Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 141 - 111 Brolan of the Autumnbreeze_1

Gaven moved his feet while firing a hail of arrows.

Although his archery wasn’t as formidable as his swordsmanship, it was still exceptional.

Warriors born as slaves usually had to be versatile; there was no other choice, it was enforced.

Often, they had no choice but to use whatever weapons they had at their disposal, and with enough practice, any weapon became an extension of their hands.

Especially on the battlefield, where weapon wear and loss were commonplace, a warrior who could only use one type of weapon was not considered qualified.

Gaven hadn’t finished his half quiver of arrows, when Aivensa’s dragon breath was ready again, and it dived down.

Both the Jackalwere archers and the Abyssal ghouls knew what to expect from the diving young dragon, and they had no desire to fight; they scrambled to avoid it frantically.

But this time, the dragon didn’t emit a strong acid breath; it unleashed a slow dragon breath instead.

The conical slow dragon breath sprayed as far as ten meters away and enveloped an even larger area, affecting at least eight or nine Jackalwere archers and Abyssal ghouls.

Some were hardy enough that they weren’t immediately affected by the slow dragon breath.

Others were slowed down on the spot, moving as if they were in slow motion.

If everyone had been affected, the effect would have been much less significant.

Instead, the uneven impact threw the already chaotic melee into further disarray.

This time, Gaven no longer targeted only the Jackalwere archers, but he aided the weaker fighters against the stronger ones, playing a game of balance on the battlefield, trying not to let one side dominate and to prolong the chaos.

Not far away, another battle was reaching its end.

Five Yaling warriors on foot were matching the cavalry and showed no signs of disadvantage, moving like gusts of autumn breeze, weaving and circling around.

They exhibited a strikingly beautiful and deadly teamwork.

Brolan of the Autumnbreeze.

These were five Yaling nobles with at least ten professional levels each.

The most significant difference between the Yaling and the Elves was their ability to resonate with the Fairy Wilderness, binding themselves to their territory and gaining unique fairy attributes. The Fairy Wilderness embodies four attributes—spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

The Yaling Nobility were naturally divided into four types—Dawn of Spring, Fire of Summer, Brolan of the Autumnbreeze, and Galeth of Frost, distinguished not by rank but by capability.

The greatest power of Brolan of the Autumnbreeze was the Autumnbreeze Protection.

Anyone within five meters of their body who wasn’t a Yaling would feel as though they had entered difficult terrain, with their speed severely reduced. This included not just cavalry but also flying creatures; the protection created an all-around, no-dead-angle magical barrier.

The five noblewomen nimbly integrated this passive ability with the Yaling’s Fairy Step, and with just advancing and retreating, they neutralized the cavalry’s fearsome charge.

When they advanced again, their Yaling Dual Blades danced like autumn leaves in the wind.

Initially, some Jackalwere archers provided support from afar, so they had to be careful and stay vigilant.

But once their rear was thoroughly thrown into chaos by Gaven, their attacks immediately sharpened, and within a few exchanges, they had slain all seven of the Cavalry of the Slaughter Fang, including their mounts, leaving not a single survivor.

Their Autumnbreeze Protection was like a divine technique for pursuit. Once targeted, escaping was almost impossible.

By the time they had cleared the way and rushed over, what remained really was like a sweeping of autumn leaves.

To say one down with each strike might be an exaggeration,

But one down with every two strikes was absolutely true.

It was as simple as slicing through fruits and vegetables.

Once they charged over, Gaven immediately hid far away, while also signaling to the young dragon not to dive recklessly anymore.

On the battlefield, it was hard to distinguish friend from foe, and a slight mishap could lead to accidental conflict.

Gaven did not want to turn a good deed into a disaster.

Fortunately, this was an interspecies war, and from start to finish, Gaven and his group had clearly identified their stance.

It did not lead to any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Of course, this was also related to the fact that the five Yaling nobles were plenty strong and confident.

Having cut down the last Abyssal Ghoul, the leading Yaling noblewoman approached Gaven with graceful steps and offered a perfect Elvish noble salute: "Stelina offers the highest gratitude to you, Mr. Gaven, for your outstretched hand of assistance. May Corellon’s blessings always enshroud you."

The Brolan noblewoman was female and appeared quite young.

But then again, whether Yaling or Elf, one should never judge their age by their appearance; they often spanned centuries.

Her voice was pleasant to the ear and speaking Elvish was like reciting poetry, yet it was clear and decisive.

Her half-masked helm concealed much of her face, but the visible features, nose and lips, indicated she was extremely beautiful, even more so with the allure of being partially hidden.

However, the skin exposed was not the snow-white common among the Yaling, but a light gray, like crystal clear, lustrous gray pearls that were smooth and tempting.

It didn’t detract from her beauty; instead, it gave her an exotic charm.

The distinct Armor of the Yaling added to her unique flair.

In Felen, Yaling Armor is second to none in terms of beauty; no one dares to claim the first spot.

They had mastered the art of openwork to perfection, even down to a single button, all crafted with the technique.

If one simply thinks that their actions were just for show, they would be sorely mistaken.

The patterns on their armor were not merely decorations but mysterious runes.

In other words, every piece of Yaling armor was Magic Armor, possessing a horrific defense power comparable to that of human plate armor.

After battling for half a day, General Stelina and her group didn’t even have a speck of dust on them, let alone bloodstains—the invisible shield of the magic armor had blocked everything.

I shouldn’t keep looking.

If I continue to scrutinize, I might start drooling, and that could lead to a huge misunderstanding.

Gaven collected his thoughts and responded in Elvish, with stern righteousness, "Gaven Nort, leader of the Blackwell Tribe, extends his greetings to you. It’s a mere coincidence that we arrived as your people were facing invasion, but even if we belonged to unrelated species and were facing evil demons, I couldn’t stand idly by. Regardless, with the abilities you great ones possess, it would’ve been no difficult feat to clean up this Jackalwere Demon Priest even without our involvement."

As Gaven evaluated the others, Yaling Nobility Stelina was also assessing this unexpected reinforcement that had fallen from the sky.

He must have Elf Bloodline, though it was not potent; he was likely young, yet he acted and spoke with an air of gravitas, and the maturity evident in his eyes was by no means common among youth.

His appearance, albeit just slightly above average among the Yaling, had an appealing distinctiveness and exuded a rare masculine vigor particular to the Yaling, especially the strong self-confidence that emanated from his bones. It gave him a unique charisma, like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath.

Of course, a person accompanied by a Young Red Copper Dragon couldn’t possibly be ordinary.

Stelina shook her head and said, "It’s not that simple. I previously sensed a powerful Undead aura that made my soul tremble. If Mr. Gaven hadn’t interrupted, we would have faced a grim battle. Regardless, Mr. Gaven must give us the opportunity to express our gratitude. Before that, we need to cleanse the remaining enemies."

"Alright, let us slay all the remaining monsters," Gaven replied. Even if they hadn’t asked him to stay, he wouldn’t have left.

He wasn’t the type to do a good deed and leave without seeking recognition.

This was an excellent opportunity to establish relations with the Yaling.

Stelina was as decisive and clear-cut in her actions as the Autumn, not wasting a word as she turned to walk away with the other four Brolans of the Autumnbreeze.

Gaven picked up his Keen Edge Longspear and quickly trotted after them.

By the time they returned to the main battlefield, the battle there was also nearing its end.

With the lack of the Jackalwere Demon Priest’s Sacrificial Array support, no further Jackalwere Zombies or Specters were being spawned on the battlefield.

Most of the troublesome Specters had been obliterated by concentrated fire from the Yaling spellcasters.

Without their disruption, the Yaling Archers regrouped, and the Druid’s Entanglement Spell once again showed its power, dragging the Jackalwere Zombies into a ranged bout.

As for the remaining Jackalweres and hyenas, they completely collapsed after the death of the Jackalwere Demon Priest, fleeing in all directions with their tails between their legs.

Gaven didn’t get a chance to touch a single Jackalwere Zombie.

The Young Red Copper Dragon, Aivensa, however, made quite an impression. Her Strong Acid Dragon Breath was incredibly effective against these unintelligent targets slowed by the Entanglement Spell.

Three rounds of Dragon Breath took down nearly a third of the Jackalwere Zombies.

Not just Aivensa felt a sense of pride; even Gaven felt honored—the air-to-ground bomber was truly effective at sweeping away the riff-raff.

With the bonds forged in battle, it was only natural that Gaven and his group were invited into Yaling Castle in the Fairy Wilderness.

Gaven was somewhat accustomed as, although he had never been to the Fairy Wilderness in his past life, he had frequented the Ether Plane and the Shadow Plane, so his experience with plane shifting was quite rich, and many things here were similar.

It was different for the Young Red Copper Dragon. Ever since entering the curtain, she acted like Lady Liu entering the Grand View Garden, gazing at everything with wide-eyed wonder.

The curtain was merely a passage.

It connected two different worlds.

On the Material Plane side, there was a small canyon surrounded by mountains.

In the Fairy Wilderness, there was a lush, verdant forest.

There were mountains here too, but just a single, tall and isolated one, reaching a thousand feet high, crystal-clear like it was sculpted from glass. More amazingly, many trees and plants rooted on it, thriving vigorously.

The only thing Aivensa didn’t quite like was the light mist that enveloped this place, rendering everything as indistinct as flowers through the fog.

While it carried a unique, hazy beauty, it felt akin to being in a dream, somewhat unreal.

Especially in the forest, the appearance of all kinds of unique Fairy creatures further intensified this feeling.

Yaling Castle was equally breathtaking.

It wasn’t just a castle but also a marvel of fine artistry.

The forest and the crystal mountain were seamlessly integrated.

Tree ladders spiraled like natural growths from the trees, and tree houses were embedded in the giant branches without a trace of construction evident.

This was a three-dimensional castle.

And it was not very welcoming to outsiders like Gaven.

This was because the design of Yaling Castle fully utilized their inherent Fairy Step ability.

Many areas required this kind of teleportation skill to traverse. Thankfully, with the Young Dragon’s help, Gaven wouldn’t have had to spend his time climbing trees.

General Stelina, holding her helmet and her elegant white hair flowing, apologized with a face that struggled to hide remorse, "We seldom have visitors of other races here, so the design has significant flaws. In a moment, I will report to the Lord to have these areas appropriately improved."

By then, Gaven had confirmed that General Stelina was not a pure-blooded Yaling but a half-breed, mixed with Dwarves Elf Bloodline.

Considering the ancient enmity between Elves (on the side of the Yaling Elves) and Dwarves Elves, Gaven could be sure that this General Stelina was a person with a story. Wisely, he did not broach any questions related to this matter.