Dark Redemption of Elf

"Stop!" A voice with a commanding tone reached the ears of the four mercenaries who were running frantically for their lives.

The four mercenaries immediately stopped and looked at the mercenaries in front.

"What did you find that made you so panicked?" Madiffen looked down upon the four of them, as if he were looking at four wild dogs that had fled.

He really looked down on these mercenaries who turned into a ball of scattered sand whenever they encountered a strong enemy. They were nothing like an army. Even if they encountered a strong 7th level warrior, as long as the number of troops was large enough, they would dare to move forward bravely.

Looking at the more than thirty colleagues with serious expressions, the leading mercenary Tex stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "A necromancer appeared in front, and he is the controller of the undead dragon."

"Necromancer? What level of strength?"

"...Level 5" the mercenary was silent for a while before replying.

He did not tell the true strength of the Necromancer, but greatly suppressed its strength, because Madiffen's eyes made him feel very unhappy...a look that looked at trash, especially the black-haired and black-eyed man they had passed just now. The woman's taunting, saying that she would kill them if they didn't get out quickly, really made him feel a fire in his heart with nowhere to release it. They mercenaries also have dignity.

"I've scared you like this when you're only at the fifth level. Are you really the third level?" Madiffen said arrogantly.

"The Necromancer is not far ahead. If you are late, he may have run away, taking the Undead Dragon with him." Tex turned his head and pointed in the direction of the cave.

Madiffen snorted coldly and ordered: "Lead us the way."

"What!? Impossible, we will never go back again." The four mercenaries shook their heads repeatedly. They would never face the undead mage again. The fear of undead magic has been deeply imprinted in their minds.

"Don't want to go back? Then do you want to die?" Madiffen's eyes showed a hint of joking.

The four of them took a step back at the same time, only to find that the four of them had been surrounded by more than thirty mercenaries at some point.

"Okay, let's lead the way." Tex gritted his teeth and agreed. There was no other way. In this wild jungle, only strength has the final say.

........

Ravel fell to his knees at this time, tears streaming down his face, and sobbing softly.

"I'm sorry, I should have gone back... I should have gone back..."

"Ravel, what's wrong?" A gentle voice came into his ears.

8-year-old Ravel raised his head and looked at his mother, Navela, a pure forest elf with hazy eyes.

There were two lines of tears on Ravel's delicate face, and he said softly: "They bullied me again."

When he was a child, Ravel looked a little thin and couldn't beat the human children in the same village. Especially because his ears are a bit pointier than normal people, which makes everyone point at him.

"...Why are you fighting?" His mother gently wiped away Ravel's tears and said softly.

"They scolded you, saying that you often don't leave the house and live in such a remote location. You must be someone who... brings harm to their village."

"What is it?"

Ravel hesitated and said hesitantly: "Old... old witch, my mother is obviously so beautiful."

Navela sighed deeply: "Did you do it first?"

Ravel nodded sheepishly, and then defended himself: "Yes, it was just them who cursed first, so I hit them."

"Remember from now on, don't hit anyone."

Ravel looked at his mother in confusion. In his impression, his mother was always so gentle: "But they are scolding mom... and me, and I will not scold me back."

"Then live in peace with them. I believe they will definitely change their minds about you."

"Oh" Ravel lowered his head. He had scolded others a few times before, and his mother immediately told him not to curse, and now he was not allowed to hit anyone. So what should he do when others scold him or hit him? Should he just tolerate it...

"Mom, I want to go back to the Flower Language Forest. The people there are much better than here. At least they won't curse or hit people."

His mother took him to the Flower Forest once before, and he lived there for a while. The people there had pointed ears, green eyes and hair, and were very gentle and kind-hearted.

The children of the same age there also looked at his blue eyes and ears curiously, and treated him sincerely, asking if they would give him some delicious food... but the adults always frowned when they looked at him.

In the end, his mother took him out of the Flower Forest. He asked why, but Navela just smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying that he would know it later.

Navela sighed again, with a trace of nostalgia in his green eyes: "Really? Indeed, the people there, elves should be said, are much better than the humans here."

"Elf? Is he the same elf as his mother?" Ravel looked at his mother's pointed ears and touched his own ears.

"Yes, if you want to go to the Flower Forest, you may be able to go when you become a kind human being in the future."

A year ago, he and his mother moved to this remote rural village, but he always couldn't get along with the children around him. His mother always taught him not to fight or curse, and to be friendly to everyone around him. But which child in the countryside is not the kind who has a very lively and playful personality?

They often scratched Ravel's ears, and he endured the pain. Seeing his handsome face, they called him a sissy, scolded him but he didn't dare to reply, thinking he was cowardly, and others thought he was doing it for sharing delicious food. To please them, everyone looked down on Ravel even more.

His mother also found it hard to show up in public, and she had no adults to help her when she was bullied. He didn't dare to ask who his father was, because he had asked once before, and Navela's face turned very pale as if he had been hit by something.

Navela sighed and said softly: "Let's do this. I'll teach you magic so that you can protect yourself."

"Magic!? Is it the kind of magic that grows green vines?" Ravel had seen other elves casting magic in the Flower Forest, and he was very attracted to this kind of magic at that time.

"Yes, but you have to promise me something, otherwise I won't teach you magic," Navela continued.

"No matter what, I promise," Ravel affirmed.

"Then you promise mother that after you learn magic well, you won't bully the weak. Magic is used to protect yourself."

"Bullying the weak? Does the weak include Gouzi and the others?"

"yes"

"Okay, I promise you"

His mother smiled slightly, and Ravel will never forget that smile...

In the days that followed, Ravel spent most of his time learning magic from his mother, while also alienating himself from his peers.

Finally, when he became a first-level low-level magician, Ravel walked out of the room happily. This time he was full of confidence in himself, like a child who got a fun toy and couldn't help but show off to the people in the same village.

"Hey, Ravel, I finally gave up and stopped accompanying your old witch mother." The strange voice of the dog reached Ravel's ears, instantly extinguishing the excitement in his heart.

"Haha, the two of them must have been doing something shameful these past few months."

"Yeah, yeah, ignore him, let him stay alone, no, let him stay with the old witch, haha"

"Don't stay in our village. Get out of here... Outsiders, you are not valued here."

Every word was like a knife, piercing Ravel's heart. A sense of suffocation surged into his brain, making him feel dizzy... Why do you want to speculate so maliciously on him and Navela, when they clearly did nothing to apologize to you? Things, obviously I have never scolded anyone, obviously I just want to get along with you on friendly terms, why...

After a while, Ravel came back to his senses and ignored the people who were still mocking him. With a heavy gloom in his eyes, he turned around and walked towards his cabin alone.

"Haha, I went to do something shameful again."

"Go away, leave this place..."

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"What's wrong Ravel? Why are you back so early? How are you getting along with them?" Navela asked softly as soon as he entered the door.

"It's nothing, they all went to work in the fields today and didn't have time to watch my performance," Ravel said to Navela with a sunny smile. He didn't want to make his mother sigh...

Three more years later, Ravel successfully advanced to the second level wood magician. He no longer played with other children, and others ignored him, but always liked to laugh at him behind his back. Sometimes if Ravel heard this, he would just frown and walk away silently.

This made others mock him more blatantly, and even insult his mother from time to time, which made him want to hang these annoying children with vines several times.

But when he thought of his mother's gentle face, he held back. He promised his mother that he would not bully these weak children. Moreover, he has been completely disappointed with these humans. He wants to be the kind human being that Navela calls him, and he wants to one day enter the Flower Language Forest, where there is a paradise-like existence.

Suddenly one day, a group of children came to his door and said they wanted to lift the old witch's veil.

"Tear down the door and tear down this wooden house."

"Old witch, old witch, kill the old witch"

Hearing the noise outside, Navela frowned slightly and asked Ravel who was meditating: "What's wrong with them? Have you discovered any conflicts recently?"

"No, we have been getting along very happily recently," Ravel stopped meditating and said expressionlessly, but his heart was full of hatred.

In the past few years, he had always tolerated them blindly, but they had pushed them further, and now they had made trouble at his door. Now he couldn't bear it.

"Mother, let me go and 'explain' it to them," Ravel said lightly, walking towards the door with a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Remember not to use magic," Navila reminded kindly.

Ravel stopped and gritted his teeth, the killing intent in his eyes gradually fading away.

"Stop, what are you going to do?" Ravel pushed open the door and shouted. He had not spoken so loudly in many years.

Many children were slightly stunned by the roar, but they recovered immediately

Gouzi had a disdainful smile on his face: "Hey, the old witch's son finally came out."

"Are they doing witchcraft to make people's ears grow longer?" a child said with a playful smile.

"Isn't the old witch full of wrinkles? Hey, she's still wearing a veil?"

"Please... leave here." Ravel's face was ashen, but he still controlled the politeness of his words. His mother was watching from behind.

"We will leave if you tell us to leave. Who do you think you are?"

"Haha, you think you are a noble? Oh, you are a beggar with no place to live."

Ravel felt his hands shaking abnormally, his green eyes flashing with tears of humiliation, and he was finally on the verge of bursting out.

His mother's gentle voice without a trace of impurity reached his ears, instantly pulling Ravel back from the edge of rage: "So you just want to see my face, just show it to you."

I saw the wooden door slowly opening, and a familiar figure was behind it. The children held their breaths as the 'old witch' finally appeared.

Navela slowly took off her veil, and her fairy-like face made all the children take a breath. There was no wrinkle on the elf's delicate face, and her green eyes were extremely clear. She looked at them peacefully, as if I didn't hear the insulting words they just said.

"so beautiful"

"Yes, she is more beautiful than my sister."

The children's exclamations made Ravel's frown gradually slow down. Yes, in his eyes, his mother was indeed the most beautiful.

"Now that we have seen it, shouldn't you go home and study hard?" Navela put on the veil again to cover her beautiful face.

The children were too embarrassed to continue asking, so they all scratched their heads and left.

"Ravel, look, they are just children, and their nature is not too bad. Try to get along with them in a friendly manner in the future." The gentle voice came again.

Ravel nodded, with a smile on his face.