Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 169: Dwarven City of White Castle

A messenger bird, carrying a piece of magical paper and a familiar magical aura, flew through the forest's barrier and came to Celie.

It was a letter from Ella.

After Celie received the message from the other party, her originally calm face was instantly covered with frost.

"In the north, the dwarven city of White Castle suffered a large-scale demonic attack, resulting in heavy losses. Meanwhile, to the west, the newly emerged human nation and the Kingdom of El are in constant conflict. Ella suspects that demons are behind this, attempting to divide humanity."

After hearing what Teacher Celia said, Volame's heart sank.

Kingdom of El?
She knew the place; not only had Lord told her about it, but her parents had told her about it too.

That is the original kingdom of mankind and the place that all mankind yearns for.

The demons...they appear again!
He even attacked the Kingdom of El.

Although the flame of revenge was suppressed by reason, it had never been extinguished and was instantly ignited by this news.

After reading the letter, Lord frowned. He raised his head and his eyes met Celie's in the air.

There was no need for words, as the tacit understanding of a thousand years allowed them to understand each other's intentions instantly.

The peaceful teaching time is over, and the actual combat test comes early.

This is not only a test for Volame, but also a response to the current situation.

"Volamei, take your staff and get ready to go."

Volame's body trembled, and he met Celia's indifferent eyes.

fear?

No, it's more about the completely ignited fighting spirit and the awakened hatred.

She nodded vigorously: "Yes, Teacher Celie!"

Lord noticed the girl's nervousness hidden beneath the surface, walked over to her, and gently patted her shoulder: "Don't be nervous, Volame. Believe in your own strength. No matter what, Celie and I will be by your side."

These reassuring words relaxed Volame's tense nerves a little.

She looked at Lord with gratitude, and only she knew the complex emotions in her eyes.

Soon, three figures rushed out of the quiet forest like arrows.

Lord and Celia decided to go to the northern dwarf city first to deal with the attack of the demons, and by the way, see if Shulahart was behind it. As for the two human countries, the situation was far less critical than that of the dwarves.

The journey is long and boring.

During a brief camping trip, by the campfire, Volame finally couldn't help himself and carefully asked Lord the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time: "Teacher Lord... where did you learn so much magical knowledge?"

In Volame's eyes, Teacher Lord was just a human being not much older than himself.

Although I don’t know the other person’s exact age yet, he shouldn’t be a generation older than me.

However, the magical knowledge possessed by the other party was comparable to that of an elf like Teacher Biliai who had lived for thousands of years. This was so unusual that Volame couldn't help but ask.

“The longer you live and the more you see, the more you will know.”

Lord's answer was very plain, but there was a hint of detachment in his calmness.

“Living a long time…” Vlame pondered these words, and doubts welled up in his mind once again.

She secretly glanced at Celie not far away. She was dozing against a rock, the moonlight shining on her profile, a beauty that made people subconsciously take a second look.

A human, an elf... How did the relationship between them that transcends race come about?

How long exactly does the “long” that Teacher Lord mentioned mean?

She didn't dare to ask any further, but her curiosity about Lord's true identity was like a vine entwining her heart, getting tighter and tighter.

The closer you get to the north, the colder and drier the air becomes.

It was the first time that Volame saw the rolling hills, and also the first time that he saw mountains with one side covered in snow and the other side covered in lush greenery.

Lord saw the curiosity and confusion in her eyes and took the initiative to explain it to her.

It was not until they climbed over a towering ridge again that the scene before them made Volame hold his breath again.

In the distance, in the center of a huge circular mountain range, stands a mountain city that is magnificent beyond imagination.

The entire city seems to have been carved out of a huge hollowed-out mountain. Countless white stone houses built against the mountain and crisscrossing stairs form an extremely spectacular white fortress.

However, at this moment the city is in the midst of war!
Outside the city wall, there was a black mass, and a tidal army of monsters was charging madly.

Even in the sky, there were dozens of flying monsters circling, throwing various fireballs at the dwarf defenders on the city walls, causing explosions and screams.

On the city wall, the dwarf warriors fought hard and even used a lot of the dwarves' black technology. Gunpowder barrels were thrown out and smashed into the army of monsters, causing a violent explosion.

One could even see magical lights flickering on the top of the city walls. It was obvious that the magicians hired by the dwarves were casting spells.

But the demons' offensive was so fierce that gaps appeared in some city walls. Small groups of demons were pouring in through the gaps and engaging in a fierce battle with the defenders inside the city walls.

The smell of blood was carried by the wind, and even from a distance, it continued to stimulate Volame's senses.

The cruelty of war unfolded before her eyes without reservation, far more shocking and terrifying than any description.

Her face turned pale instantly, her stomach churned, and the palms holding the staff were covered in cold sweat.

The fighting spirit during previous training seemed so insignificant in the face of war.

"This is the battlefield." Celia's voice rang out in her ears, calm and composed, as if stating a perfectly normal fact. "Put away your weakness. Remember, if you hesitate for even a second, more dwarves will die down there. See those flying monsters? They're the biggest threat. Your first goal is to kill them! Can you do it?"

Celia's orders were unquestionable.

Volame followed her request and looked at the rampaging monsters in the sky, and a huge fear gripped her.

Those monsters are extremely fast, and you can hit them accurately with magic in the chaotic battlefield?
Volame began to doubt whether he could do such a thing.

"I..." Her voice trembled a little.

At this moment, a big warm hand gently pressed on her shoulder.

Lord's voice rang in her ears: "Folamei, believe in yourself. Just like when you practiced in the forest, lock on to your target and then channel your magic. Don't worry about monsters interfering with you. Celie and I are right by your side."

Lord's words seemed to have a magical power that dispelled the panic in her heart.

She recalled the countless times they had practiced in the forest. If she retreated here, wouldn't that be a disservice to the teachings of her two teachers?
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, closed her eyes, concentrated, and began to mobilize the magic power in her body.

(End of this chapter)