Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 189: Just two

BANG!

Suddenly, the doors to the conference room burst open with a thunderous crash, like someone had slammed into them with full force.

Tap, tap, tap... Rapid footsteps echoed through the room.

"Master, something’s wrong!" came a hurried, raspy voice—aged and urgent.

"Galen?"

The moment Vaelion heard that familiar voice, his expression shifted dramatically. He snapped his head toward the doors, where the footsteps were coming from. There, striding in with a look of deep concern, was Galen—the old elven mage and a legendary Epic-ranked hero of the Kingdom of the Night Elves, his violet robes fluttering with each step.

"Galen, what are you doing here?" Vaelion asked quickly, though a sinking feeling had already begun to gnaw at his gut.

"Master..." Galen hesitated, clearly struggling with what to say. His eyes flicked toward Ethan, and in that single glance, a storm of emotions swirled—fury, frustration, helplessness, even fear and caution.

Then, without another word, Galen leaned in close and whispered something into Vaelion’s ear.

Not even a second passed before Vaelion’s face twisted in shock. His entire body tensed, trembling with rage. His expression contorted into a mask of fury as he snarled, "What... what did you just say?!"

Thalor and Eldrin both stiffened at the outburst, their eyes darting between each other, alarm flashing across their faces.

RUMBLE!

Vaelion, now seething with rage, stormed toward Ethan. The air around him crackled with raw power, his aura exploding outward like a blazing sun—intense, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.

RUMBLE!

"You dared to attack the Kingdom of the Night Elves? Are you trying to die?!" Vaelion roared, his voice nearly shaking the walls as he glared at Ethan with murderous fury.

"W-What?!"

Thalor and Eldrin’s eyes widened in disbelief, their pupils contracting. Attack the Kingdom of the Night Elves? Who would dare? frёewebnoѵēl.com

Emerald Castle?

No way. That was insane. They wouldn’t—would they?

This... this couldn’t be happening...

"So what if I did?" Ethan replied coolly, completely unfazed by Vaelion’s wrath. He met the elf’s burning gaze with calm indifference. "Did you forget what I told you earlier? Emerald Castle has already declared war on you."

As it turned out, before even showing up to this so-called peace summit, Ethan had already set his plan in motion. He’d secretly dispatched Seraphina, Cicero, and the golden dragon Auremax—some of Dragonhold’s most elite forces—to launch a surprise assault on Moonshade Castle, the royal seat of the Night Elves.

To put it bluntly—

Ethan had just exploited a blind spot in Vaelion’s thinking.

When Vaelion personally left to attend this so-called peace summit, he’d naturally let his guard down in certain areas. That meant the defenses at Moonshade Castle—the royal stronghold of the Kingdom of the Night Elves—were bound to be weaker than usual.

And that was exactly the opening Ethan had been waiting for.

Let’s not forget, the Kingdom of the Night Elves originally boasted two orange-tier Legendary Heroes, nearly eighty 13-Tier Legendary Units, and hundreds of 11- and 12-Tier Royal Units.

But now?

They’d already lost twenty-five Legendary Units—gone.

Only about fifty remained.

And one of their two orange-tier Legendary Heroes—Vaelion himself, the strongest among them—wasn’t even home. Which meant, right at this moment, the Kingdom of the Night Elves was at its most vulnerable, its defenses stretched thin.

In other words, this was the perfect time to launch a surprise strike on Moonshade Castle.

And Ethan had seized that moment without hesitation.

The only question now was—how much damage had they actually done?

"You..." Vaelion was shaking with rage, his face twisted in fury—but beneath that, panic was starting to creep in. His face had gone pale, sweat beading on his forehead. For the first time, there was fear in his eyes.

He didn’t know the full extent of the damage yet, but one thing was clear—he couldn’t afford to lose any more.

Sure, most troops could be revived or re-recruited.

But the problem was, two-thirds of his Legendary Units had been bought.

And bought Legendary Units couldn’t be revived. Once they were dead, they were gone. The only option was to go back to AvLee and buy more.

But that wasn’t as easy as it sounded.

Every time he wanted to purchase Legendary Units, he had to place an order in advance. Otherwise, they were out of stock. And the wait time? Could be days, months, years—hell, even decades.

During that gap, the Kingdom of the Night Elves would be at its weakest.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.

The real nightmare? He didn’t even have enough Dragonblood Crystals left to buy that many replacements. At best, he could afford twenty, maybe thirty new Legendary Units.

That was it.

A death spiral.

He was too broke to rebuild his army.

If he lost his Green Dragons, his Emerald Dragons, and was left with just twenty or thirty 13-Tier Elder Chimeras?

Then Vaelion—

No, the entire Kingdom of the Night Elves—

Would suffer a catastrophic drop in national power.

And when your national power tanks, when your Legendary Units are rare—or worse, extinct—that’s not just a setback.

That’s a full-blown extinction-level crisis.

The kind of loss that could wipe a kingdom off the map.

He couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not ever.

"No... I can’t let this go on..."

Huff...

Vaelion took a deep breath, then turned to Ethan, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. "Fine. You win this time. I surrender. Just tell me—what do you want to call this off?"

"Now we’re talking," Ethan grinned, flashing a row of teeth. "I want 100 million gold, 5,000 units of each of the six core resources, and everything your Kingdom of the Night Elves stole from me before—I want it all back. Oh, and I want two 12-Tier War Unicorn Creature Dwellings."

"Absolutely not!" Vaelion’s face darkened instantly. He shook his head. "The gold and resources? Fine. I’ll return everything we took from you, too. But two 12-Tier War Unicorn Dwellings? That’s impossible. I can give you three 11-Tier Unicorn Dwellings instead."

"My terms are on the table," Ethan said with a shrug, already turning to leave. "Take them, and we’ve got peace. Refuse, and that’s fine too—we’ll settle it on the battlefield."

"Wait!"

Just as Ethan turned his back, Vaelion blurted out, stopping him in his tracks. He stared at Ethan with a stormy expression, his chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. After a long, tense pause, he finally ground out the words through clenched teeth:

"Fine. Two War Unicorn Dwellings. Just two."