Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 387 Gift

"A half-elf?" Thor refused with difficulty. "I can't give it to you."

The consciousness within the black space had instructed Thor to take Kongsa out and hand her over to the half-elf, but unexpectedly, the half-elf now voluntarily entered the valley.

"Don't worry, I will take him out. Unlike you ordinary people, once I enter the valley, I can never get out again."

Thor paused for a moment, but upon reflection, it seemed to be true.

Based on the information he had just received, this Elf Valley was like a filter, the outermost layer of lock that imprisoned the elves.

Wizards can still manage to squeeze through the mesh, but elves can only go in and never come out.

Although the person in front of him is a half-elf, unless he can shed half of his elven bloodline, he'll probably have to spend the rest of his life here.

However, Thor could not simply hand over the Elf King's head to him.

The half-elf clearly understood Thor's concerns. He thought for a moment and said, "If I said I wanted to destroy it, you wouldn't believe me easily, would you? Here's what we'll do: you take it, and I can destroy it without touching it. After that, you can dispose of the remains as you wish, and taking them out of the valley is no problem."

"How can I be sure you actually destroyed it?"

The half-elf wasn't angry at Thor's repeated questions. "Some things are like the sun. Even when there are dark clouds, you still know it's behind them."

Thor looked down at the head in his hand.

It's strange that even the Elf King isn't as good-looking as a half-elf.

Is it really a miracle of mixed race?

"May I ask why you want to destroy it?"

"Didn't you just want to destroy it too?" The half-elf stepped closer to Thor, but stopped three meters away.

"This distance is enough." The snowflakes around him grew denser. "Since you want to destroy it, you should already understand its danger, right?"

"Although life is tough, I love this world. But the return of the elves will inevitably bring irreversible pollution to this world. In addition... the world is destined for destruction."

Thor looked at the half-elf with a serious expression. What had he just said that he had omitted?

Could it be a "dent"?

"Although this is our first meeting... I am willing to believe you." Thor stretched out his arm and placed the Elf King's head on the carpet in front of him. "Please."

Seeing Thor's straightforwardness, the half-elf was taken aback. After regaining his senses, he actually asked Thor, "Are you Thor?"

How did you know me?

"When I came in, Gorsar told me to send you out before I died." The half-elf clapped his hands lightly. "When I came in, I met a wizard's apprentice, and I asked him if he was Thor. He said yes. So I sent him out."

Saul immediately guessed that it must be Mark who had escaped.

Unexpectedly, the man who killed Monroe and Herman halfway through the battle was fortunate enough to leave early because he was a half-elf.

Thor smiled slightly. "Mentor Gorsa... still cares about me."

Seeing Thor's slightly chilly smile, the half-elf added, "Some things may seem similar, but they may not be what you think."

Thor suppressed his smile; for some reason, he had revealed his true emotions in front of this half-elf.

"That's what they say, but it can be interpreted in many different ways, and in the end, you still don't know anything."

He composed himself and replied in this way.

The half-elf didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hands, and his ten fingers turned into colorful light and shadow.

He then beckoned to the Elf King's head on the carpet, and a colorful thread was pulled out from the top of the Elf King's head by an invisible force.

Thor watched quietly, without uttering a sound or disturbing the half-elf.

He could see that as the colorful threads were gradually pulled away, the originally beautiful face was slowly changing its appearance.

She was transformed from a dark-haired woman who perfectly matched Thor's aesthetic into a silver-haired androgynous beauty.

She's pretty too, but her facial features are completely different from before.

The colorful silk thread came into the half-elf's hand, and he continued to pull it.

More and more threads were pulled out, and the beautiful head underwent further changes.

It began to wither, age, and lose its vitality.

Finally, as the end of the thread left the head and entered the half-elf's palm, the head completely dimmed.

It's dead.

Thor clearly sensed this.

Thick frost began to condense on the half-elf holding the silk threads, and his colors faded, gradually disappearing into his palm.

Thor opened his mouth and watched as the half-elf lost all color, her beauty vanished, and she became a pale humanoid.

It looks remarkably like those eerie humanoid figures in the forest!

But he lacked the illusory feel of those eerie humanoid figures.

He is real.

Perhaps this is the blessing bestowed upon him by his other half of human blood?

Finally, the colors converged completely at his fingertips, forming a constantly changing sphere.

"We can take that head away. Although it no longer has the support of spiritual power, it is still a good material for witchcraft. It has a strong compatibility and is suitable for various modifications."

Thor bent down, his fingertips touching the withered head, and easily put it into his compressed bag.

"Thanks."

The half-elf nodded and accepted Thor's thanks.

Then, holding the colorful ball of light, he approached the pure white throne step by step.

Thor stepped aside automatically, a sense of desolation welling up inside him for some reason.

The diary offered no warning, clearly indicating that this half-elf was calmly facing his death.

The half-elf walked to the pure white throne and knelt on one knee.

His movements faltered for a moment, but he eventually handed the colorful ball onto the woven painting slowly and firmly.

The next instant, the seemingly ordinary woven painting suddenly generated a suction force, drawing all the colorful spheres into the painting.

Then, the half-elf collapsed helplessly at the foot of the throne.

The ice crystals on his body began to recede, and the drifting snowflakes in the room also disappeared, as if a magical power was beginning to disintegrate, and everything returned to normal, everything returned to peace.

He turned his head to look at Thor and finally showed his first smile since they met.

"Fortunately, I can still use the power of the throne to send you out, otherwise I would have to break my promise."

Seeing the half-elf struggling to climb onto the throne, Cableway stepped forward to help him up, but the half-elf shook his head and refused.

"Are my eyes on you?"

Thor thought of the Exile's Eye he had just acquired and nodded.

The half-elf had already climbed onto the throne and sat down. For a moment, he seemed to have regained some strength.

He said to Thor seriously, "The Forest of Four Seasons is only one of the places where elves live. Elves have lived in other places as well. Never, ever respond to the requests of elves, no matter when or where."

Thor nodded. "I know."

The half-elf closed his eyes. "Alright, I'll see you out now, and I'll give you anything I don't need while I'm at it."

The next second, countless snowflakes suddenly surged up beneath Thor's feet, completely obscuring his vision.

In the last moment before his vision was obscured, Thor saw the half-elf's pale body rapidly decaying.

When the snowflakes cleared, Thor found himself still standing in the same forest where he had first met Mark.

He failed to bring back the four containers lost in the Elf Valley, but he gained a lot from the trip.

It was only during the process of leaving the valley that he realized what the half-elf had given him.

The half-elf gave Thor all the pure magic he had left!

Thor had no idea how he did it.

After all, in this world, magic is not like internal energy, which can be passed around.

Thor's magic power is now very close to the minimum requirement for a formal wizard!

If he focuses on his studies for another year or two... he'll be able to become a full-fledged wizard!

Thor looked back into the depths of the forest.

"Thank you, half-elf who doesn't even have a name."

(End of this chapter)