The tent went silent. At first, the generals thought Arthur was experimenting with them, but Arthur let his energy leak in purpose, which made them believe his words.

“Can we win?” Elanor said.

Truth be told, the only reason Arthur was sharing the extent of his power was precisely because of how strong the enemy army was. Before, he felt like it would be a tough battle, but winnable even if he did not use his powers.

Now? It was the complete opposite. The amount of creatures in that army was astonishing, and also their levels were even higher than the elves.

If the Elven Kingdom fell here, then the dark races would storm inside the kingdom, which would have led to his girls and all his friends back in the settlement to be hurt.

He couldn’t let that happen. Not after everything they went through together to be there.

“What do you suggest we do?”

“Keep the same strategy, and I’ll do the rest.”

Arthur said as he left the tent, leaving the generals in deep thought about the upcoming fight.

They believed everything Arthur said, but that made Arthur suspicious. A few of them already guessed Arthur wasn’t from their Elven Kingdom, but from another place.

It was not uncommon for some elves to live outside of the kingdom, as some preferred to live alone, and perhaps that was Arthur’s case.

Arthur did not know, but the spell he used was not simple. The spell that could change his appearance was actually an ancient lost spell, and almost no one knew about it.

The next day was peaceful, but with tension in the air. It was during the nighttime that the dark race army could be seen, marching towards them with bloodthirsty faces.

“Everyone, in position!”

A front line with all the knights, and a back line with the archers and the ranged only mages. These back line mages handled the long-ranged attacks, but the knights in the front line could also use magic, but knew how to use weapons in the melee combat, like Arthur or Wisa.

The moment the elves saw the dark races coming at them, a few were scared. Orcs, trolls, vampires, these types of creatures were scary, and the elves weren’t used to fight them.

One task the captains and generals had was to boost the morale of their troops. There was a legend about an elf from thousand of years ago, who could use all the elements, and fought side by side with the dragons. Their plan was to resurrect that legend using Arthur, and make the elves believe in the victory.

Arthur was flying above the army with two fire wings behind his back, and a fierce gaze towards the enemy army.

“EVERYONE, THIS FIGHT IS OURS,”

“WE HAVE A LEGEND TO AID US IN BATTLE,”

“AN ELF WHO MADE HIS NAME THROUGHOUT THE HISTORY,”

“WE WILL FIGHT TILL DEATH, AND THESE DESPICABLE CREATURES WILL NOT CORRUPT OUR LAND!”

It was something Arthur, and the generals had thought to do before the fight. All the elves heard the speech, and their morale increased, but not that much. The next scene was the grand finale that would make them cheer up.

Arthur waved his hand, casting one of the wood element spells he learned in the past month. He had the theory of adding sunlight energy to make the plants grow, which would increase the mighty of the spell, and it worked.

6 circles with strange symbols appeared in front of Arthur, and then in the next moment, vines erupted from the ground, trapping the enemy army.

Of course, it did not trap the entire army, but it trapped the creatures that were in the front, slowing all of them.

He wasn’t done, as he waved his hand once again, casting his signature spell, a fireball.

Now, with the 100% essence completion, the spell jumped in tiers, and for the first time in centuries, a 7 tier spell appeared.

The energy fluctuations of that spell made everyone present tremble, and the dark races couldn’t believe their eyes when they spotted the 7 circles appearing in the sky.

“A-A tier 7 spell!?”

Elanor couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. A moment that would become a legend in the Elven kingdom, and the paintings of that flying youth would be eternally printed in history.

It did not look like a fireball anymore, but like a meteor. In theory, the basic fireball spell couldn’t reach the 7 tier rank, and at most would only reach the 4 tier.

No one present thought it was a fireball spell, but another one of incredibly mighty.

The only reason for it to reach that rank was because of Arthur’s special abilities, and the way he absorbed the essences of the world. Humans couldn’t do that.

Only dragons, wyverns, and these so-called gods could. The rest couldn’t even dream of achieving that.

Not that humans weren’t strong without that, of course not. In fact, the humans won against the dragons a long time ago, but how it happened was still a mystery to everyone.

Anyway, the gigantic ball of flame appeared in the sky, going down directly at the enemy army.

They screamed and tried to avoid it, but it was impossible. The ball of flame was too large, and only the back part of the army survived the attack.

All the others turned into ashes, dying at the spot. The scene of the attack was something no one present would forget, even after they were dead.

It would turn into tales the elves would pass down on their generations, and also a fear the creatures of the dark races would never forget.

Even Arthur, who knew how strong he was, couldn’t believe it. He never thought the spell would break past the 6 tier and enter the 7 tier.

The number of mages that could cast spells of that magnitude was low, at least in the region they were in.

Each kingdom or empire had one of these powerful mages, but they never showed up to deal with these types of things, as their power was too great.

Arthur did not know that there was a law that prohibited these mages of casting tier 7 spells without a good reason, and that was because of the aftermath of it.

He saw it in person. The forest around the area turned into ashes, and it would be hard to stop the fire.

“We won?”