Max Level Miscellaneous Character

Pointed ears, thin and soft hair, flawless skin, a long and slender body and a beautiful face.

It was a typical elf appearance. It’s just what you’ve seen and often imagined.

Some would like to meet the forest elf, but Ivan couldn’t be happy. Because in this damn world, strangers are always at risk.

In particular, the elves were a race that was extremely reluctant to come into contact with the outside world and lock themselves in the forest. And, showing up like this was never a positive sign.

‘I’m sure it’s difficult to deal with Elf.’

As the rumors say, the elves were very beautiful, but they were stranger, so he was a bit reluctant to face them.

Because the elves of this land all inherited the blood of the primordial elves with the spirits of nature, and their emotional lines were difficult for ordinary humans to understand.

They did not have the expression of a living creature as their emotions were not deep. It looked like a well-carved doll with their beautiful appearance.

Ivan asked, squinting his eyes.

“What’s going on? I don’t think it’s your realm.”

Elves were extremely reluctant to come into contact with other races, especially with humans. They felt that humans lived too fast, and their emotional changes were too intense. They thought that if they got too close, they would be affected as badly as a fire would burn a tree.

The elf, who had appeared, looked at him silently.

The slowly moving eyes were so transparent that they looked more like glass beads than those of living things. It was difficult even for Ivan, who was quite quick-witted, to read the emotions from those eyes.

What the hell is this little bastard doing? Should I throw the ax first to to be safe?

She opened her mouth only after a long time had elapsed, enough for Ivan to think about it.

“…you are a warrior of Asgard. You don’t have to worry because you’re not the person we’ve been looking for.”

She was very pretty, and she had a good voice, but her emotions were so faint that I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. So he felt the horror before he could feel her beauty.

“That sounds funny. To grabbed onto someone passing by and stop talking about it.”

“What do you want to know?”

“It’s strange that the elves are searching around out of their realm. What’s going on?”

It may have been a sensitive question, but Ivan did not hesitate. This is because the elves have very few emotional ups and downs, so a rational response takes precedence.

If it was something they couldn’t say, they would say they couldn’t answer, otherwise they were likely to answer it gently.

As expected, the elf opened her mouth.

“There are humans roaming around with an ominous energy. We were just wary of them.”

Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly.

‘We? Isn’t there only one elf?’

But he couldn’t be sure. Because it was a peculiar elf habit to refer themselves as plural rather than singular. (dlazarturead.wordpress.com)

With the spirit of nature as their ancestors, their characteristics as mental bodies have not yet completely disappeared, and their minds were connected to each other through a unique system called the World Tree.

As long as they were in the forest, they will not be alone, and not ‘I’ but ‘we’.

“Warlock and demon followers roam deep into the forests? What have they done to the elves?”

“Have you ever met them?”

“There was a small collision a few days ago. I was deliberately moving through a sparsely populated forest to avoid them.”

“I see. Evil people who worship the demons have been appearing here for some time now. We’re investigating it.”

Saying that, the elf’s eyes moved slightly.

At that moment, Ivan felt something piercing through him, and his expression hardened.

The eyes of the elves could not only look at material things or appearances, but also see their essence or temperament.

It was a very strange feeling to humans. Therefore, there is a widespread nonsense that elves have eyes of truth.

“Warrior of Asgard, do you have anything to tell us? We will reward you for the information.”

“Well, I don’t have much to tell you.”

The fact that they are quite widespread with a reliable support, that they use body mutation, and that at least some of them serve the Great Evil Deathbringer.

“I even confirmed the fact that they are cultivating a large amount of red parsley flowers. I think it may have been made and distributed as a drug, but it may have been used for other purposes.”

“Red parsley flower is a powerful poison and a magic catalyst. You need to be careful. It was great information than I thought. We would like to thank you.”

She pulled out a stone with a strange aura from her arms and held it out. Ivan squinted her eyes to see what this was, she added, explaining.

“This is the spirit stone. It looks like it will be helpful to you.”

“Spirit Stone? Well, does this mean anything to me? It looks like it will make money if you sell it, but…”

Ivan did not learn any skills related to spirits at all. But at first, she wondered if this would help. Even more so because it didn’t seem like the elves would have just offered the Spirit Stone as a monetary value.

“Is that so? That’s strange. Spirits like you so much. Maybe one day, if there is a chance, you will be able to become friends with them. At that time, Spirit Stone can be of help. Well, goodbye”

Then he flew away and went out into the forest.

Just like when she showed up, quickly and lightly without a single sound of footsteps.

Ivan, who was left alone, smiled as he stroked the spirit stone.

“Spirit? Do I have such a talent?”

Of course, it won’t be at a great level. If that was the case, there would be no way Ivan would have been unaware of it until now.

It just meant that it was possible to enter. In other words, it means affinity that can summon a lower level spirit.

It didn’t help much, but it made Ivan feel better that there was a field in which he had a talent for.

‘If you can make a contract with a spirit without taking skill points, that would be helpful in its own way.’

Ivan, who put the spirit stone in his inventory, smiled and put on a serious expression.

“A warlock is wandering all the way around here? Is there anything else in this forest that I don’t know?”

In this forest, a place bordering on the realm of the elves, something that warlocks would covet.

For some reason, I had a strong feeling that what the guys wanted and what he was aiming for were the same. Because there will be no other secrets hidden in this forest.

He tried to avoid it, but it seems that he has no choice but to face it directly.

‘Well, you fucking bastards. There was a time when I was going to go around and do different things.’

Ivan, who spit out such curses inwardly, hurried his steps. He had to take it first before they could intercept it.

***

Ivan bit his lip.

‘…I’m a step late.’

He said he would come quickly, but it was too late.

Although he knew roughly where his my head, but he had never actually been there, so it took a long time to find the way.

The good news is that they haven’t even entered the dungeon yet. Once you enter the dungeon, you can’t go out at will, so it was a normal strategy to prepare as much as possible before entering.

‘But it won’t be long. They would have realized that the elves were patrolling the area, so they couldn’t keep staying here.’

At most a few days, or a few hours.

Ivan was a bit impatient, but the more he did, the more cautious he had to be. He had many enemies, and he was alone.

Ivan, who was watching secretly from a distance they could not detect, frowned.

‘They’re throwing people inside and extracting information.’

Maybe they’ve been kidnapped from somewhere. They branded them and forcibly put them into mental bondage and treated them like slaves.

The method was very dirty, but the result was clear.

It seemed like he probably wouldn’t be able to afford it until the next few days.

Now he had to make a choice. Should he attack now or should he give up?

‘I’m not giving up. If I give up here, it will get harder later.’

Ivan didn’t come here first for no reason. Considering his plans for the future, he could not give up easily.

“Heimdall, lend me your strength.”

As Ivan muttered quietly, Heimdall’s power descended upon him.

Woong-

Expansion of hearing and sight in an instant. With that keen sense, Ivan glared at the enemy. To see if there is any room for him to dig.

Then, Ivan found a familiar sign in a completely strange place. A few elves were watching the enemies from the other side. Among them, there was also an elf whom he had met recently.

‘Did you come here after the trail of a warlock? Or did you follow me?'(dlazarturead.wordpress.com)

Ivan hid his presence even more, not dispelling his suspicions.

Maybe things could have been easier. Or it could get more complicated and the number of enemies increases.

‘I’m sure the warlocks didn’t find me, did the elves notice me?”

Ivan’s mind became complicated. He couldn’t move easily because the elves intervened and he didn’t know how the table would turn.

In the meantime, whether they were satisfied with the inside of the dungeon, the group of warlocks began to pull the slaves back and enter the dungeon.

The elves who saw it began to move.

Ping!

Psyuk!

The arrows shot all at once hit the guys who remained outside the dungeon.

The elf’s archery skills never missed when it reached a new level, and it even hit two or three with one shot, or even bent and stuck while flying.

As a few fell, they shouted loudly.

“Arrow! It’s the elves!”

Whii-ing~

A dark shield using black magic appeared and blocked the arrow. Then, some of the elves took off their bows and started running directly, probably because they thought it was quite burdensome to pierce them with arrows alone.

The warlocks moved the remaining slaves and forcibly blocked the way of the elves. The warlocks knew they would never be of much help, but they threw it away just to earn some time.

Red blood spattered on the green grass. People who had been enslaved fell to the floor and vomited their lives.

The fact that they were forced to move was not important to the elves. Because they have no sense of purpose to save poor humans in the first place.

If he could get rid of those who threatened the forest and the evil warlocks, that was enough.

Ivan, seeing people fall, revealed his presence and threw his spear. Literally, the lightning bolt pierced the black shield and pierced the heart of a warlock.

“Ugh!”

Surprised by the appearance of a new enemy, the warlocks flinched, and even the elves stopped their movements at the sudden appearance of Ivan and raised their vigilance.

Then, seeing that Ivan’s spear had taken the warlock’s life, the elves started fighting again, judging that they were not enemies.

The cornered warlocks shouted, grinding their teeth.

“I guess they’re looking for a gap into the dungeon!”

The strong have already entered the dungeon. If it wasn’t for that, there would be no such thing as being pushed so one sidedly.

The warlocks who lamented over such thoughts spit out curses.

“Damn you idiots! I’ll burn all your forests!”

Although pierced by arrows and cut by swords, the warlocks began to cast spells. Then the living slaves, as well as the dead, dried up.

“Uuuggh!”

The flesh quickly rots and the skin sags. The people who were struggling with screaming in the excruciating pain of being alive and turning into the undead fell to the ground and then got up.

The fresh scent of the forest disappeared and the smell of a dull and musty corpse was filled. Evil darkness soaked the ground, and a gloomy magical energy rose.

At last, the warlocks who even changed their bodies to pure white bones lit up their blue eyes and smiled.

“Death will come to you!”

Ivan, who reached out his hand and retrieved his spear, groaned as he lightly stomped his foot to the ground.

“It’s boring.”

bang!