Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 1164 - 769: Gando (Part 2)

However, a legend is indeed a legend. In the instant after Gando’s series of attacks ended, a look of mocking flashed in the eyes of the Demon Monarch, who grabbed his magic wand.

Gando was shocked, and when he exerted all his strength, he found he couldn’t move it at all.

Then, with a slight flick, the Demon Monarch sent an overwhelming force through the magic wand, tossing Gando, wand and all, until he crashed into the wall behind, breaking a big hole in it before coming to a stop.

Severe pain radiated through his body, and Gando slid to the ground, unable to help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

His face was pale, and he vaguely felt that his ribs might have been broken.

"Lord Gando!"

Behind him, the worried shouts of other Frost Elves rang out.

"I’m fine..."

Gando gritted his teeth and said, then used his magic wand to support himself as he stood up again.

The Demon Monarch still stood not far away, his gaze full of mockery.

At this time, though unwilling in his heart, Gando had to admit that there is an insurmountable gap between Gold and legend, and no one apart from naturally gifted species like dragons could fight across such levels.

But even if he couldn’t defeat his opponent, Gando would continue to fight.

He had to buy time, and persist as long as possible...

The Divine Arts defense barrier in Milovia had flaws because the city never expected to be invaded.

However, other cities in the Elf Forest had far better core protection from Divine Arts.

Right after the battle started, the Frost Elves already sent clansmen to seek aid from the Chosen City, requesting support from the reinforcements and the replacement of a better defense core.

Counting the time, it was likely that a new defense core had already been delivered to the temple.

As long as the update of the Divine Arts defense barrier could be held off, let alone a legend, even if a myth came personally, they’d be delayed!

Having thought this, a hint of grim determination flashed in Gando’s eyes.

He struggled to stand up, murmuring spells.

Pale green photons gathered around him, and his injuries began to heal rapidly...

Yet with the healing of his wounds came his increasingly graying hair and the growing number of wrinkles on his face.

[Holy Healing]

This is a Divine Art capable of instantly healing injuries, no matter how severe, in a moment.

The cost was the depletion of his life’s potential...

In that moment, Gando seemed to have aged decades.

But his gaze remained bright.

He let out another furious shout, charging towards the Demon Monarch...

Surprised briefly revealed in the Demon Monarch’s eyes.

He gently reached out once more, seized Gando’s magic wand, and tossed the Old Elf away.

With another loud crash, Gando was hurled into a wall, sending up clouds of dust...

Yet soon, he stood back up.

"Again!"

He shouted loudly, charging at the Demon Monarch.

Attack after attack, and falling every time.

Gando didn’t know how long he had persevered.

Until he could no longer summon even a bit of magic power.

The place where the two fought had already become complete ruins. Gando trembled as he used the cracked magic wand to help him stand...

His magic wand was shattered, hair and beard snow-white, wrinkles on his face deep as carvings.

He was utterly spent.

Yet, the look in his eyes as he gazed at the Demon Monarch remained unchanged.

He lifted his wand with difficulty, trembling as he pointed at the Demon Monarch:

"Once... more..."

The Demon Monarch’s gaze finally showed slight change.

Looking down at the Old Elf, his expression was indescribable.

"Elf... your name."

He suddenly asked, his voice hoarse and deep.

It was imperfect Segis common speech.

Gando raised his head, his eyes firm and fearless:

"Gando... Gando Frost."

"Gando Frost, huh..."

The Demon Monarch chuckled lowly.

"I will remember it."

After saying that, he gently raised his hand:

"My name is - Toscal."

With the words just out, dark purple light burst from him, subtly, with the Demon Monarch at the core, waves of obscure power spread...

The next moment, an area within several hundred meters was shadowed.

Domain.

At this moment, the Demon Monarch unleashed his Legendary Domain!

Cold, wicked.

Feeling the powerful force suddenly rising from the opponent and sensing the increasingly binding power around the space, Gando’s mood somehow calmed abruptly.

At this moment, only one thought filled his heart:

So this... is the Legendary Domain?

The Demon Monarch stepped forward, toward Gando.

And Gando, had already completely lost control of his body within the Legendary Domain.

Feeling the opponent’s overwhelming and despair-inducing power, Gando sighed to himself:

It’s over...

He had done his best.

The Demon Monarch came before the Old Elf.

He reached out his hand, grabbing Gando and lifting him up, choking his neck.

Gando only felt the suffocating sensation like a tide, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

In the haze, everything from the past flashed swiftly through his mind...

Scenes of hunting monsters with his father in his childhood.

Scenes after he became an adult, being baptized by Lord Aurora, becoming a devout Natural Priest.

Scenes as High Priest, leading the tribe to struggle for survival in the Silent Annihilation Wilderness.

And also the scenes after meeting Cyber the Chosen Son, migrating with the tribe, fighting atop the Sorrow Cliff.

And finally, returning to the Segis World, participating in the Harvest Festival, standing on the hillside with Cyber, watching the sunrise and sunset over the sea, chatting and entertaining with other Elf Chosen Ones in his tavern, boasting and drinking...

And all of this, in the end, turned into a splendid light.

Vaguely, Gando seemed to see the Goddess smiling at him.

Ah...

Everything is over...

Am I going to return to the embrace of the Goddess?

He felt a sense of desolation, slightly lowering his hands, giving up the last resistance.

However, as his consciousness gradually faded, a voice seemed to repeat incessantly in the depths of his heart:

Are you willing?

Gando, are you willing?

Am I willing...

Gando sighed inwardly.

How... could I be willing?

He had not yet seen his deceased old friend’s only granddaughter, the obedient and adorable Elf Girl Aister, come of age.

He had not yet fulfilled his promise to pass on his skills to the Chosen One Nai Nai, who had recently become his apprentice under Segis’ introduction...

He had not yet brewed the Elf Forest’s best Elf Flower Tea to offer as a tribute to the Goddess...

How could he be willing?

No...

He is not willing!

Those familiar faces flashed quickly in his mind, and Gando’s sense of unwillingness grew stronger...

No.

I can’t fall now!

The war isn’t over, there are countless tribesmen behind me, how can I fall here in battle?

The past promises are unfulfilled, too many regrets unachieved, how can I give up so easily?

No...

He definitely won’t!

Gradually, a light seemed to suddenly brighten in his heart, and that light quickly turned into a burning flame, continually igniting in Gando’s chest.

In that moment of enlightenment, a scene from when he just became Elf Priest suddenly flashed in Gando’s mind, swearing before the Goddess’ statue:

"I am Gando..."

"From this moment, everything of mine will belong to the great Mother Goddess, to the great Frost Tribe."

"From this moment, I will be fearless, leading the tribe through darkness, seeking the light."

"I will fight until the last moment, as long as life remains, my steps... will never cease!"

Intense battle spirit surged back into his heart, and in a moment of enlightenment, Gando seemed to hear something shatter within him.

The next moment, an unprecedented strong power surged into his limbs, and he quickly opened his eyes.

Golden light blossomed on Gando’s body, his aura suddenly climbed, reaching a height he had never achieved before...

At this moment, Gando felt as if he could accomplish anything...

In the shocked gaze of the Demon Monarch, Gando suddenly roared in anger, shaking free, and punched him flying.

Standing once more on solid ground, the roaring sea breeze scattered Gando’s graying hair.

His robe was torn, yet he stood tall and straight.

Raising his Magic Wand once more, light surged around Gando, his powerful aura constantly rising.

The wrinkles on his face remained deep, but the sickly pallor vanished, replaced by a rejuvenated flush.

Golden light spread around Gando, quickly forming a warm domain.

In that domain, it seemed to exude a heartwarming power, and a vibrant vitality and fighting spirit.

Gando’s gaze was steadfast.

His eyes on the Demon Monarch were filled with battle intent:

"Again!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Now... I am also a Legend."