Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 162 The Elven Army Arrives in Verdant Leaf City

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Inside a makeshift military tent in the City of Emerald Leaves, Lin Mo had dark circles under his eyes and was yawning incessantly.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet, facing the sprightly Archmage Kyle.

"Holy Son, please calm down and feel the magical elements around your body once again."

"They are lively, fluid, and surround you like a stream."

"What you need to do is not to capture them with brute force, but to use your magic—or, in your words, your spiritual power—to connect with them and guide them..."

Kyle's voice was steady and magnetic.

Lin Mo closed his eyes and tried his best to follow Kyle's instructions.

Last night, after taking over Emerald Leaf City, Lin Mo, who couldn't stay idle, remembered that he was still a magic apprentice, so he invited Kyle over, hoping to quickly learn some practical spells.

Kyle was naturally overjoyed and immediately offered to share all his knowledge.

Then, Lin Mo experienced a whole night of "mental torture".

From the origins of magic to the fundamental theories of the elements, and then to the thirty-six key points and one hundred and eight precautions for mental perception...

Kyle spoke meticulously, leaving Lin Mo feeling dizzy and disoriented.

He now seriously doubts whether he was out of his mind to want to learn magic in the first place.

Just as Lin Mo felt he was about to "pass away," the tent flap was lifted.

Guard Wu Suowei walked in and saluted.

"Commander, the main force of the Elven race has arrived."

Lin Mo's eyes snapped open, his gaze bright.

He jumped to his feet, grabbed Kyle's hands, and forced a genuine smile onto his face.

"Teacher! You've worked so hard all night, thank you so much!"

"I have urgent military business to attend to here. Please have some breakfast and rest first, and we can reschedule for another time!"

Without waiting for Kyle's response, Lin Mo rushed out of the tent like a gust of wind.

Kyle: "..."

He looked at his empty hands, then at the direction Lin Mo had disappeared in, and shook his head helplessly.

This holy son has exceptional magical talent, but his comprehension is somewhat lacking.

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The atmosphere inside the temporary command tent was serious.

Long Zhan and Zhao Gang were standing in front of a huge electronic screen, which displayed real-time footage transmitted from the drone at high altitude.

"Brother Zhao, General Long." Lin Mo walked in quickly.

The two men glanced back at him, and Zhao Gang pointed to the screen.

"Commander Lin is here! Look at this impressive entourage."

On the screen, the dilapidated outline of the city of Verdant Leaves appears on the horizon.

The vanguard of the tens of thousands of elven troops halted, and countless civilians following behind them also stopped.

As they gazed at their homeland from afar, the anticipation and joy on their faces gradually froze.

That wasn't the lush, green city they remembered.

It was a huge, ugly scar.

The once towering and vibrant World Tree is now reduced to a charred, withered branch, standing lifelessly in the center of the city.

The land was devastated, with broken walls and ruins everywhere. The black earth, corrupted by demonic energy, exuded an ominous aura.

The wind brings with it the deathly silence of home.

At first, there was an incredulous shock, followed by suppressed sobs that quickly spread and merged into a sea of ​​sorrow.

Countless elves knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, for their lost homeland and for the World Tree that was connected to their lives.

However, when the army's commander ordered them to continue, and when the first elf stepped through the city gates onto the polluted land, the weeping miraculously subsided.

They silently wiped away their tears, and their grief was replaced by something deeper and more resilient.

As they walked through the ruins, their eyes transformed from sorrow to determination.

This is their home.

Their homes now need to be rebuilt by their own hands.

Under the organization of a large number of high-ranking elves, the operation began.

A group of wood-elves dressed in green robes walked to a ruin, chanting magic spells as they placed their hands on the scorched earth.

A soft green light spread from their palms.

The next second, countless thick vines burst forth from the ground, like giant pythons with life, quickly clearing and gathering up the broken walls and ruins in the ruins.

Immediately afterwards, saplings sprang up at a visible speed, their branches intertwining, growing, and taking shape.

In just over ten minutes, a series of exquisite and elegant treehouses were created.

On the other side, the earth mages formed a square formation, their staffs planted firmly on the ground, and a yellowish-brown aura spread out like ripples.

The black earth, polluted by demonic energy and emitting a foul stench, slowly rolled and was buried underground, and the ground returned to its normal brown color.

The potholes and mud on the ground were quickly smoothed out by magic.

Many elves carefully carried boxes of magic crystals, each shimmering with different colors of light, into the underground cavern at the base of the World Tree.

The demons, in their quest for resources, have emptied the underground magic crystal veins.

Now, the elves are using their years of accumulated knowledge to replenish the World Tree with "nutrients".

With the infusion of immense magical power and the combined healing efforts of over a dozen high-ranking wood-type spirits, a miracle occurred.

On the huge, slightly charred trunk of the World Tree, tiny, faint green shoots began to slowly emerge.

Although it was only a little, it brought boundless hope.

The entire city of emerald leaves resembles a giant, revitalized construction site.

There was no roar of heavy machinery, only the melodious magical incantations of the elves and magical radiance of various colors.

Houses are rising from the ground, roads are being leveled automatically, and polluted land is regaining its vitality.

Everything was in ruins and needed to be rebuilt, but the speed of reconstruction was faster than anyone could have imagined.

Lin Mo, Long Zhan, and Zhao Gang stared at the miraculous scene on the screen, speechless for a long time.

After a long pause, Zhao finally spoke in a dry, stilted voice.

"I...I now believe in the myth of a city being built overnight."

Long Zhan's face was resolute, but the shock in his eyes was equally undisguised.

"Their civilization is indeed very good in some ways, and it has taken a completely different path from ours."

Lin Mo didn't say anything, because all he could think about was "Wow!" and envy.

Only by learning magic can one realize how difficult it is.

He's been studying with Kyle, a sixth-order archmage, whenever he has free time these days, but his progress always feels very slow and frustrating.

Not only can't you straighten your tongue when chanting spells, but you also have to be mentally synchronized, learn about magical culture, and so on. It's really a huge headache.

However, there were also many gains, at least in terms of a deeper understanding of the history and strengths of the major races on Terra.

Take elves, for example. Every elf is born with a magical affinity, but the degree of talent varies.

That's why he's so envious now.

Talent is something that you really have to compare yourself to others to feel inferior!

Of course, he also has his own talents, such as a sixth-tier talent that appears on his first spell, something unmatched on the entire continent of Terra...