The Record of Orc Civilization



[Gorundra, Grand Alliance of the Elves Headquarters]

Amidst the dense forest, there stood a magnificent structure hidden among the tall trees. The building was made of beautiful and smooth wood, seamlessly blending with the surrounding nature. Its high-reaching roof exuded an aura of elegance and power.

Upon entering the main conference room, an enchanting atmosphere immediately enveloped the space. Natural light streamed in through the large windows, illuminating the intricate wood carvings and natural ornaments adorning the walls. Each carving depicted the beauty and uniqueness of nature, creating a magical ambiance.

In the center of the room, a large and sturdy conference table stood. It was crafted from rare polished wood, reflecting the grandeur and opulence of the Elven Alliance. On the table lay strategic maps depicting the kingdoms' territories and important documents that captured the attention of the rulers.

The chairs surrounding the table were also stunning works of wooden art. Each chair featured elaborate decorations that reflected the symbols and emblems of the major Elven kingdoms. They showcased the distinctiveness and beauty of each realm, seemingly bringing to life the essence of each place.

Furthermore, the room was adorned with fresh green plants and beautiful flowers. Vines of climbing plants gracefully wrapped around the room's columns, creating a captivating effect as if nature itself was present in the space.

"Aquaenar! What is the meaning of this? Why did you send Raiden and his troops without our consent!?"

The tranquility of the conference room shattered as the hand of a Mountain Elf slammed down on the table. The force of his large fist caused the table to crack, and splinters of wood fell to the floor. If he hadn't restrained his strength, the conference table would have been reduced to dust unable to contain his anger.

But Aquaenar, the one called upon, merely snorted and said, "Hmm... Raiden is my warrior, as are all members of his troop. Although he was on a mission to retrieve supplies, his task was completed as soon as he arrived in my kingdom. Therefore, he is no longer under the authority of the Elven Alliance but under the command of Aquanorin! You have no right to blame me, Grimhammer!"

Aquanorin was the name of the Water Elf kingdom, and Grimhammer was the Mountain Elf who berated Aquaenar.

Grimhammer's face grew redder upon hearing Aquaenar's explanation. If he were holding his hammer at that moment, he surely would have slammed it onto Aquaenar's head.

"You two stop squabbling like children! Grimhammer, you are the king of Terramore! It is beneath you to explode like this in the conference room. Do you want to hear mockery from the Volcano Elves?" said an elf with a body covered in bird-like feathers.

Terramore is the name of the Earth Elf kingdom. Of course, that means its population consists of Earth Elves, including Mountain Elves and Volcano Elves. Every ten years, the king of Terramore is chosen through an open theological debate between the two races. The one with superior debating skills over their opponent becomes the king of Terramore until they are replaced ten years later by the next debate winner.

"Hehehehe... but Zephyrion, Grimhammer has a point. Aquaenar did use the Elven Alliance's army without going through the Gorundra council first..." chuckled a Satyr wearing animal furs to cover his lower body.

Zephyrion is the name of the bird-feathered elf. He is the king of Aerithor, the Sky Elf kingdom. He is a Wind Elf, the only elven race capable of flight without the use of spells.

"Silvius! Didn't I already tell you that Raiden and his troops are no longer under the Elven Alliance's mission? That's why he should return to the elite forces of Aquanorin!" Aquaenar snapped, sensing the sarcasm in Silvius' words.

Silvius is the name of the Satyr who wears animal furs to cover their lower body. He is the king of the Satyr species, ruling the kingdom of Satyria.

Silvius ignored Aquaenar's words and chuckled incoherently while covering his mouth. A foul smell emanated from his mouth, and the sound he made was irritating.

Although no elf species particularly liked Satyrs, this time they had to support his opinion due to certain needs.

Therefore, a fire elf with red hair, blazing like fire, spoke up, "Aquaenar, you can't just withdraw Raiden and his troops into your kingdom like that. We are currently in a state of war, and all elite forces of each kingdom must and should be under the authority of the Elven Alliance. Therefore, you have no reason to order Raiden and his troops without the approval of the Gorundra council!"

"Ardan! You better not meddle in this matter! I still can't forget the nature of your race that burned the forests near my lake!" Aquaenar sneered at Ardan with intense hatred.

Ardan is the name of the fire elf king. His kingdom is called Pyrothia.

If there's any elf race hated by Water Elves other than Satyrs, it would be the fire elves. It's not that they have fought before or held any deep grudges. This is an issue that emerged from somewhere, and strangely enough, the two elven races have despised each other since their first encounter.

Some say that the water and fire gods themselves used to harbor mutual hatred, which was passed down to their creations, the elves. Others believe that this enmity stems from the genetic incompatibility between the two races, leading to destruction if interbreeding occurs.

"Aquaenar, don't bring your personal affairs into this meeting! The matters between Aquanorin and Pyrothia are your own business; don't involve the elven alliance in it!" Zephyrion attempted to calm the two kings, sensing that they were on the verge of a confrontation based on their exchanged words.

"Zephyrion is right, Aquaenar. You know that none of us have any intention of cornering you. However, this situation is highly incorrect and dangerous for the elven alliance. Not because of what you've done, but because of whom you've done it to," spoke a previously silent elf.

With a serpent-like tongue protruding, their scaly body distinct from that of a water elf, and eyes resembling those of a fierce beast, this elf stood out. Yet, this particular elf was well-liked among the other elven races.

He is Varun, the ruler of the Mirendor Kingdom, home to the swamp elves.

"You know what I mean, don't you? We're not just talking about attacks on a few villages here; we're discussing the possibility of the emergence of the fifth mana species. I don't want to accuse you, but by ordering Raiden and his troops without our consent, I interpret this as an opportunity you're taking for the Water Elves," Varun spoke with his serpentine tongue, each word adding a sense of menace.

Aquaenar didn't respond; he simply turned his face away and chose to remain silent. Varun was right—there was a reason why he immediately ordered Raiden and his troops to pursue those green creatures without waiting for a decision from the Gorundra council.

This was because Aquaenar didn't want to share the opportunity with the other elven races. It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for each mana species, an opportunity to become a Level 9 Constellation Mage.

Unlike the lower constellation levels, once a mage reached the gateway of Level 7 Constellation, they no longer needed to absorb mana or enlarge their mana reservoir. The Level 7 Constellation Mage represented the realm of law, the embodiment of power known as "the realm of law."

A mage's introduction to the laws occurred when they reached Level 5 Constellation Mage. At that point, they could only grasp a limited fraction of the law, confined to their own domains. Yet, this power was so immense that even thousands of Level 4 Constellation Mages would be unable to contend with a single Level 5 Constellation Mage fighting within their domain.

For example, Raiden possessed the soul spell faction. When he used his domain, he could simply draw in the souls of his enemies, and the battle would end in the blink of an eye. Or a mage with the fire spell faction could raise the temperature of their enemies' bodies to extreme levels, causing them to explode on their own.

Thus, it could be said that a mage who mastered the fraction of law was like a god within their domain. Only mages with different domains could stand against them. This was because every living creature in this world possessed mana within their bodies, and every mana inevitably had its own law.

If a Level 5 Constellation Mage, who only mastered a fraction of the law, was already so powerful, then how powerful would a mage who fully mastered the law be?

The answer was akin to a god walking among mortals.

That's why there was another constellation level above Level 5 Constellation Mage. When a mage reached Level 6 Constellation, they would be introduced to a new world and a new concept of power.

This new world and concept of power were referred to by mages as "The Realm of Law." Strangely enough, entering this world didn't require the accumulation of mana or meditation, as they had previously done to advance through the constellation levels.

What was required to ascend to this higher level was Recognition.