The massive spiked club danced with the force of a tiger, and each time it fell, a Zombie Piglin was sent flying into the sky.
This scene, no matter how one looked at it, conveyed a sense of security.
That is, if one ignored that the person wielding this nearly three-meter-long, massive spiked club was an Elf Race loli less than 1.5 meters tall.
"As you can see…"
Lop smiled somewhat shyly.
"Our Elven Queen is an Lv89 Crusader Knight."
"…"
Su Lin had a mouthful of complaints he didn't know how to express.
So, the Elven Queen of the Elven Kingdom is a Berserker?
And this top-tier Berserker is also a legal Elf Race loli, only 183 years old and just recently come of age?
Is this reasonable?
After a long while, Su Lin, with a complicated expression, patted Lop's shoulder.
"I see it now, you Elven Kingdom folk are all masters of contrast!"
There's Beixi, who turns healing magic into explosive magic; Aelita, who looks delicate and refined but is a fervent radical… even Lop is like this!
He looks incredibly dignified, but in reality, without the dignified magic to conceal him, he's completely a decrepit, slovenly old magic user!
Is contrast the current popular style in the Elven Kingdom?
"Sister is a true genius…"
After a long while, Aelita's sigh brought Su Lin's thoughts back.
"According to the previous Elven Queen, Sister possesses a talent that should fundamentally not exist on the Aetheram Continent, almost… like the world's beloved daughter, madly doted upon."
On this point, Lop also nodded in agreement, full of admiration.
Su Lin, for once, didn't interrupt Aelita's meeting with a quarrel.
Hilulele's life seemed even more legendary than he had imagined.
"Designated as the next Elven Queen from the moment she displayed her talent, Sister always loved close-quarters combat since childhood, so she disregarded everyone's advice and became a warrior."
"But previous Elven Queens were all renowned worldwide for their magic; a warrior Elven Queen would always feel a bit out of place… Grandpa Lop and Grandma Beixi used to constantly nag Sister about wasting her talent back then…"
Lop smiled wryly and nodded.
"In fact, even now, I still believe the Elven Queen has wasted her talent."
Su Lin raised an eyebrow, looking at Lop curiously.
"So, all of you couldn't persuade one little Elf Race?"
Lop was speechless, and Aelita continued softly.
"Sister got tired of being told off, so she spent five years concurrently studying magic, becoming an Lv40 All-Element Mage…"
"It was then that everyone realized Sister was actually a dual-class practitioner, a rarity in the Aetheram Continent for millennia; those with such talent in previous generations have almost all ascended to the Celestial Realm."
"Sister's talent can no longer be called astonishing; it even caused fear at one point…"
Su Lin was a bit speechless.
He looked strangely at Hilulele, who was still fighting not far away.
That person was excitedly swinging a spiked club, and who would have thought that the contrasting loli was such an absurd genius.
"What happened next?"
Su Lin turned his head.
"Becoming an Lv40 All-Element Mage in five years, with such absurd magical talent, didn't you continue to persuade her?"
"We couldn't persuade her anymore…"
Lop sighed deeply, somewhat wistfully.
"Twenty years ago… the Elven Queen became an Lv85 Crusader Knight, plus her Mage abilities and innate power of nature…"
At this point, Lop faltered, stammering and unable to speak clearly.
Aelita, however, chuckled softly and whispered:
"At that time, Sister went to the Council of Sages and single-handedly beat up all the elders; even Grandpa Lop and Grandma Beixi could only fight Sister to a draw."
Su Lin understood.
Couldn't beat her, and she wouldn't listen to reason… what else could they do?
If you can't afford to provoke her, then spoil her!
Ultimately, geniuses have privileges everywhere.
Moreover, with Hilulele's performance of becoming an Lv89 Crusader Knight and an Lv40 Mage at 183 years old, it hardly counts as wasting talent.
Given her long-lived genes and strength, Hilulele will likely live for thousands more years, and by then, she might also ascend to the Celestial Realm.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Why have I never seen your former Elven Queen?"
Looking at Lop, Su Lin hinted:
"With the Elf Race's longevity and the Elven Queen's strength, they shouldn't all be gone, right?"
Lop displayed a very dignified smile; he didn't say much, only mentioned lightly:
"Everyone has their own mission…"
Su Lin didn't ask further.
It was clear that Lop and the others didn't want to reveal the existence of previous Elven Queens; presumably, there was something closely related to the Elven Kingdom they needed to do.
But that they were still alive was certain!
He knew it… long-lived races are all cunning old foxes, and their specialty is always keeping something in reserve.
But it didn't matter; the stronger the Elven Kingdom, the happier he was.
No matter what, the Elven Kingdom was his worker.
He also wasn't worried about the Elven Kingdom betraying him; ultimately, although Su Lin wasn't good at combat, he was extremely good at brute force.
The stronger the MC Dungeon developed, the more absurd his Steve physique would become.
Without the strength to be a diamond drill, how would Su Lin dare to take on a delicate task like the Elven Kingdom from the start?
Feeling greatly relieved, he turned to look at Hilulele, and Su Lin's expression froze again.
Even his heart skipped a beat.
"Wait!"
"Those aren't Zombie Piglins! Those are proper Piglin Race! You can't hit them!"
But it was already too late when the words came out… a stunned Piglin fell beneath the spiked club, and Hilulele looked up blankly towards them.
There was a moment of silence in the Nether; gradually, the three seemed to feel the ground shaking, as if something big was coming.
"Su Lin, something seems off…"
Aelita realized the problem and tried to retreat behind Su Lin, but her outstretched hand grabbed at empty air.
Turning back, Su Lin was standing on a distant mountain, vigorously waving.
"You guys run!"
"Su Lin!!!"
It proved that no one understood self-preservation better than Su Lin!
— — —
While Su Lin and his companions were exploring the Nether, the Aetheram Continent wasn't idle either.
"Clang!"
Inside Doragon's opulent palace, visible items were smashed all over the floor.
No one dared to breathe loudly.
Valentino Blarer, the king of the Armed Empire Doragon, renowned on the Aetheram Continent for his iron-fisted rule, was now furious.
"Damn it! Old woman!"
"Damn it! Elven Kingdom! Are they provoking us Doragon?!"
Magic enveloped a long table and slammed it next to the Chief Minister below; the Chief Minister's body trembled.
The front-line battle losses, after so many days of dragging their feet, finally dared to be reported to Doragon's capital.
Days earlier, Beixi had infiltrated Doragon's military base in the Verdan Eternal Forest, not only rescuing 180 Elf Race hostages but also severely damaging Doragon's army.
Eighteen thousand soldiers sacrificed, two thousand five hundred professionals martyred… this was nothing; the key was that Beixi had destroyed over a hundred magic golems and two alchemical cannons, yet still managed to escape calmly?
Disgraceful!
"Damn it! Where's Dren! It happened days ago, why is it only being reported today! Is magical communication just for show?!"
His red beard burned like flames on his heroic face.
The Chief Minister's voice was low.
"General Dren has been martyred… the Verdan Base is leaderless, which is why the intelligence…"
"Nonsense!"
Valentino slammed the armrest.
"Those incompetents were afraid to report the battle! Don't tell me that even with a hundred thousand troops at Verdan Base, or even a hundred thousand pigs! That old woman couldn't have easily succeeded in her attack!"
"Those derelict good-for-nothings! Hang them all!"
The Chief Minister wiped away cold sweat.
"General Chris has already gone to take over the Verdan Base; at that time, he will execute those incompetent fools who neglected their duties…"
At this, Valentino's expression improved slightly.
Seizing the opportunity, the Chief Minister quickly added:
"Your Majesty, the battle report has reached the capital; how should we respond?"
"Respond?!"
Valentino's voice suddenly rose.
"All troops attack! Flatten the Verdan Eternal Forest for me! That damned old woman! I was just looking for an excuse to wage war on the Elven Kingdom, and she delivered it right to my doorstep!"
"Your Majesty, absolutely not."
The Chief Minister pleaded, sweating profusely.
"The Empire's main forces are still fighting the Trien Federation, and recently the Empire has had friction with the Demi-human Alliance and the Lucania Kingdom. At this time, we truly cannot spare our main army, and furthermore…"
Pausing, the Chief Minister said in a deep voice:
"The Elven Kingdom has always been afraid to send their strong individuals to the front lines, fearing that we would use our magical alchemy technology to take them out. Why the Council of Sages acted this time is truly strange."
"Furthermore, according to intelligence, there were some slight anomalies in the Verdan Eternal Forest a few days ago…"
Valentino's anger instantly receded, and his eyes flickered with shrewdness.
He was nowhere near a capricious, mindless king; he was clearly a cunning old fox.
After a long period of contemplation, Valentino whispered:
"Have those old geezers emerged?"