The God of Light in the Marvel Universe

According to Carlos's information, the magic power in this world is very abundant and pure, and requires little refining to be used as the energy source for spells.

However, Frey was still wary of external energy, and only ingested slowly and in small amounts to maintain his own magic power.

He had seen the appearance of elves after being corroded by alien energy, which left him with lingering fears at a young age.

"If possible, I would like to ask for information about our enemies this time."

Holding Carlos' hand, Frey asked the leader of the soldiers.

I have to say that in this world, the abilities of soldiers are really weak.

Among the elven guards that can be seen in Alfheim, any one chosen at random is an elite with thousands of years of combat experience. Not only is their physical fitness far superior to these ordinary humans, but they can also use most of the magic.

After all, humans are just short-lived species with a lifespan of less than 100 years, while elves take hundreds of years from birth to adulthood. Even with the power of time, it would take tens of thousands of years for an elf to die naturally.

In 1 years, even [-]% of the time spent on training is enough to become a skilled warrior.

Although he had this comparison in his heart, Frey did not mean to look down on these humans.

The firm determination shown by humans who are willing to protect their homeland is what Frey has always longed to possess.

When will I be as strong as these ordinary humans?

Maybe they will laugh at my weakness?

A dark-skinned warrior immediately answered after hearing Frey's question: "Your Highness, our enemy is the mythical monster Uridim. This monster has a strong body and sharp claws, and moves very fast. It’s very fast and looks like an angry lion. Normally we need at least three people to fight this monster. If we want to ensure that we kill the opponent, we need at least five people.”

"If there is only one person, it is better to run away, because facing such a monster alone will only lead to death." The soldier tightly grasped the spear in his hand and explained to Frey.

"The monsters that appear in small groups are very easy to deal with. A few teams can annihilate them. However, there are at least hundreds of Uridim encountered in our position at present, which causes too much pressure on the front of our position."

Imagining the appearance of the monster based on the soldier's description, Frey thought about whether his knowledge could be put to use.

"What about traps? Can making a large number of traps reduce the number of Warcraft?" Frey tried to ask.

"We tried, but these monsters are very cunning and will even send a small number of monsters to dismantle the trap. This doesn't work." The soldier looked regretful.

"Your Highness, our mission is to delay the advance of the monsters and buy time for the construction of the city wall defense system in the rear." The soldier said this with determination on his face.

"Behind us is Uruk! Here are our cities and people! As long as Uruk still exists, our sacrifices are meaningful!"

Clenching the hilt of the sword at his waist, Frey was somewhat envious of the other party's determination.

The other party's will, the other party's determination, and the fearlessness of death were all things that he had not noticed before.

Raising his head and looking at the scorching sun above his head, Frey suddenly calmed down.

The hand holding the sword no longer trembles, and there is direction in my heart.

…………

Before dark, Frey and his party finally arrived at the garrison camp located on the edge of Uruk's jurisdiction.

Before them, a force had been ordered to come to support.

The arrival of the prince boosted the morale of the soldiers. Although this was a misunderstanding, Frey would not say any more clarifying words to lower morale.

Before nightfall, Frey also participated in a small welcome party spontaneously held by the soldiers, and tasted a drink called [wine] for the first time.

It is spicy and bitter, with the smell of food. Drinking too much will make people feel dizzy.

"General, please use me as a combat force for the next defense."

In the small tent, Frey held his sword and asked to join the battle.

The general in the camp saw that he looked too young, so he only planned to protect him in the camp as a mascot, not wanting 'His Royal Highness' to face danger.

The young elf has fair skin and a tall figure. Although he seems to be relatively tall among human children, his slender limbs compared to humans make people doubt whether this elf boy can hold a sword.

The sharp fangs of Warcraft don’t care whether you are different from other people. Maybe the meat of elves will taste more delicious to them...

Wearing armor that was a bit exaggerated in the eyes of the general, Frey felt a bit slighted.

It's not as good as it was said to be!

He's here to join the fight, here to find answers, not be protected and be a coward.

This made him a little angry.

"Your Highness, World of Warcraft is very dangerous. If it is not necessary, our elite soldiers will deal with those monsters. There is no need for you to go to the battlefield in person." The general said tactfully.

"If you are injured or killed on the battlefield, this will be a devastating blow to our morale..."

"and many more……"

Frey suddenly interrupted the general's persuasion rudely.

"My magic power perception has discovered that dozens of powerful magic power sources are rapidly approaching here. They are very likely to be Warcraft!"

As he spoke, Frey opened his wrist guard and used the projection magic on the wrist guard to show the perceived source of magic to the general.

"Relying on the woodland as cover to launch a night attack? I probably understand."

The serious-looking general began to react quickly, constantly calling the soldiers guarding the door to issue defensive orders.

"Your Highness the Prince." The heavily armed general pulled out his long hair

"I'm here."

"Please ensure your own safety. If we cannot hold on, please ride the Pegasus back to the next line of defense and notify them in advance."

Looking at the general's firm eyes, Frey nodded with difficulty.

Following the general, he quickly walked out of the tent to the defense line at the edge of the camp. Frey took off the bow from his back.

In this backward era, humans cannot clearly see the area shrouded in darkness.

But he can.

Elves possess extremely high night vision and long-range vision. Even if those monsters are hiding in the dark woodland shrouded in night, Frey can still clearly see their red hair.

"I can see the monsters hiding in the darkness. Please order the archers to shoot in the direction I am shooting."

After seeing the general's nod, Frey walked to the edge of the camp, bent his bow and nocked an arrow.

The magic power in the surrounding environment was extracted, and under the control of Frey's will, the white arrows on the elf war bow that exuded strong light were quickly formed!

Release your fingers, huge white arrows illuminate the surrounding environment, and fly towards the dense forest!

And behind the white arrows, densely packed burning arrows stained with kerosene cut through the darkness and were thrown towards the monsters in the darkness!