Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

Just as the parliamentary argument reached a stalemate.

The hall doors were flung open, and an elven ranger stumbled in.

He lost his balance and fell in the center of the hall, the blood seeping from his leg armor staining the sacred jade floor red.

All the arguments vanished instantly.

The Elf King abruptly stood up: "What's going on?"

The ranger struggled to lift his head: "Orcs... orcs have gone mad!"

"Bridges of Sighs...are everywhere..."

The wanderer's voice was muffled, his body seemed to have exceeded its limits, allowing him to utter only a few words.

But everyone in the council hall understood what he meant.

Avira, who had just been waving the flag of peace, was now deathly pale and nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Why would the Orcish Empire suddenly assemble an army, and why didn't the council receive any news about it?"

"Could it be that what His Holiness the Saint said is true?"

"No way! If God the Father truly has a new will, there's no reason the church wouldn't know!"

The elders stared in alarm at the ranger who had fallen to the ground. After a moment of shock and confusion, fear began to creep in.

The leader of the esoteric sorcerer group, who had previously berated Avira, was the first to react: "Your Majesty, things have come to this point. Please order a general mobilization immediately!"

His supporters echoed his sentiments.

Under their expectant gazes, the Elf King, who had been silent all along, finally slowly raised his hand.

The noise in the hall immediately stopped.

"Assemble the army."

Upon hearing this, Avira and the others, who had previously slumped down, completely lowered their heads.

"Ring all the silver bells near the Bridge of Sighs."

"Open the Moon Well."

"Notify the church to assemble their guard."

One command after another was issued.

The Elf King paused for a moment, then issued his final command:

"Bring my griffin over here."

……

……

From the outside, the Bridge of Sighs looks like a frozen waterfall of aurora borealis, tens of kilometers wide, stretching across the sky and earth.

Surprisingly, once inside, it's a flat, straight path, requiring no climbing.

As always, the wind howled through this road to heaven, but today, the chaotic sounds of the wind seemed to contain some kind of prelude.

On one side of Silver Tree Island, banners obscured the sun.

The elven army is mainly composed of four parts.

At the very front row stood the Silver Moon Knights, arrayed in perfect formation. They rode unicorns, clad in mithril armor, their lances pointing skyward, gleaming with a chilling light.

Following the Knights, a colorful army of esoteric sorcerers stood ready, their large-scale magical resonance subtly creating an invisible pressure that made the elven army appear invincible.

The Church Guard consisted of paladins, priests, and druids. They were not organized into legionary formations, but rather remained in their usual squads.

Higher up, thousands of Windrunner gryphon riders circled in formation, their eyes burning with anticipation as they gazed ahead.

There, Elrond, the Elf King, also wore armor and rode a griffin, accompanying them.

"The saint's words are true..." The Elf King gazed at the dark mass on the other side of the Bridge of Sighs, his heart far from the calm he appeared to be.

The army that the Orc Empire has assembled today is already larger than the one it was during its rebellion five hundred years ago.

Despite having 100,000 lions behind him, the Elf King's worries did not diminish in the slightest.

What puzzled him most was why he had not received any divine message from the Father God even now.

He summoned the high priest.

His longtime confidant, who had shared life and death with him for many years, looked very unwell: "Your Majesty, we have already held three ceremonies of the highest standard."

"The World Tree's radiance remains bright, but... the Father God has still not given any response."

"Has Father fallen asleep again?" the Elf King asked in a low voice.

"Impossible. I spoke with God the Father just last week, and He didn't mention anything about sleep."

For the Silver Tree Spirits, their father god's slumber is actually the norm.

Since Elrond's accession, the Father has not responded to prayers for more than a thousand years.

Five hundred years ago, the orcs rebelled, creating many totem gods.

The Elven Father God ended his thousand-year slumber, confronted the Orc gods, and was unusually awake for nearly five hundred years.

Considering the saint's claim of receiving a divine oracle that a war of gods was about to break out... could it be that the Father God is already engaged in battle with the orc gods and has no time to attend to the Church?

The Father God was ultimately just one god facing the entire pantheon of orcs. If… the Elf King dared not think any further.

"Send the order down to a defensive posture." He made the safest decision. "If the orcs don't move, neither do we. Let's see what these beasts are up to!"

……

……

The standoff lasted for three whole days.

The elves tensed up, and the orcs on the other side finally moved.

woo-

A mournful horn sounded, but the sound was unusually soft.

Suddenly, chaos erupted in one corner of the orcish battle formation, and a small detachment of orcs broke away from the legion, roaring as they charged up the Bridge of Sighs.

"Enemy attack! Prepare to engage!"

The Silvermoon Knights at the front neatly laid down their lances, while those behind them drew their bows and nocked arrows.

What puzzled them was that the orc army did not form ranks or coordinate at all; they simply charged forward with a roar, completely exposing themselves to the elves' long-range attacks.

Even if the orc army's combat skills are low, they shouldn't be this bad, right?

"Fire!" The frontline commander didn't care about anything else.

shhhhhh!

A rain of magical arrows fell like scythes reaping wheat, turning the hundreds of orcs at the forefront into pincushions.

They screamed as they fell from the band of light, plummeting into the endless void.

Immediately afterwards, the Silver Moon Knights, who were waiting in full battle array at the forefront, launched their charge.

The torrent of mithril instantly pierced through this inexplicable orc army.

In less than ten minutes, all of the thousands of orcs turned into corpses and fell into the void.

This was a massacre with absolutely no suspense.

Orcs are unstoppable in individual combat, but they are utterly vulnerable to the mature legionary combat system of the elves.

The elves won their first battle without suffering a single loss.

"this……"

The elven commander at the front, seeing the orcs' miserable state, felt not joy at victory, but rather a sense of absurdity.

"What on earth are these orcs doing?"

What he found even more incomprehensible was that the hundreds of thousands of orcs on the other side simply watched their own people being slaughtered without even firing a single arrow in support.

They remained silent, as if watching a farce that had nothing to do with them.

Over the next few days, this bizarre scene continued to unfold.

At its peak, three small groups of orcs broke away from the main force and charged the elven legion in a single day.

But whether it was a rabble wielding bone clubs or a valiant wolf rider.

Just like on the first day, they had no strategy whatsoever; they simply rushed forward in a swarm to their deaths.

The elves' defenses were rock solid, and there weren't even any significant casualties.

The initial tension gradually dissipated with each easy victory, and some even regained their former confidence and arrogance.

"There must be something wrong with these beasts from within," a young Silvermoon Knight said dismissively, wiping the dirt off his sword.

In just a few days, his sword was stained with the blood of countless orcs.

"At this rate, I think these idiots will wipe themselves out without us even lifting a finger."

His companions laughed along, "Maybe we can seize this opportunity to launch a counterattack and reclaim the Ironblood Continent!"

Triumphant songs echoed through camp after camp of the elven army.

Only Elian felt his unease growing stronger.

The orc army has gathered at the Bridge of Sighs, proving the saint's words to be true.

He clearly remembered a sentence his teacher said when he was asked about the war of gods:

"The orcs' fate will only become more tragic..."

The unusual behavior of these celestial beastmen actually confirmed what the saint had said.

"What's wrong with this world?" Elian murmured to himself.

He stood with his back to the towering campfire in the camp, gazing at the star-studded night sky.

……

……

The seventh day after the first battle.

As the first rays of sunlight illuminated the Bridge of Sighs, the orc army finally made a different move.

A huge banner painted with a golden battle axe slowly rose in the army formation.

That was the royal banner of the Golden Beastmen, the ruling class of the Orc Empire.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of orc warriors carrying white flags, escorting the golden battle banner, walked onto the Bridge of Sighs.

"Let them come here," the Elf King ordered immediately.

These unusual victories over the past few days have kept him awake at night, as he worries about the possible hidden plots of the orcs.

Five hundred years ago, he made a similar mistake, causing the Silver Tree Elf to lose the Ironblood Continent.

The orc delegation soon arrived at the elven camp.

Their leader was an elderly orc with dark gold skin.

He was draped in a magnificent priestly robe and held a long bone staff in his hand; the aura emanating from it caused the surrounding elves to frown.

"You must leave the staff here," said the head of the esoteric mages in charge of receiving guests.

"Of course, of course." The orc priest seemed very agreeable. "I am Thrall of the royal family. I hope to see the Elven King as soon as possible; I have very urgent matters to report to him..."

The meeting was held in a spacious square within the camp.

Under the protection of the church guards, the Elf King rode in on a white stag.

He looked down at Sal: "You want a truce?"

"To be precise, we never wanted to start a war," Thrall said. "The orcs were also victims..."

He began to explain the strange behavior of the orc army over the past week.

It turns out that ten days ago, the royal family of the Orc Empire received a divine message from the two main gods.

The oracle indicated that an evil god from beyond the realm had invaded, and all the major divine kingdoms were under attack.

Many totem gods, who were already lacking in spirituality, were corrupted by evil gods and fell into madness.

This also affected their followers.

The mad totem god issued a divine decree, commanding his followers to immediately assemble, cross the Bridge of Sighs, and launch a divine war.

Thrall pointed in the direction of the orc army behind him: "The Imperial army is gathered here precisely to prevent you from misunderstanding and launching a counterattack, plunging both worlds into an endless war..."

"An extraterrestrial evil god?" the elven high priest asked first. "Did your two chief gods provide any specific details?"

“It’s a pity,” Thrall shook his head, “that after we received the first oracle, we were unable to establish contact with the two chief gods again… I think they must have already clashed with the evil gods.”

The Elf King felt slightly relieved.

It seems that the Father God's delayed response is due to his struggle with an evil god, rather than his engagement with the entire orc pantheon.

At this point, an elder questioned Thrall: "Since the problem lies within your own ranks, it's unreasonable for us to be asked to help solve it."

"Therefore, we come with the utmost sincerity." Thrall knelt down and bowed deeply to the Elven King. "If your army can help us resolve this matter, we are willing to sign a non-aggression pact and compensate you for your losses."

An uproar ensued.

The elven elders looked at each other in bewilderment.

These orcs, who only know how to kill and destroy, are actually seeking peace? And they're even asking the elves for help in killing the orcs?

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming strange, the Elf King raised his hand and told Thrall to step back and wait.

He wanted to ask the opinions of his ministers.

The leader of the Secret Arts Guild was the first to step forward: "This is clearly a delaying tactic by the orcs!"

"There must be something wrong with them internally. They are afraid that it will turn into a full-blown civil war, so they are turning their attention to us and trying to use us to quell the unrest."

This analysis was agreed upon by the vast majority of elders.

He then pressed his advantage: "Your Majesty, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Taking advantage of their internal strife, we should launch a full-scale attack! Once we crush this main force, the orcish empire behind them will have no power to resist. We will reclaim our homeland and restore the glory of a thousand years ago!"

Under his influence, the voices advocating for war instantly overwhelmed everything else.

Even those who were initially hesitant as neutrals wavered in the face of words like "recovering lost territory" and "restoring glory."

Who doesn't want to achieve great things and leave a lasting legacy?

"No!"

A sharp shout interrupted the gradually unifying voices.

Elian broke through the crowd and knelt before the Elf King: "Your Majesty! If what that orc priest said is true, then the extraterrestrial evil god is the real threat!"

"Since Father God hasn't responded yet, we should conserve our strength and observe the situation, rather than engaging the orcs in a life-or-death struggle!"

"The saint also said before he left..."

"Elian!"

The leader of the Secret Law Enforcement Corps coldly interrupted him: "I think you've been scared out of your wits by the orcs' absurd remarks."

"The orcish pantheon has dozens of gods, how could they possibly be driven to this state by some so-called extraterrestrial evil god?"

"Even if a powerful evil god were to invade, the elves, protected by their father god and the World Tree, would have no fear whatsoever!"

"But Father God now..."

"How dare you! The Father God has stood amidst the stars for far longer than you can imagine!"

"That's enough!"

The Elf King interrupted the argument.

His gaze swept over everyone in the council, then looked at the dark, imposing orc army on the opposite bank, his expression quite complex.

To reclaim lost territory.

That was the one he lost.

Because of a moment of carelessness, negligence, or lapse in judgment...

In short, the humiliation of five hundred years ago was not something Elron deserved.

Now, the opportunity to prove it is right in front of you.

Elite troops are gathering, and the orcs are in turmoil. Isn't this the will of Heaven?

"Pass on my orders."

The Elf King's voice became cold and resolute.

"All troops, attack!"

"Completely crush the main orc force and reclaim the Ironblood Continent!"

"Your Majesty!" Elian cried out in despair.

But his voice was quickly drowned out by the deafening sound of war drums, just like the heavy snowfall not long ago.