A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Before meeting this elven sorcerer, Li De had already imagined countless things about her appearance and gender.

Elves are naturally beautiful in a way that fits human aesthetics, and warlocks are even more charming than their ordinary kin.

Even so, he never expected that the person in front of him could be so beautiful.

The elf who emerged from the shadows had delicate brow bones and long eyelashes, casting a light shadow on her pale cheeks. Her soft facial contours were complemented by her fair and delicate skin, which was almost transparent.

She was wearing a plain white linen dress and leaned against the stone wall. After taking only a few steps, large beads of sweat began to trickle down her face.

The stunning figure even captivated Li De, a seasoned internet user.

But it was only for a fleeting moment.

He stepped on the druid's right hand, which was trying to make a move, and gently pressed down with the tip of his sword, drawing out a string of beads of blood.

The elf next to her tried to help, but the sorceress waved him away.

She leaned against the wall, gave an elven greeting, and apologized.

"I apologize, Master Witcher, for meeting you in such an unseemly manner."

"I must admit that even among the elves, your appearance is exceptionally outstanding, but to think that you can smooth over the conflict with just your beauty and an apology is a bit... wishful thinking."

Li De responded coldly.

"Of course I don't expect you to forgive my people's rudeness so easily. We'll discuss the specific compensation later. For now, please be lenient and let my companion go. This place has been tracked by the Wild Hunt, and soon there will be a continuous stream of Wild Hunt projections, or even the entire Wild Hunt army. We need to leave immediately."

"Who's 'us' with you?"

The sorceress yielded several times, only to be met with Li De's relentless pressure. The other elves gripped their swords tightly, their expressions filled with anger, but they all retreated at the mere glance of the witcher, their anger turning into humiliation.

"Cough cough"

Olivia clutched her chest and coughed twice. Her frail appearance would make even the most hard-hearted person feel concerned for her.

But all he got in return was Li De's cold mockery: "You've overdone your spellcasting and are now so weak, yet you still try to seduce me with magic. It's hard to believe you're sincerely negotiating."

"Whether you believe it or not, this charm is a fixed spell. You can think of it as a talent. It doesn't consume my life force, and it can't be turned off on its own."

She seemed a little anxious, looking around warily. "The magic-blocking gold can only cover a small area and can't last long. My companions need to release a portal to get us to a safe place."

Li De nodded: "Okay, but why should I trust you?"

"I'll be your hostage."

Without hesitation, the sorceress walked towards Li De, staggering step by step, without waiting for his consent.

Li De half-supported and half-coerced the sorceress, placing his steel sword mercilessly against her slender, fair neck, before kicking the druid away.

"Open the portal. If you dare to try anything funny, your head will hit the ground before hers."

The druid was kicked so hard he almost lost his breath. He struggled to his feet, looked at his companion clinging to the demon hunter, sighed, and helplessly raised his hands to cast a portal spell.

The ever-rotating vortex of magic tore through space, quickly forming a circular portal leading to an unknown realm.

"Half of the people go in first."

Li De led half of the elderly, weak, women and children through the portal first, followed closely by himself with the sorceress, and finally the remaining elves.

As soon as I stepped into the portal, a strong sense of dizziness swept over me, as if my internal organs were all crammed together and thrown into a washing machine, then spun around in the spin dryer for ten minutes.

Fearing that the elves might take the opportunity to rescue the hostages, Li De subconsciously tightened his grip.

In his dizziness, a soft hum pulled him back to reality. He saw the sorceress lying on his chest, her hands gripping the gaps in her armor, her face even paler.

Li Deqiang suppressed his urge to vomit, ignoring the acid reflux in his stomach, and cautiously looked around.

The first thing you see is a spacious cave, the environment is slightly damp, and several campfires are lit in the corners, serving as both lighting and warmth.

The floor beneath our feet is a flat stone floor with blurred patterns, which looks quite old.

Looking at the makeshift tents around him, he realized that this was another camp of the elves.

"Please be gentle, you're hurting me a little."

The sorceress spoke up to offer a reminder.

Li De loosened his arms slightly, giving the elf, who was almost unable to breathe, a chance to catch her breath.

"As you can see, this is our last camp, where all members of the tribe have gathered. We have exposed our greatest weakness to your sword, so please believe in our sincerity."

"Okay, now we can talk."

Li De looked at the elven archers who were surrounding him: "Why did you attack me the moment we met?"

The druid stepped forward first to explain, "We just received news the day before that a witcher had accepted the bounty, offering our heads in exchange for the reward. We never expected you to catch up with us at the camp the very next day. The children were worried..."

"Wait, how did you know that you had a mole in the manor for the bounty I accepted the day before?"

The druid realized he had spoken out of turn and revealed the arrangements in the manor, and was momentarily speechless.

"Let me guess, is that undercover agent the lord's wife?"

Li De began to speculate with great interest, but seeing the druid's changing expression, he realized he had guessed wrong.

"Is that the new head of the guard?"

The druid's eye twitched, a look of shock flashing in his pupils before he quickly regained his composure.

"Looks like you guessed right this time. No wonder you went to all that trouble to kill the previous head guard. It was all to make way for your undercover agent."

"Alright, that explains the attack on me. Now let's talk about the Wild Hunt. Those guys haven't shown their faces in this world for years. What did you do to deserve being hunted? Or what do you have that's worth them hunting?"

The druid's face was tense, unsure whether he should speak, for the answer to this question concerned the tribe's last chance of survival.

While he was still hesitating about whether to lie, the elven sorceress spoke up.

"An experimental manuscript by an Elven sage."

Elf Sage?

There are many things that can move Li De's heart: beautiful women, money, precious swords, fine horses... but there are very few things that can frighten him. The elven sage is one of them.

This term represents the pinnacle of magic, and a power far surpassing that of a sorcerer.

On this continent beneath our feet, the most powerful warlocks are none other than a few leaders of the Warlock Guild: Vigfortz, Fran Sisca, Philippa Ehrhardt…

There are also powerful sorcerers who prefer to live in seclusion, such as an exceptionally powerful druid in the Duchy of Toussaint.

In the presence of true elven sages, they were no different from toddlers learning to walk.

There are rumors that a sage elven still exists in the Blue Mountains, which is one of the main reasons why the human kingdoms dare not exterminate the elves.

Whatever the subject of an elven sage's manuscript is, it can be called a priceless treasure. Once the news gets out, countless warlocks will be willing to go mad for it.

But Li De didn't believe it immediately. Instead, he pressed, "Is that all? As far as I know, there are still elven sages among the El race. Could a manuscript really warrant the El race sending their most powerful mad dogs to hunt you down?"

"Ordinary manuscripts would not attract the attention of the Wild Hunt, but this manuscript was left behind by a sage of the El tribe, and its contents are very important to them."

The sorceress suddenly tiptoed, struggled to wrap her arms around the witcher's neck, and whispered in his ear, completely ignoring the steel sword pressed against the back of his neck.

"Want to know what it's about? I can tell you, but you have to promise to spare my people."

"Or I can give you half of the looted treasure... no, all of it, and even myself."

As she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue and almost imperceptibly licked the Witcher's earlobe, leaving a small damp mark.

Li De admitted that he had a momentary flutter of the heart, which was quite pathetic, but adults never like to make choices.

So he tilted his head slightly and whispered in the sorceress's ear, "Now I'm the one in control, right? I can have both."

The sorceress's soft body stiffened for a moment as hot breath hit her ear, but she quickly recovered.

"No, you can only choose one. I've hidden that manuscript. Even if you find it, there are only a few people on this continent who can translate it, and I guarantee they won't help you."

"You seem to value your people a lot. Will you still be so stubborn when their heads are falling at your feet?"

"Anyway, this manuscript is our last hope. Without it, our people will all die sooner or later."

One second, the sorceress's tone carried a sense of despair, and the next second, it was tinged with a sudden surge of trust.

"And I believe you wouldn't do that; you're a good person."

Li De had received far too many similar "nice guy" cards. He was quite certain that if he were a ruthless person, he would have already saved enough money for retirement by now. But... all he could say was that this woman had a really good eye for people!

"You win. Tell me the gist of that manuscript and make a copy for me, and I promise to spare your people."

"Of course I'm willing to trust you. The copy of the manuscript will be delivered to you by tomorrow at the latest. As for the contents of the manuscript... it's about a portal."