It was a showdown between darkness and light. The surging magic collided fiercely in the air, erupting with terrifying power.
When everything fell silent, the darkness and light disappeared.
Irina was still standing behind the Spring of Life, but she had retreated several meters. Her face was slightly pale, and there was blood dripping from the corners of her lips. Her hand was trembling slightly as she held onto her staff, and she was trying very hard not to fall.
The green light around her had already disappeared, and the branches of the Tree of Life had all been withdrawn. The green light around her had dimmed slightly.
Borg took a step forward as he looked at Irina, and said, "You're very powerful, but it's a pity that you made the wrong choice."
Irina had been defeated!
All of the elves looked on with different expressions.
Borg wasn't being sarcastic. Irina was indeed very powerful at only 30 years of age. Aside from Helena, none of the elves present felt that they could defeat her.
Borg had won, but he had most likely sustained severe injuries as well.
"Everything I've done is what I believe to be the right choice." Irina stood up straight as she looked at Borg with narrowed eyes. "But what's in your body?"
Borg's pupils contracted slightly as he raised his wand again, pointing it at Irina as he yelled, "Then you can go to hell with your choice!"
"Get out of here, Princess!"
Right at this moment, a fully-armored guard suddenly drew his sword and charged toward Borg. He raised his longsword above his head with both hands before bringing it down toward Borg!
Borg's heart jolted slightly as he pointed his wand toward Irina. A streak of black light shot forth, striking the oncoming guard in the face.
The black metal helmet was instantly shattered, and a deep gash appeared on the guard's glabella. His body was sent flying backward before landing with a resounding thump.
Blood flowed from his glabella, staining the tattoo on his face. He slowly turned toward Irina with great difficulty, and said, "Prin … Princess, get out of here …"
As soon as his voice trailed off, he died, but his eyes were still wide open.
All of the elves looked on in silence.
If a slave were to pick up a knife …
A hint of horror welled up in their hearts.
"You bastard!" Irina yelled hysterically as she looked at the pool of blood. Her lips were trembling slightly, and the dim golden light on her magic caster's staff began to flicker.
"This filthy, damned slave." Borg looked at the corpse on the ground with disgust in his eyes as he cracked his neck from side to side. He turned to Irina with a cold smile on his face as he said, "Bastard? Sooner or later, I will kill all those filthy things. I want to see who can save you this time. "
A hint of fear appeared in all of the elves' eyes as they looked at Borg. He appeared to be quite terrifying in his current state.
Elliot and Vincent's eyes met, and both of them were filled with worry. They looked at Helena, who was still calm and silent, as if what happened today had nothing to do with her.
Once Irina died, the Elf Clan would change.
Helena was the only one who could stop Borg, but she didn't seem to have any intention of doing so.
Therefore, Irina was dead for sure.
A sinister smile appeared on Borg's face as he raised his wand, and black light began to shimmer on its tip.
Irina's magic caster's staff was also shimmering with faint golden light, but it was unable to gather any energy.
"Let me see who dares to kill her right in front of me!"
Right at this moment, a low voice suddenly sounded in the sky above.
A purple-striped griffin swooped down from above, and the trees around it were swept aside by the fierce winds. Wood shavings flew through the air as the massive griffin swooped directly toward Borg.
"Alex!"
Borg's heart jolted with shock as he waved his wand toward the griffin, and he immediately retreated in an attempt to evade.
All of the surrounding elves' expressions changed drastically as they hurriedly scattered in all directions.
Borg's reaction wasn't slow, but the griffin was simply too fast. It flapped its wings and snuffed out the black light that had yet to materialize, and a pair of sharp claws that were shimmering with metallic light had already landed on Borg's body.
The dozen or so magic barriers that Borg had erected in quick succession were instantly punctured, and the sharp claws punctured Borg's shoulder before hurtling him heavily through the air, where he crashed heavily into a rocky mountain and was imprinted into the stone wall.
A few of the elves who had come to their senses hurriedly shielded Borg as they looked on with horrified expressions at the fearsome griffin and the man on its back.
All of the elves were in a state of alert and panic, and none of them dared to do anything rash.
The griffin circled in the air before landing beside Irina. The man in a black robe and a black and white mask with a heavy sword in his hand jumped down from the griffin's back before wrapping an arm around Irina's waist as he said in a low and seductive voice, "I'm here."
"So … so handsome!"
In the crowd, a certain elven girl acted like a love-struck fool, expressing the feelings of countless elven girls whose eyes were shining.
Irina stared blankly at the man who had his arm wrapped around her waist. She didn't know why he had suddenly appeared here. He was clearly completely powerless now, but he still rushed down without any hesitation. He would always be able to come to her side when she needed him the most. In that instant, tears welled up in her eyes.
Meg looked at the pale-faced Irina, who was still in a daze, and a hint of sympathy welled up in his heart as he said in a gentle voice, "I'll take you away."
Irina came to her senses, and she looked into the pair of clear and gentle eyes beneath the mask, but she shook her head as she said, "I can't go."
Meg's brows furrowed in confusion as he asked, "Why?"
Irina looked at Meg with a resolute expression as she said, "The Tree of Life needs me, and they also need me. She still has you, but they only have me!"
Right at this moment, the Tree of Life, which had been silent for a while, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling green light. Then, like an inverted green bowl, it covered the entire cave. Within that green light, there seemed to be a black light struggling to flicker.
"Princess!"
Alice rushed out of the cave and rushed over in a panic when she saw the pale-faced Irina.
Irina looked back at the direction of the cave and the charging Alice. She opened her arms and hugged Meg before whispering in his ear, "Take Bean Sprout and leave. I'll be fine."
"Alright."
Meg nodded slightly before grabbing onto Alice's wrist. He then watched as Irina walked into the light barrier.
"Princess! Let go of me … I have to stay with the princess! Princess … "Alice struggled and tried to pounce on Irina, but her wrist was tightly grasped by Meg, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.
Irina walked into the light barrier and entered the cave. The light barrier then shrank, sealing the entrance of the cave.
Meg withdrew his gaze and cast a cold glance at the wary elves. His gaze lingered on Helena for a split second before he carried the still struggling Alice onto the griffin's back.
"If anything happens to her, I'll bathe the entire elven race in blood!" Meg's thunderous voice rang out beside the ears of all of the elves.
All of the elves averted their gazes, and Borg, who had just been dragged down from the wall, took a couple of steps back in horror before hiding behind a pale-faced elf.
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