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

"Can anyone tell me what that damn unidentified elf is all about?" Balman's voice, filled with gritted teeth, echoed in the command center.

"Why have there never been any detailed reports about this force in the Legion's reconnaissance network?!"

Everyone lowered their heads; no one dared to answer the second-level wizard's question.

"Investigate it right now!"

Balman took a deep breath, sat back down, and tried to calm himself down.

He found it hard to accept that the war, which he had meticulously planned for nearly a year, had ended up like this.

A long time passed in an indescribable silence in the command center.

The adjutant, clutching a stack of newly completed reports, nervously looked at his superior, who was resting with his eyes closed in the main seat.

Finally, he realized that submitting the report was his destiny, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward to wake Balman.

"My lord, based on the core data analysis, this unidentified elf is highly likely to be one of the candidates to succeed the Elven Saint, Elian."

"He disappeared after the Battle of the Elven Court a year ago, and intelligence determined he was killed in action. There have been sporadic rumors of his reappearance and the establishment of a small exile camp in a magical forest, but because it's so small and he rarely attacks us,..."

"So you've mistaken a force capable of slaughtering a first-level wizard for ordinary vagrants?!" Balman glared at his adjutant, his eyes practically murderous.

"roll!"

He rubbed his forehead, his mind racing.

He thought he had everything under control, but little did he know that in his blind spot, there was such a dangerous and treacherous bird lurking.

The fact that he could so easily defeat the commando team he assembled, kill the first-level wizard, that elf named Elian, and the mysterious forest behind him, definitely indicates that he possesses some kind of extraordinary power.

Could the Silver Tree Spirits also possess some kind of ancient and mysterious heritage?

Whatever it is, this force has seriously threatened the legion.

"Pass down the order: temporarily cancel the plan to advance into the volcanic zone. Send out a reconnaissance team and find out what's going on in that forest within a month!"

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The outer edge of the jade barrier.

The first-level wizard, Polger, was frantically fleeing through the thick, gray-green mist, his heavy breathing sounding particularly jarring in the silent forest.

These grayish-green mists contained countless tiny spores invisible to the naked eye. Every breath felt like inhaling scalding sulfuric acid, and he no longer had the magic to maintain his shield.

His left arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder. Instead of bleeding, the cut was covered with a nauseating layer of grayish-white mycelium that was spreading toward his heart and numbing his nerves.

"Damn it! Damn it! What the hell are these lunatics?!"

While cursing, Polger forcefully squeezed out his depleted spiritual energy, using the Swiftness spell to traverse among the tangled roots of the giant trees.

He turned around and glanced behind him.

It was a sight that chilled even this battle-hardened first-class wizard.

In the silence, thousands of elves, like ghosts, silently leaped and darted among the branches, clinging tightly to his back.

They were the ambushers that Polge had just encountered outside the Emerald Barrier.

Polger clearly remembered that when he led his commando team to take over the empty fortress, the elves seemed to emerge from the ground and instantly surrounded them.

At first, Polger didn't take the group of elves with longswords and bows seriously and was prepared to try a few unskilled large-scale killing spells.

He soon realized how wrong he had been.

When the fireball slammed into the elves' formation, the powerful explosion tore hundreds of elves to pieces, and flames engulfed their bodies.

If it were a normal Pokémon, the formation would have collapsed long ago.

But the elves didn't even let out a scream. The elves burning in the flames gushed out a large amount of dark blue viscous fluid from their wounds, extinguishing the flames on their bodies.

Then granulation tissue grew wildly, and in just a few seconds, the damaged limb regenerated without leaving a single scar.

They were like a terrifying entity with infinite regenerative abilities, fearlessly charging towards the wizard's ranks.

Polger watched helplessly as the fifty advanced apprentices he had brought were torn to pieces by these monsters in the most primitive way.

The other two first-level wizards were caught off guard and were strangled by dozens of vines that emerged from the ground.

"We must bring this information back! This isn't an elf at all!"

Polger gritted his teeth and sped up again.

Through the mist ahead, he could vaguely see the light of the wasteland.

Once he escapes this damned forest, he can use the space scroll to teleport directly back to the starship.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Dozens of jet-black feathered arrows shot from behind.

With a backhand flick of his staff, a wall of blazing fire rose behind him, instantly incinerating the arrows to ashes.

But this is just a cover.

Boom!

The ground in front of Polger suddenly exploded.

Two thick, dark red vines covered in barbs lashed out like pythons emerging from their caves, striking the elemental shield he had erected.

The shield emitted a piercing cracking sound, barely managing to block the attack, but the enormous impact sent Polger flying backward, crashing heavily into the trunk of a giant tree.

"Cough!" Polger spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, as if his internal organs had shifted.

Ignoring the pain, he quickly grabbed his staff and tried to stand up.

However, the surrounding soil churned rapidly, and hundreds of tiny gray-green roots burst forth, binding his legs and right hand like chains.

Polger desperately cast fire elemental spells, trying to burn the roots, but the plants were extremely resistant to fire. Instead of being burned, they tightened their grip, and the sharp barbs pierced deep into his flesh.

rustling...

A series of light and unhurried footsteps came from the mist ahead.

The mutated elf soldiers who were hot on their heels stopped in their tracks, knelt on one knee, and respectfully stepped aside to make way for them.

Polger looked up in alarm.

A tall, slender figure emerged from the mist.

He wore a pristine white robe, and his long golden hair shone softly in the dim forest.

His face wore a warm, spring-like smile, and his emerald green eyes were filled with compassion and tranquility.

He was spotless, completely clean, which seemed out of place in this forest filled with death and decay.

Elian stopped five steps in front of Polger, looking tenderly at the disheveled wizard.

"You... what kind of monster are you?!" Polger stared intently at Elian. "What have you turned your people into?!"