Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 592: Chapter 251: Returning to the Elf Queen

She slowly approached, as if the entire forest became brighter with her arrival.

“Thank you, Your Majesty the Queen,” David responded with a smile.

“Your return is our honor.” The Queen extended her hand to him, elegant and stately.

To express their welcome to David, the Elf Race began a fervent welcome ceremony.

It was only after the ceremony that David returned to the sleeping palace with the Elf Queen; being apart for so long, naturally, they had much to talk about.

“To celebrate your return, I would like to invite you to dance with me,” the Elf Queen smiled and said.

David looked at the Queen’s gentle gaze, his heart warming, and nodded in agreement, “Of course, it is my great honor.”

The next moment, he directly embraced the Elf Queen, removing her clothes.

Under the bright moonlight, the grass swayed gently, surrounded by blooming flowers, each quietly listening to the dance about to unfold.

The music began to play softly, as gentle and moving as flowing water.

It was the voice of nature, intertwined with every wisp of wind and every piece of leaf in the forest.

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world stood still, leaving only the melodious and pleasant melody, and an intimate, spring-like warmth flowing between the two.

David and the Elf Queen stood facing each other, and he felt the gentle strength coming from her palm, a power originating from the life source, full of natural breath and vibrant energy.

The music played, and they began to spin lightly, as elegantly as a breeze brushing over a sunlit lake.

As the melody gradually weakened, their movements slowed down.

…

After the cultivation ended, the Elf Queen nestled in David’s arms.

Her breath was gentle and fresh, like the purest air in the forest.

David felt her heartbeat tremble slightly, and warmth and peace surged in his heart.

“Lord David, since you left, our Elf Race has experienced some ups and downs,” the Queen said softly, a trace of heaviness in her voice.

“Especially after the Vampire Prince was killed, they attempted to launch a large-scale attack for revenge, mobilizing quite a bit of power.”

David frowned slightly, knowing that the Vampire Race had always been insidious and cunning; once hit, they would never give up easily. “How was the situation then?”

“In that attack, our Elf Race lost some small villages at the border, but after I demonstrated my Fourth-Ring strength, everything returned to peace.”

The Queen raised her head, “I used the barrier you left to protect this place, deterring those vampires with my power, letting them realize that opposing us was futile.”

David listened to her words, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

“You’ve done very well,” he said approvingly, “With you here, this land can remain so peaceful.”

“But it also puts a lot of pressure on me,” the Queen sighed, her eyes flashing with concern.

“Although I can temporarily suppress the vampires, they will not stop, and I’m worried that greater threats may come in the future.”

“To protect this land, I am willing to help you with all my might,” David said firmly.

“Thank you, my dear.”

The Queen smiled gently, full of gratitude for his trust and reliance.

“So, dear Your Majesty the Queen, let’s continue with the cultivation.”

David smiled slightly, starting another round of cultivation.

Now the strength of his Elf Bloodline has reached the Fourth Ring, and with the help of the Elf Queen, he continues to advance.

And during the continuous cultivation process, the Elf Queen could also receive feedback from the system, and her strength was also improving.

Both of them enjoyed this feeling greatly, continuously engaging in cultivation.

…

In a hidden corner of the Alien Race Continent.

In a dark and damp valley, an ancient and eerie fortress stood silently.

Inside the fortress, candlelight flickered, and dark red curtains fluttered gently in the wind, permeating the air with a pungent rust smell.

This was the site of a secret meeting of the Bloodline Mages.

In the meeting room, around a huge and gloomy round table, sat Bloodline Mages.

Each mage was dressed in a black robe, faces pale and cold, with sharp and icy eyes meeting each other’s gaze.

The atmosphere was heavy, like a storm about to break.

“We must not give up the fight for the Mist Forest and the Life Ancient Tree!” The Fourth-Ring Mage sitting at the center exuded a strong pressure.

Drake, the leader among the Vampire Race, and also a Fourth-Ring Bloodline Mage with a Vampire Bloodline.

He gently tapped the table with his fingers, the sound like a muffled thunder, “The Life Ancient Tree is an important source of our power and immortality, we must attack the elves again!”

“Lord Drake, I think we should proceed cautiously.” A young mage with a pale complexion, handsome yet having a slightly sickly air, interjected.

“The last attack cost us dearly, and this time the Elf Queen has evidently reached Fourth-Ring strength, she is definitely not an easy person to deal with.”

“Are you questioning my decisions?” A flash of anger flickered in Drake’s eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife fixed on the young mage.

“If it wasn’t for your incompetence, we shouldn’t have retreated at all!”

“Remember, what you have seen is just a part of the power we display, and we have not truly unleashed our full strength.”

The meeting room instantly fell silent, with everyone feeling a sense of oppression.

In this ruthless and cold-blooded tribe, no one dared to contradict Drake.

They all knew that under the leader’s rule, this race could only continue through constant struggle and devouring.

“I suggest sending out more powerful Undead Warriors and Phantom Assassins,” another elder and experienced Witch spoke up.

Drake nodded slightly after hearing this, but his eyes remained firm, “I believe that a frontal attack coupled with strategy is the real way to defeat them.”

“If I get another chance, I will personally lead this battle! Absorb enough fresh blood, and our power will increase significantly!”

Other Fourth-Ring Mages exchanged tacit glances, knowing that at such a crucial moment, if they did not unite, they might lose the great opportunity to seize the Life Ancient Tree.

“Alright,” one elderly person finally spoke, “Then proceed according to your plan, but also be ready for emergencies, if things get out of control, we must consider retreating.”

The atmosphere in the meeting room grew more tense, candlelit shadows intertwining and dancing on the walls.

Drake gazed intently at the other mages, as if contemplating an even deeper and more perilous plan.

“We must not only consider the Elf Queen and her allies,” he began slowly, “but also focus on a more threatening presence, the Hell Mages.”

At the mention of Hell Mages, the atmosphere in the meeting room became even heavier.

Everyone was both in awe and fearful of this existence from the Otherworld that master destruction and darkness.

Hell Mages are famous for wielding Demon Blood, capable of injecting powerful Demon Power into their bodies, making themselves stronger and more ruthless.

“Lord Drake, are you suggesting collaboration with the Hell Mages?” A young Bloodline Mage asked with a tremble in his voice.

His eyes flickered with anxiety, “But they are so dangerous and unpredictable, we can hardly control them!”

Another elder frowned, “However, cooperation implies trust, and trust in such darkness is extremely fragile and brittle.”

“They will definitely seize this opportunity to enhance their strength, and may even betray us, there are too many historical lessons of the Vampire Race suffering due to naivety!”

“I understand your concerns.” Drake cast a wary yet determined glance at him, “But our enemies are getting stronger and stronger, and time waits for no one.”