Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 487 - 424 Tower of Dominion_1

Chapter 487: Chapter 424 Tower of Dominion_1

"Our understanding is very limited, after all, this city has disappeared for hundreds of years, it was only last year that we found out, there was a city here, on top of a small hill." Kellysha’s expression was barely able to conceal her awe.

That was awe for the Mystlock Lock Technology of the elves, as well as the elves’ extraordinarily long lifespans.

The other Golias wore similar expressions.

The lifespan of the Golia race is similar to that of humans, but due to their own lifestyle habits, their average lifespan is far lower than that of humans, typically around twenty to thirty years old.

A century, for them, was simply too lengthy, it was the era of their great-grandfathers.

Even though they lived in the same area and both were of good-natured races, their interactions were not that frequent.

The Golias could not comprehend the elves’ long-term planning, for the elves’ minor plans were already equivalent to a lifetime for them; similarly, they could not enjoy the leisurely and peaceful lifestyle that belonged to the elves.

Elves, in turn, could not understand the Golias’ impetuous lifestyle, their attitude and way of life filled with risk-taking challenges, noise, and competition.

Therefore, the fact that Kellysha possessed characteristics common to both Golias and elves only piqued curiosity about her parents’ story.

Often, differences in body type and racial aesthetic perceptions are easy to overcome, after all, extreme beauty is often universally recognized.

But ideological differences are often much harder to break.

"What’s the background of those Dwarf Elves?" Seeing that they couldn’t collect more information from Mesnoel, Gaven shifted his focus to the previous opponents.

Unlike the Mountain Tribe, which mobilized its entire population—this didn’t need questioning. Their personnel structure made it clear, including men, women, the elderly, and children; at most, only infants and tent mothers, who took care of them, did not participate.

The earlier group of Dwarf Elves could very well have been just a scouting party, with a migrating tribe of Dwarf Elves, or even a Dwarves Elf City, backing them.

Chieftain Eglaras answered, "They are all fanatical followers of the evil god Velen from a Dwarves Underground City called Delnox. The one you killed in the air was a masked Sacrificer from the Hall of Midnight Slaughter, nicknamed Terror Nightshadow, who presided over external wars.

This group of Dwarves is notorious for holding grudges, they suffered a significant defeat today, and they will not let it go easily. They will probably send someone even more powerful and terrifying to hunt you down.

This matter, we have dragged down our friends from the mountain. In a moment, we will discuss measures to make amends."

Hearing this, Gaven laughed, "Even without your involvement, it would have been only a matter of time before I had a conflict with these Dwarf Elves, because I couldn’t just watch as Mesnoel fell into their hands. That would be a disaster for the entire Mir Forest, the whole of Thacel. It is well known that Dwarf Elves can never fill their bottomless greed."

The presence of the Dwarf Elves’ elite troops here was not as simple as that of the Golias.

They would likely desire the method to eradicate the Necrotic Plague and control over Mesnoel.

Gaven even had reason to suspect that this group of Dwarf Elves might be collaborators with the Moando Servants.

Because the Dwarf Elf soldiers showed symptoms of the plague that were lighter than those of the Golias, and their timing of arrival was also too coincidental.

"The situation is different, completely different." The Mountain Tribe Chieftain shook his head repeatedly, "Without the decisive action of our friend, we would not have been able to drive away that group of Dwarf Elves. We of the Mountain Tribe will never forget this favor. In a moment, inside Mesnoel, we will only take the method we need to treat the Necrotic Plague, the rest will all belong to you."

"We’ll have to see what we can get," Gaven couldn’t help but give these Golias a word of caution, "Don’t get your hopes too high, because the Necrotic Plague on you is not merely a side effect of Necrotic Maze Lock energy, it also has been mixed with the Corruption Power of the God of Corruption.

Even if we find a treatment method here, it would be for diseases caused by Necrotic Maze Lock, not for troubles caused by Corruption Power."

"We know." Kellysha nodded with a calm expression, "But having hope is always better than none, even if it’s not the perfect antidote, it has its value as a reference for research to see if we can find a suitable cure."

"Now our problem is, how to get up there." Gaven said, gazing at the Crystal Spire that was within reach.

They weren’t standing around idly chatting, but under the escort and guidance of many Golias, they were exchanging information while making their way.

When viewing the Crystal Spire from the air or from below the mountain, it seemed both tall and slender.

But when they actually arrived at the base, they found it was hardly smaller than the Divine Root.

One laid flat, while the other stood upright, like a skyscraper towering into the clouds, the overall shape being conical, with the base diameter exceeding twenty meters, but the top only seemed to hold a Crystal Ball.

Of course, this Crystal Ball was no ordinary crystal ball; after all, it was visible even from the base of the mountain. This Crystal Ball had to be at least as large as a room.

This Crystal Spire, like other constructions in Mesnoel, was also made using Heaven Craft to create living rock constructions that displayed crystal characteristics. If one were to break it apart, they would probably get rocks or something similar instead of crystals.

This is a common characteristic of magical constructs.

Otherwise, rare materials would no longer be rare.

Even with magic, one must respect the Conservation of Energy.

There are certainly spells that create precious, rare materials, provided your spell is powerful enough, like a ninth level Wish Spell.

If you have access to the Wish Spell, you can certainly wish for a pile of gold.

However, those who do this are usually treated as fools.

Then again, people capable of such folly usually don’t have the means to access the Wish Spell in the first place.

The Crystal Spire was indeed a monolith with neither windows nor doors, its surface was as smooth as a mirror, where one could only see their own reflection, and there was no way to see what lay within.

It wasn’t clear whether it was solid or hollow and capable of housing people, but the latter seemed more likely.

"If it’s not possible, we’ll just fly up to have a look." Chieftain Eglaras’s gaze fell upon the Half-Moon Colt.

Their Druid, although capable of transforming into a giant eagle and flying up, was still indebted to the other party for their recent assistance. Handing it over to the other party seemed a more respectful gesture.

Luna immediately vetoed the idea on the side, "No, the area surrounding this Crystal Spire belongs to a no-fly zone. It’s not possible to fly there."

When Half-Moon Colt spoke, the expressions of the spellcasters instantly changed.

That was because it suggested that the Crystal Spire wasn’t just imposing in size—it might very well be a special Elf Mage Tower with other magical effects.

Chieftain Eglaras, a pure Barbarian, however, didn’t consider this and came up with a new suggestion, "If all else fails, we’ll just resort to the simplest and most brutal method: knock a big hole in it. I refuse to believe this thing is solid!"

As he spoke, his face was full of eagerness, and he fondly clutched his large battle-axe, embodying the epitome of reckless bravery.

"That won’t do," Gaven and Kellysha simultaneously rejected the proposal.

While speaking, Gaven cautiously approached and touched the Crystal Spire, "This structure appears to be crystal, but I estimate it’s harder than steel. I reckon that for a while... uh..."

The moment Gaven’s hand made contact with the Crystal Spire, a crystal door silently appeared in front of them and opened, revealing the interior of the Crystal Spire.

Just as they had guessed, the Crystal Spire was not solid but a uniquely constructed building.

Unexpectedly, the Crystal Spire turned out to be a rare one-way mirror. From the outside, one couldn’t see inside, but from within one could clearly see the outside.

Through the great door of the Crystal Spire, they could view the crystal wall on the other side and the scenery beyond that wall.

Inside the Crystal Spire was a massive hall, completely empty, except for an object in the very center—a crystal column that resembled a miniaturized version of the Crystal Spire.

"What’s going on?"

The Golia looked at Gaven with faces full of astonishment.

Gaven, too, was bewildered, "I have no idea, all I did was simply touch it."

While everyone was perplexed, a soft, elfin voice rang in their ears, "Please, successor, enter the Tower of Dominion, restart the Mystlock Locks, and initiate the ruler’s rights."

"Who? Who is speaking?"

"Successor? Who is the successor?"

Rather than resolving anything, the appearance of this voice raised even more questions.

Eglaras and Kellysha instinctively asked aloud at the same time.

"Please, successor, enter the Tower of Dominion, restart the Mystlock Locks, and initiate the ruler’s rights."

The same elfin voice echoed again, with neither a change in tone nor words.

It paid no heed to the questions raised by Eglaras and Kellysha.

It was only after a dozen seconds that the elfin voice resounded for the third time, just as unchanged in its articulation and content.

Even the Golia, inexperienced in such matters, could detect something amiss. This did not resemble a person speaking; it was more akin to a parrot mimicking speech.

Kellysha turned to Gaven, guessing, "Could it be a Magic Mouth Spell?"

The Magic Mouth Spell is a level-two spell that, upon meeting the trigger condition, voices a preset message.

It’s commonly employed by maze masters to toy with intruders.

Mage Towers and some big city stores also frequently use this spell for brief explanations or as a guide.

The current situation bore a striking resemblance to a Magic Mouth Spell.

Having been deep in thought since the elfin voice began, Gaven responded, "Even if it’s not the Magic Mouth Spell, it’s likely a similar spell. In any case, it’s not a real elf speaking to us. Now the question is, who is this successor they speak of? Can we trust what she says? Could this be a trap?"

"There’s no need to ask—this successor they mention definitely isn’t us," Chieftain Eglaras stated with certainty. "Our Mountain Tribe may have lived in the surrounding mountains for generations, but we have never been close with the elves. There is no mention in our tribe’s murals or songs about visiting Mesnoel. The most likely candidates are the two of you," he said, looking at Gaven and Kellysha, both of whom had elf bloodlines.

However, his words inadvertently suggested something else: as the Chieftain of the Mountain Tribe, he was also unaware of the story behind Kellysha.

"It can’t be me," Kellysha asserted with equal certainty. "The elf bloodline I possess is not that of ordinary elves but of the Dwarves Elf."

A Dwarves Elf hybrid?

Gaven couldn’t help but reassess Kellysha, noting the subtle signs; indeed, her skin had a deeper bluish-gray tinge than other Golia, and her silver hair leaned more towards white.

Without her revelation, it would have been impossible to associate her with the Dwarves Elf.

Given that the Dwarves Elf have distinct characteristics from ordinary elves, including temperament, many rely on skin and hair color to identify them.

Like another widely accepted adage in Felen goes, behind every crossbreed, there’s a story. Kellysha was no exception. Especially involving the Dwarves Elf, these tales were seldom beautiful love stories nor did they typically end with love’s offspring.

More often, they entailed tragedies like rape, enslavement, deception, and betrayal.

As for Kellysha herself, she seemed reluctant to delve further into this topic, her gaze shifting back to Gaven.