans away!
Without hesitation, Airael tightened her grip on the Staff of Eternity she had been leaning on.
In the next moment, a golden magic circle erupted beneath her feet.
A vast array of magical elements instantly gathered around her.
The sudden disturbance caught the attention of the nearby elves, who turned their eyes towards Airael.
Fueled by rage, Airael paid them no mind.
Her gaze fixated on a Human squad that had just landed in the distance.
Unbeknownst to them, they had become the target of Airael’s attack.
They were rapidly organizing under their squad leader’s commands, preparing to enter the fray.
In an instant, Airael unleashed a high-level magic she had previously mastered—Lightning Strike!
A bolt of lightning descended from the heavens with incredible speed, and the Human soldiers had no time to react before being struck.
This time, the lightning didn’t disperse; instead, Airael concentrated it into a massive single strike.
With a resounding boom, the powerful lightning explosion created a shockwave that instantly scattered the freshly organized squad, with some soldiers near the impact point perishing on the spot.
The sudden and fierce magical assault caught the Human mages off guard.
This shouldn’t be happening!
They had detected no magical fluctuations nearby.
Otherwise, they would have set up defensive spells in advance.
In fact, not just them—the Elven Mages in the area were equally shocked.
How on earth did the Human soldiers suddenly suffer such a devastating magical attack?
The elves surrounding Airael stared in awe at their new queen.
With such a long casting distance, could she really be just a first-tier mage?
They were at least a kilometer away from the battlefield!
Even with the Staff of Eternity, a legendary artifact, it was downright absurd!
With that casting range, and judging by her accuracy, it was more like the prowess of a transcendent tenth-tier mage.
Airael was baffled by their astonished stares.
She merely acted on impulse.
But after casting, she truly felt fatigued—far more than last time.
Fortunately, she was quite pleased with the effect.
This strike might not change the overall tide of battle, but it certainly made her presence known.
She, Airael, Queen of the Elven Race, Admiral of the Navy, ruler of Silnas Island had made a tangible contribution to this war.
In the end, Hela and the other elves didn’t comment further.
They consoled themselves with the thought that their queen was indeed the queen—she must have some differences compared to them.
After venting her fury with that single attack, Airael did not initiate another round.
She was simply too exhausted; even if she wanted to attack again, she had the will but lacked the strength.
Though the Humans noticed the presence of the elves, the distance was too great for them to act.
Their main focus remained on seizing the landing point.
Their prince, Victor, had given them just one day to accomplish this.
Within a day, they had to capture the landing point and allow their army to land for a full-scale assault on Silnas Island.
As more Human troops arrived at the coastline, the pressure on the Elven defenders only increased.
The sheer number of the enemy forces could push their lines back significantly, even with reckless abandon.
The Elven front line continued to retreat under the fierce assaults from both races.
Meanwhile, at Victor’s urging, the Sea Tribe soldiers had also stepped up—no longer just passive observers—but putting in every ounce of their strength.
After all, they had boarded the Human’s warships.
If they failed to assist in the conquest, the Humans wouldn’t have the energy left to help them fend off the revenge of the Merfolk.
The Merfolk were sure to retaliate fiercely.
Alone, they could not fend off such wrath.
Thus, they needed Human help going forward.
As the Elven lines retreated repeatedly, it became harder for them to hold their ground.
At that moment, a messenger approached Airael: “Your Majesty, General Lov wishes for you to return to the castle; the front-line soldiers are barely holding on.”
“I understand. Go tell Lov I’m on my way back.”
Airael glanced at the messenger, then shifted her gaze back to the battlefield.
It was evident that the Elven soldiers were indeed struggling.
The intensity and fierceness of the Human and Sea Tribe attacks were beyond their expectations.
Airael had seen soldiers from both races recklessly charging into the Elven front lines, all in a bid to create openings for their comrades.
As the vanguard, they naturally became the sacrifices.
A small group infiltrating the Elven lines, surrounded by elven soldiers from all sides, faced nothing but doom.
Under this maddening siege, the Elven soldiers only held on for half a day before they had to consider abandoning this minor checkpoint.
Holding for such a small point against such fierce assaults from both races is hardly worthwhile.
Not long after the messenger set off, Airael along with a group of elves made their way back.
As Airael distanced herself, the Elf Race relinquished their coastal checkpoint and began to retreat.
Facing the retreating Elven soldiers, the troops of both the Human and Sea tribes launched a pursuit, dramatically expanding their victories.
Once they completely captured the landing point, jubilant expressions broke out among the Human soldiers.
This was going far smoother than they had anticipated.
Some even believed that what lay ahead would be even easier.
Take Victor, for instance.
The swift conquest of the landing point was, in his eyes, directly tied to his own relentless pressure.
If those guys weren’t forced, how could they muster their full strength to fight for him?
