The trip was fast, it had to be fast to catch up with that group of idiots that took my beloved, to follow them one of the wolf lords tracked the fearful figures in the Alcazar, I think no one told them that sweat could also be a scent to follow, despite the insistence of Chapatrueno to accompany me I asked him to stay with the elves, it was more important to keep them alive if this event occurs... if I fail to stop it I fear that the allies will be essential.
We cover the ground with great speed, there is no magic worth using here, my aura has recovered from the battle, but I could only move within the boundaries of the battle, something I always regret, the training I received was not to make me a good warrior, only a good defender.
The elves with their magic allow me to advance in these meadows, using my magic as a reinforcement, not to avoid running, it is for my joints to resist, the dwarves on the other hand were devoted to physical training, muscle that serves to move the fists once the magic does not define the winner, both things are useful before and more now, The wolf no longer seems surprised by the speed, but not having the spells at the ready, I must move forward, eyes focused, mouth muttering the runes, feeling a small portion of my strength regain as my magic field weakens (very little, one of the first things the dwarves taught me was not to waste magic).
Once I was able to get all the information out of Lilith, who for some reason I felt had let me down, I knew that those idiot elves were not responsible for the escape, it was more reasonable to believe that she decided to run away, my beloved has not had much attachment to me in the past, I suspect the state she is in now she will probably attack me before asking me who I am, she also stayed in the Alcazar, she said she needed to check some things, I hope the Nagas take the pieces of soul stone to her, although they did not leave the place open, they promised to go in and take those pieces out, when I left the cave the males were born and I could see an accelerated growth in them (I guess because of the abundant food they had) I hope they fertilize the eggs, because of their reproductive system they seem more like immortals to me, but they need to repopulate, at least to the genetic limit of their population.
The road is about twenty kilometers around the mountains where I found the truth behind the supposed magic that would return to the elves their power so far so good, the wolf knows that the only way to prevent this is to eliminate each and every one of those who transport my beloved, his clan is no fool, abandoned the prairies to see the risk posed by the mercenaries in their hunting grounds, for now they take refuge in the Black Forest and go out at night to hunt, The warriors they catch are usually guards or military of low ranks, they do not try to unleash hatred against their kind, but if they eliminate all their hunting for trophies and ingredients that are obtained it is to be expected that they had to get food from somewhere else, I just convinced them not to attack the peasants or anyone who could not defend themselves, it seems good to them, from what I understand they like challenges.
We arrived where we were supposed to be, the first thing that fills my senses is death, where there was a cliff wall, I can see a huge dwarven mine entrance, the dwarves, contrary to cultural beliefs, lived in labyrinthine cities, very well planned, they were all giants in construction, but nothing like this, It gives the impression of being the refuge of a king, then it dawned on me, the fortress at the back was for the screwed, bait for those who wanted to attack, this place instead was well protected and should provide a place for kings and great ones, if only it had less death at its entrance it would be something interesting to visit.
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The wolf growls, there is a very big threat, but I don't know where it is, I only know the level of it from the hair and ears stuck, I think the dead city is more dangerous than it looks, after much sniffing around the entrance, with a groan of frustration, indicates that the coffin is not there, he is traveling but can't specify where, what bothers him is not that, but that they are traveling at a speed that far exceeds ours, what we could reach ... that's not good.
The only way to know where they are going, the most probable places are the elven castle, with a history of cruelty and slavery, or the sanctuary of relics, sacred place where the elves performed their ceremonies to thank whomever they had to give them for the destruction of some city that opposed them, both destinations contain enough power to eliminate a couple of cities in less than a day, The armory is sealed and the mystical creature farms are magical but not within the realm of magic the rest of us can use, there is only one alternative left, doing this is stupid, everyone will realize that there is someone competing with them in power and no one is willing to admit that there is someone strong (even superior to them) but if I don't do it I won't know where to go.
It starts with my power, it is light, tenuous, a sphere that grows outward, with new waves I can make it grow continuously, it is not my aura itself, I would define it better as the area where it can influence that, it is a magical sensor, but as well as I detect I am detected, I push it until I feel the presence of the nagas, but I can go further than that, can't I? That was the reason I didn't show it to the elves, if I had, I would never have left this island, I would probably have been busy for the rest of my life recharging all their soul stones so they would never lack magic, the dwarves showed me how to reinforce it, like a tunnel, magic doesn't need magic in all directions, build! reinforce! The weak part is for detection, the strong part will give you support so that the magic doesn't decay, make it like a sphere, like a shield, I have reached the forest, there I see Lilith, a huge mass of raw magic and still quite uncontrollable, a black stain of Chapatrueno, The dwarf is full of revenge, but thanks to that he can use his magic freely, I doubt that there is a greater reward for him than to face all those who have been and are unjust to the defenseless people, the struggle of classes and species needed a champion, I hope he can be it.
After a few minutes my magic starts to resist, but it must be a one-way probe, even if I think I know where he is going it is foolish to risk it, finally I can feel the coastal cities, their fields look so stable and not like the eyesore I build to keep him from fleeing, but something I feel, I finally sense a slight increase, it's like rot, it has the magical equivalent of the scent of the wizard's chamber, it's moving towards the sanctuary, I have to get there at the current speed, I can't afford to waste any more magic right now, if I did I'd only be killed by what's waiting for me.
I'm about to thank my tracker when six fields hardened their capacity, apparently not only in Storm Hammer and Bloody Coin know I'm around, two powerful mages and a weak rest but they were in the way of my field discovered they're not the biggest fish in the pond, those are ego problems, they'll have to face it like grown up people, I must go to death to contain its passage so it doesn't spill all over the continent.