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Added 2025-08-15 08:09:09 +0000 UTCThe Witcher: The last King of the elves
Chapter 23 – Power
The race of elves in different worlds was not among the most powerful; they were by no means considered the lords of those planets that existed across the lines of time.
Thranduil, with his inherited knowledge, knew that of all those worlds, his own was one of those in decline.
Elves were hunted for their beauty, considered pearls by humans. In every reality, elves were desired by those wicked humans.
Even demons, who were rarely a race powerful enough to worry about, had as their first objective the extermination of the elven race.
The reason?
Elves were very powerful. Their gift of immortality granted them incredible potential for magic. Compared to humans, elves with millennia of experience were almost like gods.
That is why, at the slightest opportunity that other races had against them, they would take immediate action to attack.
Thranduil would dominate this world, he would do things very differently from humans, and he would make sure to cleanse the evil that harmed nature.
“Magic…” Thranduil felt his magic evolving.
The bloodline that had awakened in his body thanks to the help of the World Tree was granting him impressive powers, but it was not enough. Not for someone like Thranduil, who was fighting against the clock.
As the last king of the elves in this world, he needed to improve his abilities much faster, and that was what he had to do now.
But first, he had to fulfill the mission entrusted to him, which was to continue killing monsters.
“I’m afraid there aren’t that many high-level monsters in all the ruins of the city center, even if we count the undead that appear at night.”
“This mission will have to wait until I have cleared the entire inner city and marched toward the outer city.”
As far as Thranduil was concerned, this mission was very simple. “There are plenty of high-level monsters in the outskirts of the city!”
Thranduil took something from his spatial belt, which turned out to be a magic book that emitted a faint red light.
This was what he had discovered earlier in the ruins.
The inner pages of the magic book were relatively intact. It recorded a variety of fire magic, from common mages to extraordinary ones, and even a forbidden spell.
The four types of fire magic he had mastered, he had also learned from this magic book. “Now, my magic has risen to new heights, so I’ll be able to learn even more kinds of magic.”
He opened the thick magic book, found the inner page that recorded king-level magic, and merged his own spiritual consciousness into it.
In an instant, his spiritual consciousness entered a space engulfed in flames.
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The awakening of the ancient bloodline granted Thranduil new abilities, things he had been unable to do before.
One of them was immersing his consciousness in a world engulfed in flames. Here, he could master his magic, practice, and discover what he was capable of.
When Thranduil opened his eyes again, he realized it was daytime.
Except for a team of elven hunters guarding nearby, all the other elves had gone out to hunt.
“Time flies!” Thranduil slowly closed the magic book in his hand. Several hours of contemplation had not allowed him to master the magic he was studying; he only grasped the basics.
If nothing unexpected happened...
It would take him at least two weeks to master the magic at the level he was studying, and that was because he was a sun elf with extraordinary talent for fire magic.
If it had been an ordinary mage, it would have taken at least several years, or even decades.
“Two weeks… not fast enough.” Thranduil was not satisfied with this pace of growth.
Enemies were knocking at their doors, so he had to rise—and he had to do it much faster.
At that moment, a sudden system voice sounded.
“[…
The host can consume energy crystals to quickly learn various skills. Mastering a king-level magic only requires consuming 5000 magic crystals.]”
Does this kind of external assistance really have such a capability?
Thranduil was deeply confused.