Chapter 245: The Aura of the Elf Hero

"Who is that?" a group of Night Elves, hidden among the trees and perched on branches, couldn't help but exclaim.

The terrifying aura seemed to belong to a fifth-tier elf, yet a fifth-tier elf had never appeared in this world. No matter how much energy accumulated, an elf could only reach the fourth tier; this was the limit for elves.

"She's wearing a mask, but that hair color and those pupils—there's no doubt she's a Night Elf!" an elf excitedly cried out. "But our tribe doesn't have such a powerful Night Elf!"

Many elves stared blankly into the distance, their minds numb.

Regardless, they were now saved, and instantly felt they had narrowly escaped death. The younger elf girls, especially Xilin, couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"That Night Elf is so beautiful!"

"The more powerful an elf is, the more beautiful they become. I've never seen such a beautiful being!"

A group of young elves was thrilled, believing a savior had arrived—an idolized hero who had descended from the sky to rescue them.

However, the expressions of the adult elves nearby were grim.

Minnie suddenly spoke, shattering their hopes: "Even if she's fifth-tier, she won't win. After all, fourth-tier elves can overwhelm her to death. By trying to save us, she'll only sacrifice her own life."

This world hadn't developed a structured combat system; everyone fought with basic physical prowess. While a fifth-tier being possessed vastly superior physical attributes like speed and strength compared to a fourth-tier, they could still be overwhelmed and killed if surrounded.

"Of course, fifth-tier dragons are an exception," Minnie continued. "Dragons are said to possess the Dragon's Roar ability—a terrifying area-of-effect sonic attack. With their immense mental power and inherent prestige, they can defeat large numbers of fourth-tier elves besieging them, impervious to encirclement. I wonder how the Feather Elf tribe, the most powerful elven tribe in the legends of this world's distant other side, managed to tame dragons."

The faces of all the elves instantly paled.

Indeed! Dragons possessed Dragon Prestige, whereas they, as ordinary elves, relied on brute force and weapons. Even if they reached the fifth-tier, without special abilities, they would still be overwhelmed and killed.

But the next second...

"Blade Cyclone."

The beautiful figure dashed through the grass, letting out a clear, low cry.

With a flick of her cloak, terrifying green leaves scattered, transforming into a swirling shower of green petals.

Chili peppers have powerful airborne dispersal. The elves who were instantly surrounded began to wail, blinded, and over twenty collapsed.

Mumu ultimately dared not kill. She didn't use her venomous ring weapon to finish them off, letting them writhe in agony on the ground. She knew that the terrifying spiciness would prevent them from getting up and recovering their combat strength for a long time.

She shed her cloak, revealing her fair, slender legs, and advanced rapidly through the forest and grassy terrain, moving like a phantom. The elf woman, wearing black beast-hide gloves and wielding a ring weapon, was truly heroic.

Even more bizarrely, wherever her feet touched the ground, the grass and flowers withered, turned yellow, and blackened, leaving a silent, chilling trail of scorched earth.

"Kill her quickly!"

Among the Wind Elves, a mature and alluring elf's face darkened. Seven stripes adorned her face, symbolizing her power. "Her cloak is all used up!" she declared.

The surrounding elves surged forward, quickly encircling her, and shouted encouragement to themselves:

"Night Elf, you're dead!"

Yumiya, with her slender physique, revealed a breathtakingly beautiful smile. Her every movement exuded an intoxicating grace. As she sprinted, she became a blur on the grass. "You are truly too naive," she declared. "The Ancient Tree of Life calls me the Night Elf Hero: Song of Shadows, a Night Elf assassin who walks in darkness and death. My entire body... is a weapon!"

Facing the elves rushing at her from all directions, she suddenly leaped up. Using her superior physical prowess, she inverted her body, bracing herself with her hands on the ground, and her fair, slender legs transformed into a rapidly spinning whirlwind.

This was a street dance move known as the Thomas Flair.

Although she had never formally learned street dance, only observed it, her current physical abilities allowed her to execute this move. At that moment, her entire body became a whirlwind, her fair, slender toes spiraling rapidly, sweeping past the noses of the encircling elves.

Boom!!!

An indescribable wave of spiciness assaulted them.

Simply through the air, the scent invaded the nostrils of every elf.

Immediately, tears and snot poured down uncontrollably, their faces flushed bright red. All the elves bent over, clutching their noses and faces, screaming in agony.

"What is this!?"

"My eyes! They burn so much, I'm going blind!"

Countless elf women began to shriek, their uncontrolled wails echoing everywhere. The searing, stinging dryness made them desperately search for water to wash their horribly swollen faces.

"This is..."

From a distance, the Night Elves were stunned.

They watched the beautiful, almost god-like Night Elf, a hero in their eyes, unleash a terrifying ability. She ignored her encirclement; enemies in her path collapsed instantly upon merely smelling her aura, without direct contact, as she pushed straight through them.

This was... Prestige?

Our Night Elf tribe... can also have Prestige?!

"Oh my goodness!"

"Does this mean our Night Elf race, upon reaching the fifth-tier, can possess Prestige like dragons?"

All the Night Elves were dumbfounded, their eyes filled with unimaginable joy.

"There's no mistake! That terrifying aura, which makes people collapse on contact—it's the legendary Dragon Prestige!" Minnie, despite her extensive knowledge, still stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "So, we elves can also have the Prestige ability!"

This overturned centuries of common understanding for the entire Night Elf tribe: that after crossing into the fifth-tier, they could possess Prestige comparable to dragons.

"It's too terrifying. From so far away, we can smell that aura; it makes us tremble with fear, exuding a scent of death, and yet it seems so familiar..."

"No way! Are you saying it's Mumu? It does resemble her, but the smell is ten thousand times stronger, and Mumu isn't even one of us elves. She's not even first-tier; how could she instantly reach the fifth-tier? No elf has ever reached that realm..."

The group of Night Elves discussed it, finding it utterly inconceivable.

This heaven-sent, mysterious Night Elf was too powerful, as if she had appeared out of thin air to save their tribe.

"It's Mumu! It's Mumu!"

At that moment, Xilin suddenly cried out.

Having spent every day with her, Xilin was more excited than anyone, confirming it was indeed the weakest little treant chef from their tribe. "It's her scent! How can you not remember? We eat it every day!"

Xilin stamped her foot in exasperation.

"Is it really her?"

The entire area fell silent.

All the elves were speechless.

Everyone trembled, gazing in disbelief at the beautiful, mysterious Night Elf, moving through her enemies. It was incredibly hard to imagine that this was the weak, comical plant chef from their tribe.

Instantly, no elf spoke another word, standing quietly in the woods, watching the terrifying battle unfold.

"She is Mumu."

Xilin clenched her fair, delicate fists, her palms drenched in sweat, though she was unaware. Her mind was a whirl of complex emotions as she recalled their first meeting: the scene where she had grabbed a deformed little treant, wildly swinging it as she ran, exclaiming, "Sister, sister, there's good food here!" and the subsequent joyful times living together in the Night Elf tribe.

"She's become so strong."

Waves of proud yet complex emotions continuously welled up within her.

No one could have imagined what methods or sacrifices the little treant chef from their tribe had made to grow to such a terrifying level in such a short time, transforming into a powerful, mysterious Night Elf to save them from their desperate situation.