Chapter 2215 Harlequin <TOC> Chapter 2217 Misty Battlefield
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In the meantime, at the heart of Wind Island.
A young man, holding a harp, sits upon a throne made of clouds, occasionally strumming the strings to produce delightful sounds.
At first glance, the scene appears almost leisurely for the man, but a closer observation reveals that his expression is anything but relaxed, his brows furrowed as if he is weighed down by a multitude of sorrows.
Suddenly, his elf-like pointed ears twitch, and he stops his strumming, looking towards the mist-enshrouded doorway.
A breeze wafts through, ruffling the clouds before finally forming a vague silhouette beneath the throne.
“Sage Camus, have you come to inquire about the decision I should make?” The young man’s voice is as clear and melodious as the notes from his harp.
Before Camus can respond, he continues, “It’s difficult for me to decide, for they, just like us, were born amidst the wind…”
Camus: “Highness Gentle Wind Uranos, you must understand, they were not born in White Cloud Hamlet, and they are now our adversaries.”
Gentle Wind Uranos, seemingly oblivious to Camus’s words, remains lost in his thoughts, murmuring, “I never imagined that Little Resting Wave would actually go through with its original vow to unify all wind elemental creatures. Ah, it must have been disappointed when I refused its proposal; otherwise, it wouldn’t have left. I remember it being so small and adorable at birth, always clinging to me… In the blink of an eye, it has become capable of standing on its own. I truly am happy for it.”
Camus falls silent for a moment: “Highness, Little Resting Wave has been gone from White Cloud Hamlet for a thousand years now, and it currently reigns as Highness Hurricane. Moreover, it is now our enemy.”
Gentle Wind Uranos continues to dwell on the past, “How could such a small and adorable Little Resting Wave turn out this way? Sage Camus, I still can’t understand why Little Resting Wave would think to unify the wind domain through harming its kin. Ah… I’ve never grasped the urgency it felt from such a young age.”
Camus: “Highness, I must reiterate, it is now Hurricane Pollio, not the Little Resting Wave you speak of.”
Gentle Wind Uranos: “Even if its wish is to unify the wind domain, why did it choose to strike at White Cloud Hamlet first? Ah, I don’t wish to harm it.”
“Highness, please! Snap out of it!” Camus’s voice seems to squeeze through gritted teeth, frustration visible as his forehead begins to mark with forehead ‘waves’.
Gentle Wind Uranos is indeed gentle and admirable, but for some reason, he tends to get lost in his thoughts during conversations, straying off topic. Normally, this is manageable; one could simply spend more time explaining things to him until he comes back around. However, with a large number of foreign wind elemental creatures appearing outside Wind Island and a battle imminent, reminiscing about the past, especially about the leader of their enemies, pushes Camus to his limit.
Sage Camus’s scolding snaps Gentle Wind back to reality. He idly strums his harp, filling the air with soothing melodies.
“Sage Camus, I’ve heard you. But, Little Resting Wave… well, Hurricane Pollio hasn’t come, has it? It’s still in Stormridge, and it might not necessarily be our enemy.”
Camus exhales deeply, suppressing the urge to pry open Gentle Wind Uranos’s head, saying, “Harlequin was a strong contender for the previous generation’s Stormridge Monarch. Even if injured and diminished in strength, it remains one of the most powerful creatures in Stormridge apart from Highness Hurricane. Its decision to wage war on White Cloud Hamlet must have been under Highness Hurricane’s orders. Therefore, its actions against White Cloud Hamlet signify Highness Hurricane’s stance… Highness, please face reality. It’s no longer the Little Resting Wave born in White Cloud Hamlet; it is now Highness Stormridge.”
“Though it’s said, Hurricane Pollio should know that a single Harlequin, accompanied by over a hundred wind elemental creatures, would at most cause Wind Island some discomfort. To conquer Wind Island, even if it came personally, success wouldn’t be guaranteed. Since it hasn’t appeared, I’m inclined to believe that it’s actually Little Resting Wave from White Cloud Hamlet,” mused Gentle Wind Uranos thoughtfully.
Sage Camus gazed at the man on the throne, sighing slightly, “Regardless of what Hurricane Pollio thinks, Highness should first consider the current situation. All elemental creatures on Wind Island are awaiting Highness’s decision.”
Gentle Wind Uranos hesitated, indeed wanting to resolve the conflict peacefully, but Harlequin had already made clear the two choices of war and submission.
Submission was out of the question, as it represented not only itself but all wind elemental creatures from White Cloud Hamlet.
As for war… it was confident in victory, but it also meant an irreversible breach.
“Little Resting Wave, oh, Little Resting Wave, you’ve posed quite the challenge for me,” Gentle Wind Uranos murmured the familiar name, its figure slowly emerging in the memories which faded with a sigh, eventually disappearing completely.
“Since they’ve been called back, naturally, they will not be let down. Thus… war.”
As Gentle Wind Uranos’s words fell, a gentle strum of the harp strings ceased the leisurely notes, replaced by the overture of impending conflict.
Camus also smiled slightly, preparing to discuss the specific battle tactics with Gentle Wind Uranos.
However, at that moment, gusts of howling wind blew from outside the door.
Accompanied by streaks of cloud, Camus and Gentle Wind Uranos simultaneously received information from the defenders of Wind Island.
“A powerful wind elemental creature self-destructed? Harlequin retreated with many wind elemental creatures to the turbulent cloud sea?” Camus and Gentle Wind Uranos exchanged puzzled looks.
Undoubtedly, Harlequin’s sudden retreat was probably due to the elemental self-destruction.
But they had already recalled all but the Guardians of Wind Island from White Cloud Hamlet. If it was indeed a powerful wind elemental creature’s self-destruction, it definitely wasn’t from White Cloud Hamlet’s wind elemental creatures.
Could it be the wind elemental creatures from Stormridge? But what could have caused such a sudden self-destruction?
As they pondered, the defenders of Wind Island sent more news through the winds.
“Harlequin is suspected of having a conflict with an outsider, and the cloud sea was directly breached by violent winds?”
This news, more shocking than the last, made Gentle Wind Uranos look gravely at Camus: “Sage, this outsider seems to be a new variable. What should we do now?”
Camus was also bewildered, who in the world was this outsider? Moreover, an outsider capable of clashing with Harlequin and its large force, and even reaching a stalemate, who could it be? Even if Hurricane Pollio arrived, it would be hard to achieve this, right?
Though Camus was also in a state of confusion about the identity of the outsider, after a moment of thought, he suggested: “Highness, I think this is a good opportunity. We could take this chance to launch a surprise attack on Harlequin’s forces from behind. This could reduce our casualties significantly compared to a direct confrontation.”
Gentle Wind Uranos’s expression remained serious, but after weighing the options, agreed to Camus’s proposal: “Then let’s do that… However, with the sudden appearance of a variable, let’s hope the situation does not spiral out of control.”
With that, Gentle Wind Uranos rose from the cloud-enveloped throne, holding a harp in one hand and waving a cloak with the other, slowly transforming into an intangible wind. The vast palace was left with only the backlight illuminating the drifting mists…
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Above the turbulent cloud sea.
Feeling the towering malice from the opposite side, Toby, perched on Angel’s shoulder, suddenly cried out, its fringed wings spreading once more.
However, before Toby could flutter, Angel extended a hand to hold it back.
Angel: “Don’t go up, leave them to me and Eremy.”
Toby chirped discontentedly, pointed at Eremy with his beak, and then huffed at Angel.
“I’m not saying Eremy is better than you… I certainly know you’re great, that Big Tornado before, you solved it by yourself, didn’t you? It’s just that Eremy is more suited to deal with groups, and you dealing with so many wind elemental creatures, will relatively tire you out more. After all, Eremy can also absorb the surrounding wind’s power to recover, but you can’t, this isn’t a gap in strength, it’s that the battle environment is more suited for it,” Angel consoled.
Toby’s little eyes flickered with thought.
“Moreover, if both me and Eremy leave, who will protect the Gondola? Without Eremy’s wind barrier, to keep the Gondola balanced amidst the hurricane, only you can do it. Your cultivation of gravity lines is much stronger than mine.” Angel winked at Toby, persuading in a gentle tone, “Also, you wouldn’t want your newly changed clothes to get torn again, right?”
Dangros’s eyes also lit up: “Yeah, we still need Lord Toby’s protection. And this ship, such a beautiful ship, if it gets smashed here, Mr. Pat would also be very sad, right?”
Toby glanced at Dangros, then looked at his tassel-adorned new clothes, and finally nodded, lightly flying to the bow of the ship, where a gray mist transferred from its claws into the Gondola.
With the coverage of gravity lines over the Gondola, the outside wild hurricane could no longer cause any deviation to the Gondola.
After Toby did all this, he chirped, waving his wings at Angel.
Angel: “Don’t worry, I won’t have any problems.”
As these words fell, Angel glanced at Eremy, who was standing beside him at some point, and stepped out of the Gondola’s protective barrier together.
The moment they stepped out of the Gondola, Eremy dived into Angel’s shadow, and Angel’s surroundings were enveloped in the same gray mist as Toby, his figure flashed, appearing outside the black cloud.
At this point, they were less than two miles from Harlequin.
Floating here, Angel could clearly see that Harlequin’s size was even more colossal than the Big Tornado.
Harlequin’s form was like a half-human covered in black spots, its waist and below were swirling black fierce storms, and its upper body was full of dense black vortexes, looking like black spots.
Harlequin also looked at the incoming persons, it originally wanted to hear what the outsiders had to say, to gain some more information, but unexpectedly, this intruder didn’t say anything, directly facing all the wind elemental creatures’ hatred, charging forward, and his fighting spirit was rapidly rising.
“If that’s the case, then I’ll directly send you to the grave!” Harlequin roared: “Elmhurst, watch how I tear them to shreds!”
After Harlequin roared, its morale also heightened. The group of dark, wind elemental creatures behind it also began to display frenzied battle thoughts.
Boom——
Harlequin clenched its fist and threw a punch directly at Angel, who was several kilometers away.
Even if Harlequin was gigantic, its fist couldn’t possibly reach Angel, but though the fist couldn’t touch, the huge whirlwind created by the swinging of the fist, was like a cannonball, shooting straight over.
Harlequin just waved casually, but combined with the wind element boost from the stormy sea of clouds, the power was astonishingly increased to an unbelievable extent.
Even with Angel’s current physical body, to hard catch it, would definitely result in considerable injury.
Angel glanced at the two huge “cannonballs” coming at him, lightly shifted his step, his figure had already left the range of the whirlwind.
Although he temporarily dodged a strike, Harlequin did not let up, more whirlwinds, like a sky full of black pythons, opened their fanged mouths, trying to swallow Angel alive.
Angel, amidst his continual dodging, also observed the path of the whirlwinds.
He could sense that although Harlequin kept releasing whirlwinds, making them seem omnipresent, there was distinctly one direction where no whirlwinds were released.
It was precisely the location of the Gondola.
The reason Angel had not attacked was also to see what attitude Harlequin would take towards the distant Gondola. Only after confirming the opponent’s attitude would he consider a corresponding counterattack.
So far, it seemed that Harlequin’s attacks indeed deliberately avoided the Gondola.
Perhaps it was because the Gondola was full of elemental sprites, or perhaps because the Gondola had the silver-white flying fish, Feyvat.
Whatever the reason, at least Angel was somewhat relieved that Harlequin had not gone mad enough to want to exterminate all elemental sprites.
Moreover, Harlequin knew that merely releasing whirlwinds was futile against Angel. The reason for its continuous release was actually to drive Angel to a battlefield where the wind element was more concentrated, which would not only strengthen itself but also avoid harming the Gondola by mistake.
Harlequin’s goal coincided with what Angel sought.
Although the wind element could strengthen Harlequin, similarly, it could make Eremy unbeatable.
Thus, Angel complied with Harlequin’s wish.
His figure flickered consecutively, eventually arriving at a battlefield where fierce winds howled.
When Angel reached this area, Harlequin indeed stopped the whirlwinds and instead arranged for the majority of wind elemental creatures to come to the battlefield with it. At the same time, it sent a wind elemental creature towards the Gondola to retrieve Feyvat.
Angel glanced at the wind elemental creature heading towards the Gondola but was not overly worried.
With Toby there, it would be unable to succeed.
What Angel was more concerned about was the battlefield at hand.