At the same time.
Su Lin, who was using a magic experimentation area, looked at the fragmented dummy in front of him with a complicated mood.
He had just learned a few spells and intended to come over and test them.
However, his magic seemed to have gone awry.
It wasn't that the power was too small; on the contrary… for a basic spell, its destructive power was excessively strong.
"So… why does a Wish of Healing have such immense destructive power?"
Frantically flipping through the spellbook, after a long while, he finally found the answer within the book.
Su Lin felt a bit exasperated.
He had considered that his magical power was the problem, that his casting posture wasn't standard, and even that he lacked magical talent… but he had never considered that the magic itself was the problem.
"The Elf Race's healing magic is a bit too radical, isn't it?"
He closed the spellbook titled "Ms. Beixi's Secret Healing Talk" with a sense of loss.
This book expounded a grand idea within a school of healing magic.
Ms. Beixi Xiemioufa, the strongest Lv93 Healing Mage in the Elf Race's history, believed:
"As long as all enemies are killed, there will be no casualties in the world. Therefore: true healing lies in destruction!"
"This person wouldn't happen to be Aelita's master, would she? These radical statements are even more violent than Aelita's."
Su Lin sighed, but he didn't discard the spellbook.
To be honest, he inexplicably somewhat agreed with Ms. Beixi's theory.
But all he wanted now was to learn some proper healing magic!
After all, as a clumsy player, a mastermind, and the creator of the MC Dungeon, Su Lin strictly adhered to the principle of "a gentleman does not stand under a crumbling wall."
He would never personally lead the charge and fight against the increasingly powerful mod monsters of the MC Dungeon; otherwise, why hire so many workers?
Moreover, given the absurdity of the MC Dungeon, Su Lin, the Dungeon Guide who was familiar with the world's intelligence, was of extraordinary significance to the Elven Kingdom, and the Elven Kingdom would never let him take risks.
In Su Lin's opinion, learning some healing magic, some defensive magic, some speed-buffing magic... after maxing out his survival skills, that would be enough.
As for destruction and lethality… no magic was as satisfying as him wielding an enchanted sword and striking with Steve's divine power.
At most, he would learn some cool and flashy elemental magic later.
But the very first step went wrong… whose healing magic is entirely focused on figuring out how to kill everyone!
This Ms. Beixi was more like the Demon Lord Army than the Demon Lord Army itself; she wasn't just radical, in Su Lin's hometown, she would at least be labeled a terrorist.
Sighing, Su Lin returned to his room, feeling unenthusiastic.
Having learned a lesson from Beixi, Su Lin decided to put magic studies aside for now and continue to assess the high-quality labor on the Aetheram Continent, looking for someone he could use.
"Speaking of which… Aelita should have finished introducing the MC Dungeon by now, right?"
Su Lin looked up at the Elven Royal Palace in the distance; next, he would wait a few days for formal negotiations with the Elven Kingdom.
He believed that the Elven Kingdom would absolutely be unable to refuse becoming Su Lin's worker.
The resources of the MC Dungeon, if used in war, would change the war's landscape; if used in civil affairs, they would enable the Elven Kingdom to develop across eras, leading to a world of great harmony.
It's just… "Will that radical Aelita really consider the civilian use of MC Dungeon resources?"
— — — —
"Build blocks in the air to reach the Doragon military base, air-drop water and lava from the MC Dungeon to quickly form an obsidian encirclement, then bomb with TNT, supported by a linearly advancing army of Iron Golems on the ground!"
"Four hours!"
Aelita gestured emphatically.
"I only need four hours to wipe out the Doragon army!"
"Princess Ailita, please don't be so radical…"
Lop murmured, mentally exhausted.
But before he could finish, Beixi kicked him aside.
"Little Aelita makes a lot of sense, but I have some additions!"
"The monsters of the MC Dungeon cannot be ignored. We can completely capture a group of Skeleton Archers, who are undead creatures, and throw them into the Doragon capital to create panic."
"Taking this opportunity, we can then deploy a batch of Zombies to unleash a Zombie plague in Doragon. This way, the entire Doragon will be in complete chaos within a few days."
"Even if some armed forces remain, we can use a portion of the Spring of Life to create a so-called plague antidote, into which I will put my healing poison."
"Once the Doragon armed forces are severely weakened, the Demi-human Alliance, which is steadily losing ground on the front lines against the Orc Empire, will absolutely seize the opportunity to attack, seeking more strategic room for maneuver."
"Doragon's own high-level Dungeons will also attract more jackals to share the spoils."
"By then…"
Beixi paused, then suddenly became fanatical.
"Our Elven Kingdom will quietly develop the MC Dungeon and accumulate strength, watching them fight among themselves."
"Once they're half-dead from fighting, we'll launch an all-out attack! This way, my ultimate dream of healing magic will be realized!"
Lop shakily got up, adjusting his broken glasses again.
"Princess Ailita, Ms. Beixi, please cherish the hard-won peace of the Aetheram Continent!"
But Aelita and Beixi, who were getting more and more excited, completely ignored Lop's plea.
Lop heavily turned his head to look at Hilulele.
She was dozing off, holding her staff, completely unconcerned that the Elven Kingdom was about to become a true Demon Lord Army under the leadership of Aelita and Beixi.
"Your Majesty!"
Lop couldn't help but raise his voice.
"Hmm?!"
Hilulele suddenly woke up, wiped her drool, and looked around.
"Is it time to rest? Let's go, Ailili! I haven't been able to raid my dear Ailili at night these past few days, and big sister has been suffering from insomnia!"
"Your Majesty, please mind your image… Also, Princess Ailita and Ms. Beixi have already started planning to conquer the world with the help of the MC Dungeon. Don't you intend to say something?"
Lop always felt that there were fewer and fewer normal people in this Elven Kingdom… "Say something?"
Hilulele scratched her cheek, and after a moment, leaned over to Aelita.
"Can you leave the Doragon royal family to me? I plan to make some Gold Kola to plant some Golden Trees…"
"No problem!"
There's no hope… This Elven Kingdom is completely hopeless!
…Ultimately, under Lop's earnest persuasion, the three temporarily abandoned their somewhat radical ideas.
"In short, since Ailili has already demonstrated the incredible resources of the MC Dungeon, I believe we have no need to back down from the Armed Empire Doragon!"
Hilulele slammed the armrest of the throne.
"Grandpa Lop, don't try to persuade me anymore. I will never compromise with Doragon! Moreover, we are not without ability now! If this gets out, how will our people view us?"
Beixi and Aelita also looked at Lop, who nodded helplessly.
"Your Majesty, I wasn't trying to persuade you."
"Hmm? You old geezer, you're so unyielding this time?"
Ignoring Beixi's taunt, Lop said seriously:
"Previously, we had no strength to resist Doragon, so compromise was a helpless choice. But now, we are not without opportunity."
"It's just that I don't recommend acting now. After all, these resources have enough power to turn the tide, but they are still too few."
"We should explore for more resources, obtain more armaments, and only act when we are assured of victory."
"And once we act, we must hit Doragon hard at once, making them wary of us, which will also buy us more time for development."
Hilulele pondered thoughtfully, and after a while, she agreed to Lop's proposal.
"In that case, we'll have to talk to Su Lin."
Aelita reminded them in a timely manner.
"To explore this strange MC Dungeon, without Su Lin's leadership, we probably won't even be able to explore the first level."
"Mr. Su Lin is currently within the Royal Court, and we can communicate with him at any time. However, I heard that Mr. Su Lin has just become a Mage and is still researching magic, so perhaps we should postpone the communication until another day."
Aelita nodded and added:
"But what about our people captured by Doragon? The longer we delay, the more danger they face…"
Everyone felt a bit downcast; they clearly knew what it meant for the Elf Race to be captured.
Throughout the human kingdoms of the Aetheram Continent, the Elf Race was a very marketable commodity.
Currently, Doragon might be considering exchanging the Elf Race for their Spring of Life, so those of the Elf Race might still be safe, but they couldn't be delayed indefinitely… After a moment, Beixi softly said:
"Aelita, do you have any problem returning to the MC Dungeon by yourself?"
"No problem at all. The portal is not far from the safe zone Su Lin and I established."
"Then… in a short time, how many Iron Golems can you create?"
Aelita seemed to understand something, and her whole demeanor became serious.
"The method for creating Iron Golems is not difficult at all. As long as one can lift iron blocks and arrange them in the way I just showed, anyone can create an Iron Golem. And with the speed of an iron farm…"
Aelita raised her hand.
"One hundred! At least one hundred Iron Golems can be created in a day!"
"Good!"
Beixi gripped her staff and stood up.
"Old geezer, use your spatial magic to send me to the front lines. Before tomorrow, those Elves will return to the kingdom safe and sound."
This time, Lop did not continue to persuade her to seek peace, only offering a reminder.
"Those Elves are most likely deep within Doragon's base, guarded by countless troops and magical Golems."
She understood Lop's underlying meaning; after all, they had been old rivals for so many years… Beixi smiled kindly.
"No problem… My healing magic is best at healing the world's stubborn ailments."
Ultimately, the reason the Elven Kingdom was unwilling to go to war with Doragon was that it wasn't worth it… countless of the Elf Race using their flesh and blood to fight against cold, man-made objects—that was too much of a loss.
But as long as Aelita could create enough Iron Golems to contend with, or even just to tie down, that magical Golem army.
Beixi had enough confidence to make Doragon remember the shadow of being ruled by explosive Elf Mages in the past.
Doragon?
They had only been an Armed Empire for thirty years, while she, Beixi, had been a top Healing Mage for over a thousand years… An Armed Empire?
She was going to fight the Armed Empire!