Asa woke up and felt himself floating in the water, a strange and gentle touch brushing through his body, his muscles and skin regenerating like mushrooms in the morning sun after rain at what seemed to be slow but in fact incredibly fast. This feeling of softness and vitality finally lingers on the face. Slowly, Asa felt the light again, and saw a green field full of business. The green receded, and he saw the light again, but now it was no longer the burning glow, and the sun hung on the sky as usual, shedding a warm, harmless light.

Asa sat up from the water and saw that he was still in the sunwell, and that Lua was taking the leaf of the World Tree from her body. His whole body was shrouded in a layer of green light, and bursts of harmonious and vibrant power were resonating around his body and the fluctuations of the sunwell, and the skin muscles that should have been burned off like a pot were now intact on his body, as if nothing had happened.

He looked around and realized that, as if Vidnina had used the Dark Dragon's spell last time, the sunwell was already a scorched clearing, with nothing left. The difference was that there were still dense ancient trees outside the clearing, but this time I could see beyond the forest at a glance, and the entire Whispering Forest seemed to be a mess of rotten cloth, with only some of the sparse remnants of the thickest ancient trees scattered here and there.

"What about the other elves?" asked Asa Lua.

"Dead. Lua's head and face were all covered in dust, and she was in a state of embarrassment.

"All dead?"

"All of them were dead, not a single one was left, and even the corpses were shattered to ashes by the aftermath of the explosion, and I don't know where they were blown away. Whispering Forest...... There are no more. Lua scanned the empty scorched earth around her, her eyes full of empty sadness, as if she had no strength to even be sad.

"Now that it's all like this, don't be sad. Asa sighed. Although he himself thinks that those elves who are extremely stupid are to blame.

"Nothing to be sad about. Actually, I felt the result when they rejected my proposal. If faith is shackled, it is only a matter of time before it perishes. Lua's eyes were still sad, but not sad. After the sadness dispelled all the other feelings, she found that she had a kind of strength hidden in the deepest depths. She whispered to Asa, "Can you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"I'm going to take the Leaves of the World Tree to the forests of Turalea, and I'm going to have to find a place to protect the Deadwood Guards before they regrow, and I'm going to report back to them. But I don't know the way, last time I used a teleportation scroll to go back and forth. Take me there. ”

"This ......" Asa hesitated for a moment, although Rodhart's side was also important. But an elven woman who is completely ignorant of the world is running around the world with a leaf of the World Tree that all necromancers dream of, which is undoubtedly a more dangerous thing. "Okay. I don't know where it is, but someone knows, I'll take you to Ofu first, and let the City Lord of Sedlos take you. "If Sedlos still has the teleportation scroll of the Academy of Magic, then he will have time to return to the royal capital after rushing through it with all his might.

Lua nodded, then waved at him, "You go out, I will pour well water on the surrounding ground, so that the trees will slowly regenerate." ”

As soon as Asa stepped out of the sunwell, he immediately noticed a serious problem, and he subconsciously jumped to the rock next to the well and crouched down. "Do you know where you get clothes and pants?"

Lua took the leaves of the World Tree out of the well and said lightly, "There are still those corpses outside." ”

In the city of Airy, the magistrate gathered almost all the people who could write in the city and made an article in praise and tribute to the Lord Chincha.

Honcha-sama has not returned until now. According to the soldiers who escaped and the cultists of the gods of nature, the forest seemed to have become a hell of demons and ghosts eating people. And then there was an unbelievable celestial anomaly, a fire, and then a huge explosion that almost shattered the whole of Airy...... These scenes are like the end of the world, and Lord Qincha is definitely more than lucky. And the crime of being a magistrate for poor protection is inevitable, and losing an official is still a trivial matter, and if you don't get it right, you have to cut off your head. Therefore, the magistrate had to explain as much as possible in the report made with the power of Alluring City, how dangerous the situation was at that time, how the ordinary people were powerless, how Lord Qincha faced the calm command of tens of thousands of mobs, how heroic he was in the face of those monsters that rushed out of hell, how he covered the innocent people and dealt with those evil monsters alone, and only died heroically when no one was able to return to heaven. The effect of this report should be very good, and many people shed tears of emotion when they tried to read it to the public.

But at this moment, Lord Chincha, who had disappeared for a long time and should have died heroically, suddenly appeared, and a beautiful woman was still disheveled.

The short-term embarrassment was immediately washed away by the joy, as long as Lord Qincha was safe and fine, who cared about what he was going to do.

Lord Chincha hastily explained the aftermath of the matter, and even the command of the troops was thrown to the magistrate like garbage, and he set off with the strange woman with only two fast horses and some travel goods. He did not say where he was going or what he was going to do, and he instructed the magistrate not to divulge anything about him to anyone. Later, however, there were always people who asked the magistrate about this, and Bitter Melon understood the strange behavior of Lord Chincha like an old friend: "After going through so many great things, of course I need to relax and relieve my stress." And that kind of relaxation naturally doesn't want to be disturbed by others. The listeners also recalled the beauty of the strange woman, and licked their lips in envy in deep approval.

On the night of their departure, a group of people arrived in the Whispering Forest, which had become a scorched earth. They lit torches and spent most of the night carefully searching the wasteland, which was still radiating residual heat. It wasn't until the sky began to light that they stepped out of the scorched earth.

Outside the forest, there was still a pool of human corpses and wreckage. These things are probably going to keep the magistrate of Airy busy for a while.

The group looked like they were all mercenaries. Airy's unpeaceful time has increased the number of people eating this bowl of rice. But even when they saw the tearing scene, they only felt creepy now in this sea of corpses.

But two figures were standing silently on the corpse. One with a little bit of the rickety and desolation peculiar to old people, while the other is a personable middle-aged, he stands on a corpse that only half of his body remains, but his posture and bearing seem to be in a place where the crown is gathered.

It's just that the faces of these two people are not relaxed, but not because of the endless corpses under their feet, but because of the group of people who are approaching. They waited here for the searchers all night.

The group walked up to the two men, and one of the leader-like men stepped forward with a small package in his hand and handed them to them, saying, "Two gentlemen, this is all the strange-looking things we found inside. ”

The middle-aged man took the package and opened it, it was filled with some strange little things, most of them the horns of some beasts. He rummaged through it and asked, "Have you looked for the well in the middle?"

The leader replied, "As you said, I have searched carefully." But there were no bodies inside, nothing. ”

The middle-aged man frowned, and then asked, "Have you seen a single green leaf?"

"Of course not. The leader replied, scolding in his heart. In this way, there is nothing left in the burned place, not to mention the leaves, not even the roots.

"Huh?" the middle-aged man frowned, picking out a handle-like thing from those things.

The leader explained, "According to the mages in our team, this should be left over from a very high-level magic scroll. ”

"I know. The middle-aged man sighed. There were two tiny skeletons carved into the ends of the thing, glowing faintly.

The old man looked over and smiled, and said, "This unexpected discovery confirms our inference. The evidence is conclusive. Let's go back. ”

"Two gentlemen, and half of the honorarium. The leader said coldly, his hand touching the hilt of the sword at his waist. "Also, leave everything in there. For the sake of you who made us come to this hellish place and find these things, I won't kill you. ”

Unicorn horns are extremely rare magic items, and such a large pile can definitely be exchanged for ten times the weight of gold coins. The mercenaries are fighting for these things.

"That's right. Give them all that they deserve. The old man said to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked coldly at the group of men in front of him, who were already full of murderous faces, and began to mumble something that no one could understand.

"It's a magician, and he wants to fight back and kill them. The mercenary leader shouted, raised his sword and stepped forward. All the mercenaries drew their weapons and rushed forward. It was a good opportunity for this magician to be so close and dare to recite incantations unhurriedly.

The old man glanced at his companion in surprise, but completely ignored the group of wolf-like mercenaries in front of him. He didn't look at them, he just raised his hand and shouted.

The mercenaries, who were already in front of the two of them, suddenly stopped. Each of them was stomping desperately on their legs, but they couldn't move forward because they were all floating in the air. They danced around at a height above the ground, shouting and waiting for the middle-aged magician's spell to be completed.

There was a strange sound, and the dozen or so people in mid-air instantly lost their proper shape. Blood, muscles, and internal organs poured out frantically from their mouths, eyes, and under their clothes and armor. But in the blink of an eye, there were only a dozen skeletons of flesh and blood in the air.

The flesh that gushed out was pulled in front of the middle-aged man by a suction force, solidified into a huge ball, which shrank while spinning rapidly, and finally became a small blood-colored crystal and flew into the middle-aged man's hands.

"Kill chickens with knives. But it's amazing that you can use this spell at your age. The old man nodded approvingly, but there was still a slight sneer on his countenance. "I know you're angry. But there's no need to waste it. You'll probably be busy when you go back. He sighed wistfully. "It's been a long time since I've had a meeting......

The middle-aged man didn't speak, he took out the teleportation scroll from his arms with a cold face, and the old man also took out one, and both of them disappeared after a burst of blue light.

The skeleton of bones in the air finally fell, and there was a terrible karaoke sound. Then it was a dead wasteland again.