This is a concealing technique unique to the Elf Race.

Favored by nature itself, they can almost perfectly hide themselves using this magic.

Within the Lime Mountain Range.

Herag was guarding the shadow altar, sitting beside it with eyes closed in meditation and rest.

Every shadow altar needs someone to guard it continuously.

The three of them took turns, with one guarding each night, and today it was Herag's turn.

The materials to build the altar are not unlimited, and the materials themselves are very expensive.

Therefore, every altar is important and must be well-guarded.

If any altar is lost, the three of them, including Herag, would definitely be held accountable.

If an altar is lost, they most likely won't pass the evaluation at Base 27.

As nightfall descended, the entire mountain range was shrouded in deep darkness.

Distant stars shone, illuminating the entire valley with a scattered brilliance.

However, at this moment, the valley was exceptionally silent, with only the occasional low growl of an ancient beast, sending a chill down one's spine.

Above the peaks, the glowing twilight gradually disappeared, replaced by hazy moonlight, which just perfectly outlined the mountain range, making it appear eerie and mysterious.

The deep valleys and cliffs between the peaks blocked most of the moonlight, allowing only sporadic light to fall on the wind-eroded steep cliffs, making them look even more bizarre.

Suddenly, faint footsteps sounded between the peaks.

Before long, a small demon appeared in the moonlight.

Its eyes glowed like green flames, and on its flat head were a pair of short, thin wings. It carelessly opened its mouth and spat out a blob of green poison mist, engulfing its feet, as it carefully crawled along the cliff.

Soon after, more demons appeared. Large beasts with thick, rough fur bared their sharp fangs, eyes fierce and wild.

There were also reptilian demons with highly flexible bodies, incredibly tough, seemingly tireless.

They roamed among the mountains, or spread their magical wings to soar high. The number of demons in this mountain range was quite large, with a great variety of species.

These demons wandered throughout the mountain range, spreading everywhere.

Milanla was the temporary leader of this small elf team; upon entering the Lime Mountain Range, they felt a chill at the sight of the demons within.

With so many demons, if they charged out, it would likely cost them dearly to fend them off.

Milanla exchanged glances with the others, seeing in their eyes a shared determination to destroy the altars.

Lu Qiao was right; they absolutely could not allow these wizards time to amass power.

They carefully advanced within the Lime Mountain Range, skirting around the demons along the way.

Milanla and the others did not want to alarm these demons so quickly.

First, they needed to confirm the location of the altars, and then destroy those they discovered.

The group wandered for a while at the entrance of the Lime Mountain Range and discovered four or five altars.

"So many, but there are only six of us."

Milanla found the number of altars far exceeded his imagination, and these were only the altars found on the periphery of the mountain range; there were certainly more inside.

Each altar was guarded by one or two people below them, and they had only six people total.

After pondering for a moment, Milanla said: "We will split into pairs to act separately and destroy these three altars. Once successful, leave immediately without lingering. If it appears unattainable, retreat instantly."

Their mission was merely to try to destroy the altars; completion was not mandatory.

Preserving their lives was the more important task, as they were already short on manpower.

If any more died, they would be further disadvantaged.

The others had no objections, nodding in agreement as they divided into two-person groups to act.

They came from three different tribes, so they naturally grouped with members of their own tribe.

After the other two groups left, Milanla looked toward a distant altar, faintly seeing someone below it.

Some demons wandered around the altar, but no other wizards were in sight.

Milanla continued maintaining his concealed state, advancing stealthily.

They intended to strike the opponent by surprise.

He was confident in his Elf Race's concealing technique.

...

Herag had been meditating with closed eyes when he suddenly sensed two people approaching from afar.

Upon inspecting through the Shenlan environment, he found it was two members of the Elf Race, judging by their aura to be at the Crystalization Wizard's level.

Herag didn't shout out, but quietly raised his hand to speak into the bracelet, "Mr. Kane, I've observed two Crystalization level elves heading this way, with the shadow altar likely their target. I suspect it's not just these two; there are probably elves infiltrating from other directions as well."

Kane immediately replied, "Hold your ground and try to protect the altar; we're coming to reinforce."

After reporting the information, Herag stood and stretched lazily.

Then.

"Absolute Defense!"

"Blood Python's Fury!"

...

A moment later, a giant clad in black armor was standing near the altar, slowly patrolling around.

"Did we get discovered?" When Herag cast the spell, Milanla was startled, fearing he had been exposed.

But seeing Herag merely patrolling around, appearing unaware of his position, he sighed in relief.

"Initial Stage… Middle-tier Caster aura? But seems to have very strong physical power." Milanla quickly evaluated Herag's abilities.

Feeling assured, he began to mobilize magic power, ready to strike.

When they were only ten meters away from Herag, Milanla and his tribesman acted, with an array appearing in front of them, launching two thick green vines straight at Herag's head and chest.

At this time, Herag had his back to them, seemingly completely unaware of the movement behind him as he walked forward.

Milanla and his tribesman fixated on the two vines, as if already seeing the scene of Herag's head being smashed.

But, the vines hit nothing.

Herag had disappeared.

Milanla was alarmed, sure that he couldn't have fallen into an illusion.

Also, a ripple of magic power had just emerged from where Herag was, indicating that he used some sort of magic to evade the attack.

A rustle in the wind came from behind.

Milanla didn't look back, reciting several syllables as a wall of green vines rose to block Herag's fist.

Bang!

The vine wall collided with Herag's fist, issuing a deep thud.

Milanla and his companion quickly retreated, putting distance between themselves and Herag.

They clearly saw that Herag was a wizard who excelled at close combat, so keeping a distance was definitely wise.

As the vine wall disappeared, it revealed Herag's robust figure.

He glanced at the two elves distancing themselves, grinning as he took out a wooden longbow from his space ring, then aimed at Milanla and his companion.

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