I, Who am Pampered by the Great Dragon, Shock the Magical World

Vern cursed and charged into the elf village on his land-type Magical Beast. It was obvious that he had no respect or love for the elves. The other people who had just dismounted, and were preparing to keep a low profile. All of them were stunned when they saw Vern doing this. It was out of the ordinary and they stopped their tracks as they stared at Vern. The leader of the group was a vicious man with strange eyes and a green staff in his hand. At that moment, his face was full of anger as he cursed.

"Stupid!"

The leader of the group was only leading this time due to orders from his Vice-Captain, and he was ordered to allow Vern to come help. The leader knew that the reason Vern had come to help was that the Vice-Captain wanted Vern to take credit for their work. He wanted Vern to make his presence known and gain recognition from the Third Prince in the future. Since Vern was privileged and was just there to take credit, the leader of the group had no choice. Besides, it was an order from the Vice-Captain, so he did not worry further about it. After all, he was going to carry out the secret mission that the Third Prince had given him. One could only imagine how important that mission was, but for them to succeed Vern, needed to keep a low profile.

The sinister leader who had warned Vern during their journey did not like him. Vern was fragile and had no abilities, and he grew up in a protected environment. He was just a burden wherever he went. Especially along the way, not only did Vern complain, but he also used all kinds of obscene language that tested the morale of the team. The man wanted to kick Vern out of the caravan several times. But when the sinister man had thought of the Vice-Captain and the plan, he involuntarily had to tolerate Vern's lewd and disgusting behavior.

However, they were in the elf village and the elves' territory now! Although it was just a village with only a few elves but as children of nature, almost all the elves were natural mages! With his current strength as a Grand Magister, he was not worried that he would not be able to defeat the other elves but it was better for him to just play along with the rules, and not cause any unnecessary troubles. The sinister man was staring at the flag that was hanging at the village's gate. It was a blue flag with black patterns all over.

"The Spirit Wind flag. These elves are from Spirit Wind Chamber of Commerce," The sinister man said as he looked. When he saw the coat of arms that was painted on it, his expression turned ugly. At this moment, he suddenly thought of Vern, who was sprinting forward. The sinister man felt a sense of upcoming troubles. 'Not good.' He felt the thought had popped up in his mind.

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Vern was riding on his land Magical Beast straight into the elf village. Due to the loud footsteps of the land Magical Beast, it was instantly detected by the defensive magic in the village. Several elf guards on duty instantly rushed over to stop it, even Wenda, the village chief came to see what was going on. Vern had no fear in his mind, the elf guards that were standing in front of him were no threat to him, or so he thought. Sheer arrogance showed up on his face. Vern didn't unmount his Magical Beast to even greet Wenda, who was the chief of the village.

"So you are the chief of this village?" Vern asked, his voice was condescending, it was as if he felt his superiority overshadowing everyone.

Wenda frowned upon Vern's attitude, the man had no respect or common courtesy for anyone at all. "I am Wenda Abur, the chief of this elf village. You came here with no warnings in the middle of the night. Guests like you are not welcomed here, leave immediately!" Chief Wenda's voice was full of energy and pride, he had no fear for these people. Although Wenda was almost 300 years old, which was equivalent to the age of 80 among humans, at the moment, he was not afraid to stand against these youths dressed in noble clothes. Instead, Wenda looked down on their unseemly behaviors.

As expected, Wenda's words instantly angered them. "How dare you speak to us like this, have you got no manners at all? I am the Second Prince of the Kingdom of Romit, Vern Dean! Is this how you elves treat a Prince of the kingdom?" As he spoke, Vern pulled out an extremely beautiful magic staff from his waist. It was inlaid with four magic gems. He looked at the village chief in front of him, clearly intending to teach the man a lesson. Wenda stared at Vern, a human noble who was about to launch his attack on him and the village, Wenda's expression had turned from calmness into anger. The joy of the arrival of Sade, his hero's son, had instantly disappeared.

"B*stard, I've given you the courtesy yet you still have no shame, even a fool wouldn't act like you!" Wenda suddenly opened his mouth. Wenda didn't bother to exchange more words as he pointed his staff that was made of a wilted tree and cast his spell in Vern's direction. He felt the need to teach a young man an important lesson. For a moment, as Wenda was about to cast his offensive move, the surrounding elves that were witnessing the situation simultaneously pulled out their weapons in a defensive position. There were magic staffs, bows, and swords, the elves that were there all had magic surging from within their bodies. At a glance, other than Wenda who was a Grand Magister-level, the other elves were all mages from lower levels and rankings.

Surprisingly, there was a group of approximately ten people that were ready for an attack. Vern Dean was not afraid at all, and he felt a sense of excitement and daringness. The magic power in his body was exuding out too and it was even more intense than that of Wenda. The energy fluctuation on his body was only at the level of a Magister. Even so, Vern was the first to launch an attack. With a crackling sound, purple lightning danced on Vern's palm, they were a reflection of Vern's self-determined and arrogant characteristics. He couldn't care less about Wenda or his villagers at all, it was as if they were all dead people to him.

"D*mn it, you're using a lightning spell!? What gives you the right to do so!?" Wenda yelled out as he saw the lighting that was dancing in Vern's hands like a spider web. Wenda was no longer confident. He had turned completely pale.

The traditional magic attributes were divided into earth, water, wind, and fire. Among them, the fire element had the strongest offensive power, while the Earth element had the strongest defensive power. Under these four elements of magic, there were many other branches, and other types of magic existed outside of these restrictions too. Other than the extremely special magic attributes, the lightning element was also one of the elemental magic that was based on natural magic as well. It was known to be a powerful offensive attack and once the user had reached the Magister-level, they would be able to use any tiny electric currents to precisely attack a certain part of their opponent. The physical attributes would be greatly improved, enough to rival any mages or magisters of the same level.

However, Vern was only at the level of a high-level Magister, his elemental manipulative abilities have yet to reach the Grand Magister level. But even so, Vern, who possessed lightning element abilities had the aptitude of challenging Magisters of a higher level. He was confident that he was invincible among Magisters of the same level. Wenda was caught off guard, it was precisely for this reason that he thought he might not be able to defeat Vern.

"Put down... all of you, put down your weapons!" Wenda's lips had already turned white from his biting but he still asked the elves behind him to put down their weapons in a hoarse voice.

It was not that he did not dare to get into a fight with Vern and his colleagues but he was worried that if he fought to the death with Vern, then the young generation in the elf village would suffer the same fate that he saw a hundred and thirty years ago. Wenda could not risk this, he wasn't planning on taking any chance to try.

"You're a smart man, you should know your place and who not to mess around with," Vern said smirkingly as he was sitting on a Magical Beast's back. After saying that, Vern pulled the reins in his hand and pointed at the Magical Beast's buttocks as he mockingly said to Wenda. "How about this? As long as you lick the a*s of my Magical Beast clean with your mouth, I won't press the matter of your rudeness and insolence further!" As soon as Vern finished his words, Wenda's face instantly turned to extreme anger. The blood of the young elf guards that were standing behind Wenda instantly boiled, their eyes red with hateful intent.

"Chief, let's fight them!"

"Yes, Grandpa Wenda, we can't let them do this to you!"

"If we die, we'll take this b*stard with us!"

"Our village is of the wind element, the Goddess of Air and Wind will protect us!"

The young elves' shouts were so intense that some of them even drew their bows and arrows, ready to attack Vern. Just as the village chief Wenda was doing what Vern had asked and licking the backside of the Magical Beast, the whole army of elf guards was completely horrified.

"Chief Wenda, what are you doing?!"