欧美无砖专区一中文

The magus-level elves, who were busy looking for a way to open the Bifrost Gate, have all arrived at the lands where the Asgardians live after they lost the war against the elves more than a thousand years ago.

They flew over the gleaming, yellow plains for what felt like an eternity before they finally reached the main Asgardian continent. They were currently flying over the biggest city, the City of Asgard.

King Castian, Callan, Osgilliath, King Vizier, and Hanz quickly landed in front of the gate. Although there weren\'t many of them, they came as an uninvited guest, and thus, their presence stirred commotion and attracted the attention of Asgardians who were around there.

Callan, the former Arcadian king, was the only one out of the group who often visited this place. He walked right next to King Castian, the king of high elves and the leader of the expedition.

After a few minutes, they stopped in front of the gate leading to the castle where the high leaders of the Asgardian reside. However, before they could enter, they had to pass a few rows of houses filled with people living close to the castle.

Callan seemed unperturbed, however, he was thinking of how different the city looked from the last time he was there. There weren\'t as many citizens, most of the shops were closed, and the streets were barren. Usually, there would be a few groups of Asgardian guards patrolling the vicinity, but today, they were nowhere to be seen.

When Callan told the others, they looked around and only found young children, women, and elderly citizens. There were barely any working-age men in sight.

"I think we missed something?" Callan said, unable to stop staring back at the countless pairs of eyes looking at them. The Asgardians looked terrified, and some even asked their children to go back inside their houses before locking themselves in.

"I don\'t care, they are not our concern. We are here to bring back one Aesir Legacy. There is no need to concern ourselves with anything else," King Castian said. He was focused on his main objective.

However, right when they were about to reach the castle building, rows upon rows of guards gathered right in front of them. They each carried a sword, all pointed at the elves. It was almost funny, as they were acting like their threats would be enough to deter the powerful elves.

"Stop right there!"

Thanks to their leather and metal armor, it was clear that despite being the line of defense against the \'invadin\' powerfull elven magus, they were shaking in their boots, the clinking metal a dead giveaway of their immense fear. Even from afar, they could feel how powerful their opponents were.

Now, the braver Asgardians passing nearby stopped to watch. They all abandoned whatever activity they had to do at the moment to pay attention. They were curious about what would happen next.

"What do you all want?! Are you here for retaliation!" the guard\'s captain shouted, his lips twisted in a mad grin. From his gaze, it was clear that he had lost most of his reason. He then threw the only weapon he had towards Callan.

Callan was able to catch the weapon with one hand without much effort.

Whoosh!

Clash!

"What is he even thinking? Is he crazy?" Hanz, who was standing behind the lines, muttered to himself. He had unsheathed his blade and gripped it tight, ready to counter should the elves that launch a surprise attack.

"We came here not to fight, we came to find and talk with one of the Aesir. Please call any of them here," King Castian said without hesitation. The faster they could find a Legacy, the better.

In response, the guards looked at each other and stayed silent. They don\'t know what to do after hearing the answer from King Callan.

Time is ticking, and they could not afford to wait too long for a Legacy. King Castian raised his hand, summoning a massive thunderbolt from the still bright skies. The thunder was enough to destroy the frontmost line of the guards and make the rest disperse in fear.

Boom!

From amidst the still smoking ground, King Castian spoke

"It\'s no use asking them. It would be better if we keep going,"

With that, King Castian and the others decided to enter.

"So, I was right, something had happened here," Callan muttered. The closer he was, the more certain he felt.

There were no more interruptions, and they walked until they found the place they were looking for.

A massive, ornate gate stood in front of them. The gate looked strong and majestic, and it was almost entirely made of wood from old, perhaps long extinct trees. From the craftsmanship, it was clear the gate was made with care.

As they got closer to the gate, they heard the sounds of numerous footsteps. More guards emerged from two doors hidden somewhere next to the gates, and had now stood in a formation, ready to attack.

They all wore a complete set of armor, including headgear, and they all carried a one-meter long spear and a shield, except for the man in front of them. They were led by a Jarl and an old, bald man who walked with the aid of a wooden cane. On top of the cane, there was a decoration shaped like a human skull.

The old man only wore a simple robe, with no other protective gear on his body.

"Stop right there! This place was not for the elves to enter!" the old man stood resolute in front of the guards and shouted at the group of magus.

"Legacy!. Summon the one of your Legacy to us" King Castian answered, his pride dripping from each word. The spears pointed at him didn\'t even make him flinch.

The High Elves King appears ready to make havoc to get what he wants. "Maybe if we flatten this city, we will find one faster"