A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 588 The War Begins

Upon hearing this, many of the monks were immediately taken aback.

They really didn't expect Jiang Shuzhou to make such a decision.

You should know that Jiang Shuzhou is now practically the local emperor of the entire Mage Alliance. Except for legendary mages, everyone else has to obey his orders.

Jiang Shuzhou can even influence the decisions of legendary mages to some extent. After all, he is too strong, and as long as he doesn't harm the interests of too many others, everyone is willing to befriend him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Shuzhou has now chosen to step down as a guardian, giving up this readily available power.

"are you serious?"

Napamela couldn't help but ask.

The other monks did the same, all looking at Jiang Shuzhou, hoping to get his answer.

"Of course, how could that be fake?"

Jiang Shuzhou said quite naturally.

Now, all the mages fell silent.

Honestly, if they had such great power, would they choose to withdraw like Jiang Shuzhou?

It will be difficult, and they may even go to great lengths to maintain this position.

After all, under Jiang Shuzhou's series of reforms, the power of the Guardians has been increased to a certain extent.

Of course, to reach Jiang Shuzhou's level, one's own strength goes without saying; it absolutely cannot be weak.

If you are weak, you will not be able to win the support of the people, and naturally you will not be able to seize power.

Of course, part of the reason Jiang Shuzhou did this was because he had to manage the huge mess of the Soth Academy and simply didn't have time to deal with the Alliance's trivial matters.

So naturally, he chose to give up his position in the Mage Alliance.

After all, working in the league is a side job, while working at the South Society is the main job.

As long as Soth Academy develops well, that's fine. The alliance doesn't belong to Jiang Shuzhou.

"But if you leave, who can take on this great responsibility?"

A legend asked.

"I don't know about that. You can choose for yourselves. I'll focus on fighting the elves. You can handle the rest yourselves."

Jiang Shuzhou waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

The moment these words were spoken, the room fell silent, then suddenly erupted into a chorus of discussion.

"I think I can give it a try."

"What? You have so many research findings? You're just going to give it a try?"

"Gentlemen, listen to me..."

It's just that the mood is right; everyone is focused on the Alliance's Guardian election, and the elves aren't as concerned about it.

Elves? What are those? Since someone has already offered to help, it doesn't matter.

With this mindset in mind, the monks began round after round of debates.

Everyone wants to be one, but they don't want anyone else to be one.

This situation will continue for a long time until several legendary mages form a united front for mutual benefit, at which point it will come to an end.

Jiang Shuzhou smiled slightly as he looked at the mages who had already begun arguing.

That's his strategy.

As long as they are presented with something of profit, these mages will surely choose to temporarily ignore Jiang Shuzhou's war against the elves.

After all, who would want to fight a war that offers little benefit, requires effort, and doesn't even guarantee victory?

Of course, we should avoid fighting if possible, in case we suffer a loss.

Of course, Jiang Shuzhou was different. He knew the inside story, and he needed the Elf World Tree of the Elf race, so naturally he would go all out and use every means at his disposal.

Seeing that the conflict had begun, Jiang Shuzhou left with peace of mind.

With Jiang Shuzhou's departure, an even grander war began.

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In the Elf Kingdom.

"How exactly did he find out?"

This is the question that has haunted all the legends of the Elves.

They believed they had kept their deception perfectly secret and that no one would know they were cooperating with the gods.

However, this was originally top secret, but now it has been discovered by Jiang Shuzhou.

What on earth is going on? Could there be a traitor within our ranks?

Thinking this through, Thranduil and Finrod became increasingly convinced that there was a traitor within the Elven race.

Unfortunately, none of them knew who the traitor was.

There's nothing they can do now but test it little by little.

If Jiang Shuzhou knew that his fabricated reasons had caused panic throughout the entire Elf race, I wonder what he would think.

In reality, Jiang Shuzhou only had speculations about this matter and had no concrete evidence whatsoever.

But in this situation, what kind of evidence is needed?

If you want to add a crime, why don't you have any trouble?

If he needed evidence, couldn't Jiang Shuzhou just make one up?

If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear.

If the elves could truly withstand scrutiny, why would they be afraid of these things?

All we can say is that they brought this upon themselves.

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"How is the situation?"

Jiang Shuzhou stood atop the central mage tower in Ideal City, gazing down into the distance.

At this point, Ideal City had entered the Astral Plane and was heading towards the Elven plane, "Golden Forest".

"The elven race in the Golden Forest plane is launching a severe counterattack, with several legendary figures in command, and they also have the Enchanted Lock. It will be difficult for us to break through them in a short time."

"That's what the staff officer said."

Jiang Shuzhou simply nodded in response.

"Alright, since these elves are so ungrateful, it seems we should give them a good talking to."

Jiang Shuzhou smiled and then said.

"You mean...?"

"Isn't there the Twisted Dream Plague? Give them a can and they'll know they're wrong."

Upon hearing this, the staff officer's face turned somewhat pale.

"Are you sure you want to use it, Your Majesty? That's..."

"Say one more word, and I'll send you to the front lines!"

The staff officer fell silent.

Following Jiang Shuzhou's command, a cannonball loaded with the Twisted Dream Plague was fired into the Golden Forest plane.

Soon, the forest will change color.

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Early morning, another new day begins.

In the Golden Forest, the elf Angrod awoke from his slumber.

For some reason, he, who never dreamed when he slept, started dreaming this time.

In his dream, it seemed that some monster was chasing him. The monster was covered in blood and was not elegant at all.

Shaking his head, Angrod headed to the art gallery.

Normally, this place is bustling with people, but recently something happened that left the art gallery completely empty, as if everyone had suddenly stopped caring about art.

"That's really great, this sculpture is really great!"

As Angrod hummed a song, he leisurely sculpted the statue with clay.

I don't know why, but this clay is particularly difficult to use. Sometimes it just won't stick to other clays and it just won't blend no matter what I do.

Having no other choice, he could only use magic to blend the mud together.

Now, the clay, which was not yet compatible, became much easier to shape.

I don't know why, but the other people seem to be a bit far away from him?

Never mind, it's better to pursue art. Let others look on; they're all just jealous people anyway.