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

As the army gradually advanced, the outer defenses of the starship were clearly revealed to the elves.

Kelland squinted.

On the crimson earth, a low earthen wall stands.

They are less than five meters tall, and there are obvious gaps in many places.

Outside the earthen wall, there were scattered trenches, but nothing inside them.

Is this the last camp the wizard had been running for a year?

There were no puppets, no flags, and no people.

If it weren't for the faint light still flickering on the distant starship ruins, Kelland would have thought the wizard had abandoned the place.

"Your Excellency, something's not right." The adjutant rode up from behind Kellan. "The mage corps hasn't sensed any trace of any magic array operating... It's like there's nothing behind this earthen wall."

Kelland gritted his teeth.

Experience and reason both warned him that this was a trap.

"...Your arrogance is pushing the last vestiges of the Elven race toward the abyss."

Fran's voice echoed in his mind.

Kelland felt cold sweat seeping from his palms; they were slippery and sticky, which he found very unpleasant.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

Fifty thousand pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

The eyes of these elven warriors burned with a fierce fire of vengeance, hotter than the air of the Ironblood Continent.

They advanced triumphantly, reclaiming lost territory, and their morale had reached its peak.

They longed to behead the wizard with their scimitars and wash away the humiliation of a year ago with the blood of their enemies.

The arrow is on the string, and it must be released.

If Kellan orders a retreat now, the faith built up by these 50,000 troops will avalanche.

He could not explain himself to the civilians lining the streets to see him off behind the Emerald Barrier. His prestige as the supreme commander would be completely destroyed, and he might even be branded a coward, never to be able to hold his head up again.

There is no way out.

"Prepare for battle!"

"Prepare for battle!"

"Prepare for battle!"

Orders were relayed one after another to the troops behind.

Eight thousand Silvermoon Knights simultaneously lowered their face armor and raised their mithril lances horizontally.

The rangers drew enchanted arrows from their quivers and nocked them onto their longbows.

"Cavalry charge! Destroy the walls! Archers, prepare to provide cover fire!" the adjutant relayed the pre-set orders.

Kellan drew his longsword and spurred his horse to gallop across the battlefield.

"Followers of Larris, children of nature!"

"Fight alongside me!"

"For Silver Tree Island!"

"For the Father God!"

Eight thousand knights roared and spurred their horses' bellies with their legs.

The warhorses galloped forward, their trot quickly accelerating to a full-fledged gallop. The knights' mithril armor shone like a dazzling silver wave in the morning light.

Two li. One li. Half a li.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Kellan stared intently at the earthen wall, his longsword pointing straight ahead.

He is waiting.

Those earth-shattering cannon fires, those sky-covering sorceries...

He was prepared to destroy everything that had happened at the Bridge of Sighs and the Elven Court with his longsword.

One hundred meters. Fifty meters. Ten meters.

Nothing happened.

Boom!

The first few dozen Silver Moon Knights crashed into the simple earthen wall.

The fragile walls simply could not withstand the force of a charging warhorse.

With a dull thud, the earthen wall was easily smashed like tofu.

Sand flew everywhere as the knights charged over the wall without hindrance.

The ranger commander saw his opportunity: "Fire!"

shhhhhh!

Tens of thousands of enchanted arrows transformed into a dense black cloud, passing over the knights' heads and plunging deep into the camp.

Tents, crates, wooden sheds... everything was utterly destroyed under this overwhelming attack.

The Silver Moon Knight, who was at the forefront, finally stopped and looked around warily.

"Your Excellency, the camp is empty!"

Where is the enemy?

Kelland couldn't understand it.

He looked up at the starship ruins in the center of the camp.

Did they all hide inside?

The knights scattered and continued searching the camp, while the central army followed and pressed in.

The elves stared at the silently standing ruins of the starship, momentarily at a loss.

When the metal construct carrying the wizards' invasion of the Silver Tree Ring finally appeared before them, they realized their own insignificance and how powerless their weapons were in comparison.

Kelland felt a sense of absurdity.

He had imagined the endless stream of bizarre and evil spells the wizards would use, and he had imagined the fierce battles of hand-to-hand combat with the puppet army, but he had never thought of this situation.

"Your Excellency, the Mage Corps has suggested that they give it a try," the adjutant said.

Kelland couldn't help but turn around and look.

The entire elven army had pressed forward, surrounding the area, while the mage contingent remained on the distant high ground, adhering to their plan.

Elf mages were already few in number, and those skilled in combat were mostly concentrated in the Mystic Mage Order, which had already been destroyed at the Bridge of Sighs.

More than half of the mages gathered in Kelland were originally scholars or councilors. More than combat experience, they embodied the culture and knowledge of the Silver Tree Elves.

Therefore, he positioned his mage corps in the rear. If the main battle situation changed, they could evacuate at any time.

But faced with the wizards' achievements, the elves seem to have no choice but to deploy their trump cards.

"Let them come," Kelland finally gave the order.

The monks quickly entered the room.

They launched several probing attacks, but failed to leave a single mark on the starship's metal hull.

"This material is as strong as the native wood of the World Tree, and it doesn't react with any elements," a wise man analyzed. "We can only try to break through its defenses by using our strongest spells and focusing on energy intensity."

The enemy hiding in the starship could launch a counterattack at any moment. They have no room for trial and error; they must mobilize everyone's magic to achieve victory in one strike.

It's a big gamble.

If the starship's defenses can be breached, the wizards hiding inside will also be harmed.

If they fail, most of the mages will lose their fighting ability.

Kelland clenched his fist.

After victory after victory, he found himself facing one difficult choice after another before the final battle.

They are like a chain of fuses, and there is no reaction until the last one is lit.

The accumulation of these issues will eventually lead to an unimaginable explosion.

"Let's begin."

After saying that, Kelland felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

Upon receiving the order, the elven mages raised their staffs and began to chant in unison.

In a daze, Kellan felt that he understood those obscure incantations for the first time.

They all tell the history of the Silver Tree Spirits: their birth, their beliefs, their civilization...

Familiar and unfamiliar images flashed before Kellan's eyes, finally settling into a thunderous dragon stretching across the sky.

It was filled with countless blinding white lightning bolts, which were formed from the ultimate magic power.

The magical dragon, carrying the hopes of the silver tree elves, rushed towards the distant starship.

Less than 100 meters from the ship's hull, it collided with a semi-transparent purple light shield that suddenly appeared.

Then it disappeared.