CHAPTER 10
The tattooers are still working, it is true that some of them have accepted to be tattooed, the magical ink will help me to select those who will serve as shock teams, most of them will be cannon fodder, to be fair to these humans, all of them show magical potential, so if necessary we will equip them with some offensive magic enhancers, I must admit that the spectacle of eliminating that filthy hippogriff helped us gain their trust, had it not been for that meddling spy, the formula would have taken full effect and we would have half a city of slaves ready for our tests. ... sorry they are allies now.
The night before was a contained disaster, placing a containment field in the area where we made this trap was the second great success of the night, the first was the drug, it could not fail, it was in the torches, in the food and drink, even those who accepted clothes had doses of it, however we anticipated there would be some spies so my mercenaries were alert, The interesting thing was not to find the spies of the guilds, that was to be expected as they were not amused that we took so many of their members, but a light, something as intense as only true magicians could cause, the bad thing was that it was far behind the ranks, enough to be able to escape ... ... it doesn't matter! The Elf King of this continent is me, my father won't find out.
This farce was very convenient for me, on the island I drowned, my sister was used, as it should be, because she was a fool, but I would not allow them to use me, I did not have excessive magical potential, but that allowed me to replace it with skill, I reviewed the elven magics, the powerful spells and simplified them, After three hundred years I could use high level spells without consuming practically any of the magic of my soul stones, but nothing with my strength until a year ago when the expected event allowed me to use it, to continue using it I had to use my brain, the result was the best of ideas.
When the King made his plan to return magic to us, he did not inform his people, we all expected a total explosion, to return to the continent and see giant craters instead of the cities of one of the people who abandoned us after millennia of begging for the crumbs of our magic and technology, but one day we woke up and there was our magic again, We all wanted to go out and use it, to move, to create huge waves, to do a lot of damage to those who laughed, but he stopped us, he was there, the most powerful of us, all his potential made him look like a lighthouse that morning, but I knew something was wrong, I remembered him from before, he did not have all his magic back.
So while everyone was casting spells they stopped practicing long ago, I probed my own power, I found it incomplete, yes it was beyond the limits I grew up with, however at that moment I realized I needed something useful, get out of here, or I would waste my power, as soon as I heard he needed a contingent to deploy to the continent, I had an idea, it only took me two months to develop.
Typical elven plans involved taking everything by force, our armies threw away thousands of lives before, it was never worth taking hostages, they had nothing that interested us, we could not need more slaves, but now, now those beings that lived our massacres by their own biology are dead or dying, that is why and because we need to not lose that magic we have to achieve a reuse, something that none of the elves consider, but I know exactly what I have to do.
When I explained to my father, I did not tell him that magic is lost if it is used, that is something he must not know, I chose four hundred of the young elves, the king could not be happier, all the wise men, the warriors of his armies would not come, I would pay all the money for the expedition, after telling him that I will use my troops and take a foot of continent to eliminate the existing threats, no one had anything to object, the high council was guided by the great elf king, they always did, that's why he chose them, being the only candidate for the throne there could be doubts from the others, but my father did not want to inherit, no elf does, normally we kill to receive, we live an average of a thousand years, the children are adults at two hundred, only the king has lived without being killed, but I do not want his throne, that's why I left, that's why all the stratagem.
When the humans leave in the morning with their "power tattoos" little do they know the reality of those objects, the ones that have no color and stay black is because they have very low levels, they will provide us with magic without realizing it, while they live their lives, the runes will send the magic to the containers of each recruitment center, in each city, so we can use the magic without problems, all the time, We will always have more, much more and if my old father comes he will find an army that responds to me, Hojaverde will avenge his sister with the death of a stinking aristocrat, after doing so I will direct my weapons to the elves who want magic and all those who believe me king against that bastard Darklord who following my father's orders condemned an innocent elf to hell where she is now.