Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG - Chapter 811

Chapter 811: Chapter 811 – No One Can Stop Her
King Elandorr saved Ivana from the High Elf Queen’s attack in the past.

That was how she ended up in the South Continent, in Dissidia Kingdom—where she ultimately fell into the hands of an ordinary woman in Deadbay City.

Broken replayed the scenario in his mind.

After all, it was King Elandorr who had given him the quest to find the Dragon Princess—Ivana.

But if Elandorr had known Ivana was in Deadbay City, then why didn’t he just give a clearer clue?

Something as simple as “Find her in Deadbay City” would have saved so much time.

This ancestral Sloth Champion…

Sigh.

And then—

“So the Sloth Champion only saved the Dragon Princess… and did nothing to help the dragonkin?”

Broken voiced his thoughts aloud.

The Elder Wing simply shook his head, silent.

But in his gaze, there was something heavy—a weight of memories that had never faded.

What had he gone through to bring his people back from the brink of extinction, to rebuild this hidden tribe into what it was now?

They had completely cut themselves off from the outside world.

Even the smallest bits of information about them had barely reached beyond these peaks.

And yet, here they were—still training, still growing stronger, still living in isolation.

All while knowing the threat of another attack could come at any moment.

“Do you have any clue where the Dragon Princess is now?”

Broken voiced the question he was most desperate to get a real answer to.

The Elder Wing exhaled before responding.

“As one of us already told you… we have long been disconnected from anything related to the Dragon Princess. We isolated ourselves here, and the only reason we’ve been disturbed again… is because of her reappearance in Dissidia Kingdom.”

Broken’s eyes narrowed. “And…” he added, “you also said that the High Elf Queen might come here again.”

Zepheros gave a slow nod.

“That is why we have strengthened our defenses—to prepare for that possibility… though the barrier has weakened due to a certain presence affecting it.”

Broken stayed silent for a moment.

Zephero was being surprisingly open about this information, despite the fact that he shouldn’t trust him yet.

“You must have already heard about it.” Zephero finally spoke again.

Broken let out a quiet breath.

“I saw it. The Demon Hand.”

His voice was steady.

“A Legendary-grade monster… with a dangerously high level.”

At this point, Broken could just leave this place. It was clear—he wasn’t going to find Ivana here. He could move on, try searching for her somewhere else…

But where?

He still had no other leads.

And then… there was this place.

If the High Elf Queen really did return and attacked this tribe again—what would happen to them?

Would he even care?

The barrier should be strong enough to hold, right?

Would it be his problem?

As Broken weighed his next move, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the elder wing’s next words.

“The High Elf Queen is not someone you can fight…” the dragonkin said, his voice heavy.

“She is simply too powerful. If she merely sends an army to attack… perhaps we could hold out, depending on the strength of her forces. But if she herself decides to come—”

Zephero shook his head slowly.

“The High Elf Queen… she can do whatever she wants. If she wished, she could erase Yunatea with her power alone. She is unmatched—there is no one in Yunatea who can stand against her.”

A silence settled between them before he continued.

“The other Ancestral Wielders of the Sin Blessings care little for this world. The rest have disappeared—like the Lust Champion, the Faery Queen… or the Sloth Champion, King Elandorr, who has been gone for years. And then there is the Gluttony Champion, King Bael, who isn’t even in Yunatea anymore.”

He let out a slow breath.

“If she comes here… it will be the end of us.”

Was this… despair?

Had this elder dragonkin already accepted that there was no hope if the High Elf Queen arrived?

Before Broken could respond, the Elder Wing continued.

“This is a warning for you… if you choose to stand by the Dragon Princess, if you continue searching for her, then you must understand—one day, you will come face to face with the High Elf Queen. And anything that crosses her path… is destined for extinction.”

Zephero paused for a moment, watching as Broken remained silent, absorbing his words.

Then, he spoke again.

“Have you met her before?”

“No…” Broken finally answered. “I never have.”

The Elder Wing gave a slow nod before speaking again.

“So, I believe everything is clear now.”

He fell silent once more.

Broken lifted his gaze, watching the elder’s expression carefully.

“You may leave this place. And please—never return, nor bring anyone else here. Let us live our way and survive on our own terms.”

Broken exhaled.

“You said that you’re facing a threat from the High Elf Queen, right? You warned me not to cross paths with her… but are you certain you can handle it?”

Zephero met his eyes.

“We might stand a chance… if we can kill the Demon Hand.”

Broken’s brow furrowed.

“Then why haven’t you done it? You have an entire force of high-level warriors.”

The Elder Wing let out a slow breath before answering.

“That’s the problem. We lack someone with enough water-element damage to weaken the demon. Without that, even if we attack, we risk massive casualties.”

Water element?

Broken’s mind immediately made the connection. His Abyssal Wavebreaker Spear was a water-element weapon. His main source of damage was exactly what they needed.

He could be the key to slaying this Legendary-grade monster.

And more than that—he had already planned to defeat the Demon Hand.

But even with his strength, he had been lacking the power to take it down alone.

So why not offer a deal?

If he and the dragonkin worked together, they could kill the monster with minimal risk. It would benefit both sides.

Wouldn’t that be the smartest move?

Before Broken could even voice his thoughts, a dragonkin suddenly descended at high speed, landing near them with urgency.

“Elder Wing, we have visitors!” the dragonkin reported, his voice rushed.

Zephero immediately rose from his seat. “What did you say?”

The dragonkin, still bowing, spoke again—his voice trembling. “Th-the High Elf Queen’s army… has arrived.”

Broken’s eyes widened.

A tense stillness filled the air, the weight of those words sinking into everyone present.

Without hesitation, Zephero spread his wings and took off, flying toward the castle grounds where the other dragonkin were already gathering.

Broken stood up as well, following swiftly behind.

By the time he reached the gathering point, the dragonkin forces were already in motion.

They took to the skies, weapons in hand, wings spread wide in readiness for battle.

But where were the enemies?

Broken searched the sky.

He couldn’t see them yet.

Until—

A deep, thunderous wingbeat echoed through the sky, followed by a powerful roar.

Broken’s head snapped upward.

From behind the clouds… a colossal figure emerged.

A massive dragon—its wings so powerful that they scattered the clouds with each beat.

And it wasn’t alone.

More dragons appeared, soaring toward them from a distance.

The High Elf Queen’s army had arrived.