Chapter 572: Branch of the Dwelling Giant Tree

Regarding the escape of these people, Angela simply didn't even cast a glance at them.

Right now, her attention was all on the supplies in the warehouse.

A single warehouse was only the size of a football field.

But for one person to move so many things from such a large place, it was indeed no longer a matter of technique.

It was a matter of stamina.

Even if Level 50 Angela's strength and constitution had increased significantly, running back and forth countless times like this was still somewhat difficult.

The most crucial thing was that this was only the first floor; there were still a full four floors waiting for her below.

And the area below would only be larger.

Although the items might be slightly fewer because of the previous transport, personally speaking, the quantity should still be quite a lot.

After there were no enemies on the fifth floor, it would go to the fourth floor, then the third floor, the second floor, until it cleared everyone out of the warehouse.

Of course, the difficulties were far more than this.

Things like the warehouse in Eureka City also weren't relaxed at all.

Everyone, who originally thought there wouldn't be too much, had only cleared out one and a half warehouses.

After all, compared to the Avian Race's warehouse built in a tree hollow, Eureka City's warehouses were truly built brick by brick.

So relatively speaking, they were slightly smaller.

Thus.

Having no other choice, the few witches responsible for the transfer could only choose to temporarily place the things outside, and then slowly move them inside later.

At worst, they would just have someone put up some rain protection measures, it couldn't be simpler.

However, they underestimated Angela's speed.

Or rather, they underestimated the Avian Race's warehouse.

Even thinking of temporarily putting things outside, they were still so busy that they almost blocked the passageways of the entire warehouse district.

Having no other choice, they could only shift a bit towards the herb fields in the west.

Originally, the warehouses were located in the northwest part of the city, next to the industrial zone.

Most of the warehouses here were for raw materials needed by the industrial zone, such as herbs for making ordinary potions, and ores for making golems.

The rest were things like alchemy material warehouses and magic item warehouses.

As a result, the sheer volume of things reached a level that made their squad sigh in amazement.

Fortunately, they were witches and could all fly, so they didn't have to climb up and down stairs; otherwise, just arranging things like this would tire them half to death.

But fortunately, this kind of time wasn't long.

About an hour later, no more things were added to the group warehouse.

"Phew~~~~ So raiding a house is also a tiring job."

Angela wiped the fine sweat off her forehead and sighed emotionally looking at the empty warehouse.

Although for witches, 'a lifetime' was slightly long, she could be certain that one might only encounter this kind of thing once in a lifetime.

Thrill and excitement mixed with a kind of unspeakable exhilaration.

"Baa~~~~~"

Just as Angela was relaxing, the bleating of the Black Goat at the main gate on the first floor pulled her back.

Close to two hours had passed from the beginning to now. Apart from this place not being disturbed because it was surrounded by seven goats, every other place in the entire dense forest was boiling with voices.

Angela unhurriedly walked out of the warehouse.

Originally, there were various things piled up outside the warehouse needing to be transferred, but they had now disappeared.

Disappearing along with them were the warehouse manager and the others.

Don't misunderstand.

This definitely wasn't Angela's doing.

Or rather, this disappearance wasn't evaporating from the world, but running away with the goods.

After all, after clearing out the entire fifth floor, Angela summoned all the goats originally scattered throughout the dense forest to this place.

So after seeing the goats, those staff members all chose to run away.

If it wasn't for the staff members having this responsibility as warehouse managers, perhaps even the supplies at the door would have been left behind.

Although slightly regretful, Angela didn't really care.

After all, with the Appraisal Glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, she clearly knew exactly what kind of things she had harvested this time.

Of course.

Although all these supplies were pretty good, if one were to say what was most important, it would have to be those Mutant Potions and the corpses of the two-winged and four-winged Avian people she 'harvested'.

Of course, these things were also sent back.

Barring any accidents, there was definitely a relationship between the two.

But well...

It was still the same saying.

She was just an intelligence gatherer; it was better to let professionals handle research matters like this.

"Baa~~~~"

Angela, who walked out of the warehouse, stored the Black Goats away, then rode her broom and flew into the sky.

At this moment, the dense forest was full of raging fires everywhere, and Avian people fleeing for their lives in all directions.

This scene made Angela feel extremely good.

Back then, many of their witches, especially witches who were outside, were chased and fled for their lives like this.

Some were even backstabbed before they could even put up any resistance.

Seeing this scene now, Angela expressed extreme satisfaction.

"Right, let's take a photo as a souvenir."

Flying in the sky, Angela looked down at the grand scene below. After thinking for a bit, she took out her card.

After all, it was such a heartwarming scene; if she didn't record it and let others see it too, how could that be justified?

However, just as Angela was enthusiastically taking photos, she suddenly saw a squad of White-Headed Eagles appear in the camera lens.

Weren't these the mounts of those guys from the Pure Origin Sect's Inquisition previously?

Why did they run over to the territory of these Avian people?

And unlike before, there were no people from the Inquisition sitting on the backs of these White-Headed Eagles.

Looking at the appearance of these White-Headed Eagles, it felt more like they were fleeing.

Alright.

It was originally a sea of fire; fleeing was naturally to be expected.

Angela lowered her card, then looked along the path of these White-Headed Eagles, and finally discovered that the destination of these White-Headed Eagles was actually that Divine Tree!

Moreover, the 'Divine Tree' that was still bare more than an hour ago was now covered with lush green leaves.

Wait!

Why did these leaves look so familiar?

Angela blanked out for a moment. Damn it, weren't these leaves the nest-shaped leaves of the Dwelling Giant Tree!?

At this moment, even without wearing the Appraisal Glasses, Angela could identify exactly what the heck this tree was.

But why would the Dwelling Giant Tree be in this kind of place?

No...

Previously, she seemed to have heard Diana mention that during the early stages of the war, someone sawed off some branches of the Dwelling Giant Tree.

So to speak... this 'Divine Tree' was that branch sawed off from the Dwelling Giant Tree?

After being grafted here, it became the 'Divine Tree' of the Avian Race.

And conveniently supplied flying familiars to the Pure Origin Sect?

These damned Avian people, murder and robbery were one thing, but they actually used this to make a profit and add bricks and tiles to their ethnic group.

Truly shameless, utterly brazen.

Getting angrier the more she thought about it, Angela simply controlled her Flying Broom and arrived in front of this Divine Tree, wanting to see if she could find any method to take this tree away.