In the sky, four winged humanoid monsters were struggling to flick their wings.

Above them, there was a larger one, flapping its wings and struggling to rise into the air.

Below them, a large basket was hoisted and slowly rose into the air.

Inside the basket, there were more than 20 little dryads.

They were crying and screaming, and some of them were stretching their arms out of their baskets and waving them in the direction of their mothers.

On the periphery, the Dryad Mothers cried, but they were stopped by the Dryad Guards and could not get closer.

At night, with the sky in the background, five humanoid monsters are black silhouettes. I couldn't see their faces clearly.

At this moment, the basket is already more than a meter above the ground, and if you don't save it, it's too late!

There was a snap, and a sharp spear-like object flew out and hit the banshee on the far right.

The banshee let out a high-pitched, piercing cry and fell downward.

I know, it was Margaret who did it.

I just have to look in the direction where the spear shoots, and I'm sure I'll find her.

At this moment, the largest banshee flying on the top let out a roar, like a roaring lioness, flapping her wings that stretched more than three meters in length, put down the rope of the basket, flew out, grabbed the two dryads, and threw them into the distance.

At the same time, with the momentum of Tarzan's overwhelming strength, she flew straight over, spreading her claws like eagle vultures and pounced on her.

I know that Margaret is over there, and the Banshee Leader must have seen her.

The dying banshee screamed, fluttering and rolling on the ground.

The remaining three banshees, dropping their baskets, circled twice in the air, and then separated and surrounded them.

I can't sit idly by and let Margaret be in danger.

However, in the face of the fierce and powerful banshee, I was really a little timid.

I remembered Margaret's earlier words, her expression, her disdain.

No, this prince must be brave and not be looked down upon, let alone the person he likes!

I mustered up 12 points of courage and boldly ran towards the place where the incident happened.

There are countless dryads surrounding that area, and it's really fun to see the excitement and not be afraid of big things.

In the middle of a wood, several trees were knocked down, creating the so-called battlefield.

In the hazy moonlight, I saw a sturdy figure fighting with the banshee leader.

Sure enough, it's Margaret's figure!

Her figure was erratic, the sharp wooden branches in her hands stabbed accurately, and she did not fall behind in the face of opponents who were twice her size, or opponents in the air.

The banshee leader was very powerful, and the surrounding trees fell one after another under her impact.

I saw that the other three banshees were not able to get closer, and whenever they tried to get closer, there was a strange force that caused them to deviate from their targets and fly elsewhere.

Could it be that Sidima did it?

I think so, this old man has some evil ways, such as shrinking spells, and I am afraid that it was he who used spells to make the three banshees unable to help their companions.

That's fine, a fair duel, you can't bully too much.

Seeing Margaret gaining the upper hand, the banshee leader being stabbed and screaming, covered in bruises, I stood by and watched.

Suddenly, Margaret leaped up with the snap of the tree's branches, stabbing the sharp wood in her hand into the banshee's throat.

The banshee leader tried to fight back, but Margaret kicked her hard in the head, flipped onto a nearby tree, and disappeared.

The banshee struggled to death, rolling in all directions, and falling down many trees.

The dryads who were watching the battle fled one after another, fearing that they would be harmed by them.

I saw old Sidima standing next to a tree a few dozen meters away, holding a stick in his hand.

He slowly lowered his stick and took a deep breath.

Only then were the three banshees able to fly to the leader's side and try to rescue them.

However, the banshee was so badly injured that she was dying.

She stopped rolling, her head down, blood all over her mouth.

The three banshees grabbed her and flew into the air, quickly disappearing into the night.

Everywhere Margaret went, the dryads avoided it.

We met under a big tree.

I praise her for being so good!

She triumphantly combed her loose hair.

Sidima showed his head and was on a stick.

Margaret snorted, her expression like a rebellious child.

Sidima looked around and coughed.

I said, since the banshee is so easy to deal with, do you need to be nervous?

Sidima frowned and looked at the sky, as if to say to himself, those really powerful ones had not yet come.

I asked, who is really powerful?

Sidima said, look, it should be coming soon, get ready for battle!

With that, he handed Margaret the two knives.

The knife was black, and I don't know what it was made of, but I thought it was better than the pointed wooden stick I had just had.

We want to see the rescued dryad kids.

But in its place, we saw only broken baskets, and there was no one inside.

There were many messy footprints on the ground, and the campfire next to it was still burning.

Suddenly, many dryads appeared, holding various weapons in their hands, some long and some short.

Is this to join the ranks of our heroes?

Apparently not, they surrounded us, apparently trying to clean us up.

The banshees want to eat their children, and we don't see them resist, we kill the banshees, save their children, but they provoke us, what kind of logic is this, the logic of the dryad?

This race has made me suspicious of the norms that I have lived up to for so many years.

The Golden-crowned Dryad held a stick aloft, not an ordinary stick, more like a scepter.

"Don't hurt them!" someone shouted, "Let them go, give them boats!"

Tebrinson sat on a plank, carried by four dryads, into the crowd.

He was the one who gave the order just now.

Tebrinson's tone was full of majesty, and his status among the Goblinson Dryads was revered, so the Golden-crowned Dryad, though annoyed, had to endure it for the time being.

Sidima thanked him.

Tebrinson said he was getting old, and if we came next time, maybe we wouldn't be so lucky.

I understood, what he meant was that we had better not come next time, because he was most likely not alive, and if he wasn't, it would be a world where the golden-crowned dryads would be in power, and we wouldn't be able to get out so easily.

But what if we're gone, and the banshees come to take revenge?

Reality is always skinny, and our dinghy had a few boards cracked that couldn't be repaired quickly.

While we were working on fixing it, the dryads had a heated argument.

The Dryad who had healed Margaret was the one who had healed Margaret's injuries and came to the beach, and her movements were still sneaky.

She tells us that Talamu is going to kill Tarathu, and although they are brothers, they have completely different ideas.

We finally know that Talam is the Golden-crowned Dryad, the Great Leader of the Goblinson Dryad, second only to the Great Chief of Tebrinson.

Every six months, Jenny, the Banshee King of Serra, sends her men to the Goblinson Isles to ask for "contributions", which are Dryad children between the ages of four and ten.

The three islands of Goblins, namely Sintila, Sinniki and East Niki, our current island is Sintila, which is the largest of the three Goblins, with about 10,000 dryad residents, East Niki is the second largest, inhabited by about 4,000 dryads, and Sinniki is the smallest, with only one temple and more than a dozen priests.

Originally, Queen Jenny asked for about twenty children a year, which was already a lot of pressure for the less than 20,000 dryad tribe.

In recent years, she has demanded a hundred per year, and for the dryads, almost half of the school-age children are given to her as a "contribution".

This kind of pressure is not great, but very great, and this kind of pain is not painful, but very painful.

Nine-tenths of the children who were sent to the queen were eaten, and one-tenth were left to be raised as "obedient sons."

One of the so-called "obedient sons" was Talam, who lived in the "Temple of Paradise at Lambili" for ten years, from the age of six to sixteen, and when he returned, he became the Grand Commander of Queen Jenny.

Nineteen out of twenty of the children who are now sent to the queen are eaten, and one in twenty become "obedient sons."

Now, the "obedient sons" hold one-half of the Dryad's ruling class.

As long as the Great Chief Teblinson is alive, the Goblinson Dryad will not fully become a slave to the Banshee.

However, if he dies, the Goblin Dryad will literally become a slave to the Banshee.

Taramo's younger brother, Taratul, is not a "submissive son", and he is very unhappy with the fact that the Goblinsson Dryad submits to the Banshee every year and sends "contributions".

Tarathu represents the rebellion against the Banshee among the Goblinson Dryads.

The two brothers are incompatible, and there have been many conflicts, especially this one.

The two forces want to fight each other and are no longer compatible.

Boon thanked Margaret for saving her child, Aji, who is now safe and has reached Toniki Island.

She told Margaret that in order to completely detoxify, she had to get the pollen of the Geran flower that grew on the island of Katland.

Through inquiry, I learned that Caitland Island is the island where Lucy's Banshee's capital "Chaoxilan" is located.

I immediately said that I would rush there and get the pollen of that flower.

Sidima nodded, but he didn't know where Catelland was and needed a guide.

Sowaser was willing to be a guide, but she had to settle her mother first.

That's how I realised that going to Ketteland was not an easy task.