Clearing the Game at the End of the World

Chapter 191: Wizard of Wizards (11)

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Name: El-Farna.

Race: Elf / Female

Occupation: Spirit Warrior (not to be confused with the commonly known Spirit Knight'. She holds the unique occupation of Warrior'.)

Age: Around 290 years old as of the World 3, Solar Calendar year 130.

History:

It is unclear when she left the forest, but she is known to have become actively involved around the age of 120. A pureblood elf of the Tel-Narim class, she is frequently mentioned in history books for her active, somewhat un-elflike demeanor.

She has participated in major battles such as the Interspecies Slave Liberation Front, the Imperial Throne Contest, and the Undead Uprising, achieving remarkable victories. Despite her many accomplishments, she is not well-versed in political affairs, often maintaining a near-hostile relationship with most powers.

Former Emperor Agdan III criticized her as "a bat that sees only what is in front of her," indicative of her tendency to fight for and against the empire, often siding with whoever she sympathizes with at the moment.

At the tail end of the World 2 main scenario, she expressed an interest in a human male, but stopped sharing more after her companion, Rabbit Princess, mocked the idea, calling it a "shota."

She is currently serving as the great matriarch of the exiled elf village, Caneran, in the Blue Line Mountains, as revealed by the ranker Professor. The game is ongoing.

Traits: Forest Branch Racial trait. Increased movement speed, spirit power, long-range attack power, and resistance to mental spells in forest terrains. Vulnerable to fire attacks. Can communicate and cooperate with a bonded tree. / Whisperer of the World Automatically acquired when contracting with a top-tier spirit. Can command all minor spirits within a 500-meter radius and up to 30 medium spirits at no cost, and can share spirit power with superior spirits without a separate contract. Holds the title Great Spirit Master.' / Blessing of Fora Blessing from Fora, a companion during the World 2 scenario and a dragon-fairy hybrid. The blessing is almost necromantic in nature, engraved in blood on El-Farna's severed thigh with the words, "The deeds and history will reside where the flesh has vanished." The exact effects are undisclosed. / Agile Steps Lv.15 / Elf Combat Hammer Technique [Unique] Lv.Max / Elf Archery Lv.3 / Intermediate Herbalism Lv.7 /

Romance Points: Generally fond of humans, claiming, "Their earnestness to live hard is so beautiful it's almost deadly."

Her personality is more akin to a barbarian than an elf. She ended up creating a unique skill after swinging around warhammers and battle maces, which do not suit her physical structure at all, indicating she is fundamentally Viking-like.

Cheerful and forthright, she enjoys combat itself, favoring outstanding warriors. Even during the Imperial Throne Contest, she chose to live in the knight's quarters.

Rabbit was soundly defeated in a duel after doping with various buffs, and El-Farna, with her nose broken, heartily declared the challenge a pass. If one lacks warrior stats, they should not even attempt to court her. Notably, during a wandering quest, she was beheaded by Cheonryuje, starting World 4 scenario in a very hostile relationship with the elves.

To win her heart, one must stir something rugged within her. If lacking in warrior prowess, it's better not to try at all. Alternatively, taking a weaker position might induce her protective instincts.

Additionally, she likes mushroom dishes, cannot tolerate injustice, and appreciates responsible individuals.

She dislikes racial prejudice, irresponsible power wielders, reptiles, deer, magicians, priests, the undead, and cold regions.

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Additional information requested.

Authors: The Last Nerd Union Chat Room.

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"Note. The Great Mother isa macho. What else was there worth seeing-"

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Blue Line Breakthrough Veteran Route

The Blue Line Mountains. A representative dungeon and den of demons that acts as the border between the Empire and the three Eastern countries, usually active in World 3.

If you look at the usual strategy, it's so crazy that the answer is not to go, but if you're playing as a merchant or doing a church quest, you'll definitely end up stopping by at least once.

Omitted.

Essentials: 150 Holy Haram Blinding Pellets. Five barrels of holy oil. A bishop-level cleric who can declare sanctuary.' A master-level sword aura wielder or escort capable of fighting undead for more than 10 minutes.

The basic principle is to cross the boundary between the undead and demonic territories. Ignore the path paved by the five major churches. According to the shitty GG principle, there's no way they'd just let you pass without incident. Every time, it ends with nonsense like Huh! It's been 30 years since the border was breached!' followed by a disaster-level encounter.

Summary.

1. Avoid the three undead knights at all costs. They're crazy enough to split a mountaintop with one lance blow.

2. Cross along the boundary between the undead and demonic territories. Demons, being living creatures, react very aggressively when high-ranking undead wander nearby. Recommended to navigate the boundary between the Dead Cat territory in the undead side and the Lone Wolf territory in the demon side. They really don't get along, so they might chase the player but quickly switch aggro.

3. Once you've crossed the central ridge of the mountains, return to the path laid out by the five major churches as quickly as possible. Once over the ridge, you're in the imperial territory, and they manage and guard their paths much better than the five major churches, with a considerably elite force.

Made with about 6 months of time and sacrificing three accounts, so I recommend it.

Author: Pani Street

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"This is also useful information."

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Wow, amazing.

"Yeah, this is it. This is the game! So comfortable~!"

Whether my stomach is turning, an elf is looking down at me like looking at a bug, or my girlfriend in the distant reality suddenly starts broadcasting due to a change of heart.

No matter what, the sun will rise, and today's tasks won't just step aside.

Professor walked out of his lodging with a troubled mind and walked through the village. Fortunately, the information sent by Dana was excellent enough to soothe his complicated feelings.

"The method they chose to handle the vast amount of information I demanded was somewhat, no, very shocking but anyway, I must admit its effectiveness."

With each page of the file Dana posted on the community, valuable information poured out like treasures. Although the content slightly mixed personal impressions as it was written by several people, it was still considered expert level among the numerous strategy posts on the community.

Seeing the heap of strategies densely filling his view was like a farmer feeling comforted while looking at a wheat field during harvest season.

"Speaking of which. Our dear elf Great Mother has always been rumored to have been a great hero who loved battling, and she would be so delighted if someone gave her a good punch"

Professor recalled the flashing light in the old elf's one remaining eye and rubbed his arm.

Eek, goosebumps. I can't do it. How can I fight something like that?

What kind of mindset would an elf have, especially a 300-year-old elf who was born with level 5 archery skills but downgraded to level 3 due to poor usage and have a unique skill in war hammering, which somehow maxed out?

Quiet and light elf-like footsteps roaming the battlefield, smashing skulls with a mace, a 200-year-old macho elf with a bad temper. Absolutely do not want to duel. Rather freeze to death. If met as an enemy, I'd scream like a girl and run away.

Even now, 70 years have passed since the recorded point. As much spiritual power would have accumulated over the years, and there seemed to be no hope based on the aging of the body as seen from that live wood prosthetic. The prosthetics, based on spiritual power, might even output more power than the original body.

"Hmm. Let's give up on trying to improve affinity through sparring. I wouldn't even be able to collect my bones if I tried to get friendly."

Although the number of elves accompanying him on this mission could vary greatly depending on her friendliness, some things must be given up. And it's not like the strategies mentioned are the only correct approach.

"Who knows? The most effective method might just be that one, but since she likes humans, there could be many other ways to get along, right?"

Even now, from the morning, the great lady herself had asked to meet separately from the party, and wasn't I on my way to her house? Perhaps she was quite impressed by how boldly he spoke in front of her yesterday.

The refreshing morning air of the forest. The fragrant smell of the morning soup being brewed by elves, who as half-elves, don't particularly dislike meat. Armed with information unlike before.

Feeling like everything was going smoothly, a hum escaped him without realizing.

Knock knock knock!

"Human Warrior Professor greets one of the oldest branches of the forest."

"What oldest branch come in."

At first, the high-ranking Narim elves who caused such a commotion now seemed to recognize him slightly. Good. Everything is softer. It feels like today will be a good day. It's been a long time since I've felt like this!

It seemed even the Elf Great Mother prepared breakfast herself, as the door opened and a warm breeze along with a rich wood scent tickled his face. Professor, cheered up for the first time in a while, carried a bright smile and the morning greeting he had prepared in advance.

"Latuura Ro-Haram. Thank you for inviting me to breakfast like thi"

Creak-crack

Whoosh!

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No, he intended to say it. That was until he realized that what lay before his eyes was not a refreshing breakfast table with the typically mild elf spices, but rather furniture completely gone, replaced by a sturdy floor and El-Farna with even sturdier limbs swinging a hammer around.

"Hooo-! Come in. I have called you here because there is something I wish to ask of you."

"Um uh"

He noticed the floor cracking under her step, barely able to withstand her immense strength, before sealing right back up. Such power that it could crack the robust elf wood.

Thud!

And then, just setting it down was enough to embed a war hammer, which seemed made of metal ore entwined by tree roots, into the solid wooden floor.

"Uh, Great Mother?"

It was strange. Just a minute ago, he felt like everything he touched would turn to gold.

Why is it that now, only a familiar sense of doom fills his mind?

"What does this all mean?"

"Hm? I thought you would understand without being told, seeing your trained body At this hour, there's only one thing people like us do, right?"

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

As if it were dj vu from their first meeting yesterday, the Great Mother's house began to ascend rapidly up the trunk of a tree. In an instant, they reached the treetop, and the treehouse began to expand its domain by stretching out its limbs.

"I called you to warm up before breakfast. I'm always beating up demons or undead, but sometimes I want to mix it up and hone my skills with someone who has trained themselves. It wouldn't be quite right to spar with our children, a bit too frail for that, you see.

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Oh my, oh my, oh shoot.

Professor finally realized that the warm breeze wafting through the Great Mother's house was not the warmth of a humble breakfast but the heat emanating from a warrior in training, and that the fresh scent of grass was actually the sap fragrance squeezed from the wooden prosthetics by immense force.

"My goodness. Just when I thought yesterday's conversation had unexpectedly gone in a good direction!"

Professor looked down at his arms.

Perfectly muscled due to excessive training, his body was rid of any fat, showing deep, well-defined cuts, while still maintaining substantial size.

His body was full of deep scars, half from actual wounds and half self-inflicted or nearly so, from extreme muscle training intended to suppress infection factors.

There was no need for actions like trying to increase affinity. The Great Mother had been detached from the mundane world and settled here for decades.

Having only seen skinny elves that resembled twigs for so long, the moment she saw Professor, who was close to a real warrior,' her fondness for him had already begun to skyrocket!

"Since our first encounter, I have treated you harshly, so there must be many emotions built up. It was merely the burden of your race's name, your mission, that has held your heart! Worry not! I promise you, in this moment, neither as the Great Mother of Caneran nor as a fledgling of light, but purely warrior to warrior shall we face each other! Now, young warrior, take up your weapon! Having tested your spirit, it's time to test your capability to act!"

"Does it really have to be like this!"

"Isn't it wonderful! Sweating like this in the morning makes the meal afterwards all the more satisfying!"

Creak! Crackle

As El-Farna lifted that menacing battle mace, Professor, overwhelmed by its presence, involuntarily raised his fists. Seeing this, the Great Mother flashed a fierce smile, revealing all her teeth.

"Barehanded combat. A skill chosen only by those who can fully trust in the bodies they've honed with their will. You're growing on me! Yes, I recognized it when you came without any special armor! Excellent! Truly spirited! A warrior is indeed defined by the depth of scars etched upon their body! Come on now! Lets have some fun!"

"Oh, I apologize! Great Mother, I am not the kind"

Whoosh

Chill

"Aaaaah!"

As Professor waved his hands frantically, the giant battle mace momentarily vanished from his sight, only to reappear swinging ferociously towards his temple.

The temple! No counting off, no signal, straight for his head!

Thanks to his survival instincts, he narrowly dodged the attack. The force of the swing alone was enough to chill his eyes.

I, I definitely felt it brush by. Not the hammer itself, but the wind whipped up around it shaved off the tip of my ear!'

The sheer power of the attack was dizzying just to witness. The destructive force, the speed, and even the recovery time after each attackit was like facing a monster.

Even as his muscles swelled in preparation for combat, Professor, grasping at his last hope, said with a trembling voice:

"If I have done something wrong or if you dislike me, I would even cut off my own arm as an apology."

"Hm? You say strange things, child. I actually quite like you. A fine body like yours is rare in this age, enough that I want to befriend you. Isn't it natural for warriors to bond through exchanging blows?"

Whoosh!

With that response, and nowhere left to run, Professor charged in.

Tinkling.

A single clear tear fell, hoping that if the pain was inevitable, it might end sooner rather than later.

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.Boom.

.Rumble.

Crunch!

In the peaceful heart of the Blue Line Mountains.

As the rising sun began to collect the morning dew, an odd noise echoed through the blue trees.

The sound that startled the newly awakened birds was a chaotic mix of sonic booms, screams, and something akin to a drum bursting.

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