Chapter 533

Rod noticed a slight touch at the toe of his shoe.

Looking down, he saw Pamelaia kissing him in a humble and devout manner.

He stepped back to dodge.

"Don't touch me."

Pamelaia immediately showed extreme panic and helplessness.

She frantically kowtowed.

Her head struck the blood-stained floor with a thud: "Sorry, sorry, sorry, my lord, I'm sorry. Pamelaia deserves to die ten thousand times."

She was unclothed, her beautiful and graceful figure fully exposed.

Rod had no interest whatsoever.

He disliked every Dark Elf in Coral Bay.

This Dark Elf had endured prolonged torment from the 【Despair of the Soul】.

Her willpower had been completely eroded, making Rod's mental control exceptionally simple.

In just two weeks, she had already regarded Rod, who created the 'Relief Window', as a god-like deity.

Moreover, she had already decided to dedicate herself entirely to this 'deity', fulfilling everything the other demanded.

"Put on your clothes quickly and take your position at the Blood Life Pool."

"Understood... understood, Pamelaia understands."

She didn't even dare to look at Rod, keeping her head down like a child who had made a mistake, utterly humble.

Rod felt no emotional fluctuation regarding this.

Even though she appeared pitiful.

An enemy is an enemy; the opposing camps cannot be changed. Showing mercy to them is cruelty to one's own people.

Every single Dark Elf in Coral Bay, he wanted to kill them all without exception.

Pamelaia quickly put on a plain long dress, not even having time to wear shoes, and opened the door.

Outside was a corridor dominated by plain white walls and simple sketches.

It was obvious this was where the nobles lived before Coral Bay was captured.

Rod glanced over.

Dust and garbage piled up on both sides of the walkway, scratches on the white walls, and blood sacrifices.

No one cleaned.

No one handled it.

Hiring someone to clean was an extremely simple matter.

Even outside the leader's room of the Nightshade Clan, it was like this.

One could imagine what situation Coral Bay was currently in.

"Where are the original residents of Coral Bay?"

"Reply, my lord: In the process of searching for the bloodline nodes, all the residents of Coral Bay were sacrificed one month ago; only a small number of miscellaneous workers remain."

"Hmph, continue walking."

"Understood."

The two walked one after the other down the corridor.

The corridor was long, and there were still many rooms.

Before long, the sound of footsteps attracted others' attention.

However, the Dark Elves still in the rooms were obviously novices who didn't even qualify for the battlefield.

Perhaps they were simply General Aurelio's wives.

Rod didn't avoid the possibility that they would inform others upon resurrection; he directly cut them down one by one with a single sword strike.

Pamelaia naturally dared not object.

She coldly watched her companions die one by one, her eyes daring only to look at Rod's boots.

She also dared only to please Rod as much as possible.

She pointed to the room ahead.

"My lord... Aurelio has collected some treasures here; I wonder if my lord might find them worthy..."

Treasures?

Rod raised an eyebrow.

Since he was already here, and the situation on the battlefield was still acceptable, a little extra time didn't matter.

He wasn't afraid of Pamelaia lying; he directly pushed open the indicated room.

— Inside was an ordinary bedroom.

Tables, chairs, sofas, wardrobes, and a large bed inside.

The large bed was blocked by a curtain that isolated magic.

On the tables, sofas, and carpet, various crystals, scrolls, essences, and elemental fragments emitting spiritual fluctuations were scattered about.

There wasn't a single Jin Along.

So naturally, it lacked the powerful visual impact of the Red Dragon Vault.

Rod was someone who had seen grand scenes; he showed no expression.

Plus, a certain Forest Warden had a narrow vision; he couldn't recognize most of them, so naturally, there was no fluctuation.

"Oh? Life Essence? Millennium Tree Heart?"

"Oh? Essence of Life? Thousand-Year Heartwood?"

Rod glanced over and immediately recognized those two items.

Previously, the half-deer Miss Xiao Ke had spent twenty years of her lifespan for a prophecy, so he had been searching for the two main ingredients of the 'Spring of Life Potion.'

He had wandered through the Mage Control Alliance's Deep Water City without finding them, never expecting to spot them here.

Nothing more to say.

Happily accepted.

He tucked the items into his spell pouch while crushing an elemental shard.

Elemental shards carry a large amount of spiritual essence, and absorbing them can increase spiritual accumulation.

He had seen plenty of them in the Mage Control Alliance, but they were ridiculously expensive — the returns simply couldn't keep up with the expenditure.

Besides, this thing could only be considered raw material; it worked better when used to brew magic potions, otherwise the spiritual essence was too crude and would harm the body.

Rod, however, didn't mind much.

The two healing domains — Verdant Field and Plague Domain — made his body tough enough to take it.

Another thing—

During the battle between the giant dragon and Aurelio, perhaps because his mood was so exhilarated, his spiritual accumulation had broken through again.

He wasn't far from the high segment of the seventh tier.

He planned to break through in one go.

"Who? Who's there?!"

Suddenly, the large bed blocked by the mana-isolating curtain called out.

The voice was wary yet plaintive.

One could tell at once she was a gentle girl with a tolerant disposition.

Rod looked at Pamela, who answered in panic: "This is a Young Lady druid from the Balance Association. She came to Coral Bay a few months ago to mediate the tensions in the Dusk Hills. Aurelio wanted to take her as his wife, but she refused, so he could only keep her imprisoned here."

Oh.

Now that he heard it, Rod remembered.

The half-wolf druid Olga from the Eucalyptus District had mentioned this matter.

Honestly, he had quite a deep impression of it, after all a batch of siren maidens had died for no reason.

Running into her now, he could take her along as a matter of convenience.

So he strode forward.

He straightforwardly declared himself a friend of Olga's and expressed his willingness to help her leave Coral Bay.

The other party was silent for a moment.

Slowly, she drew back the curtain, revealing a fair, gentle face.

A pair of horizontal pupils, hard to read, were strikingly captivating; a pair of curved ram horns were hidden within her brown, beautiful hair.

Half-sheep-folk?

Rod was slightly surprised.

It was his first time seeing a half-sheep-folk; even when he'd wandered around Deep Water City back then, he hadn't seen one.

He'd heard this race was mostly distributed on the eastern part of the continent; whether the Sword Coast region or the Adaptation Zone, both were firmly in the west.

"Really?"

She looked at Rod warily.

"Olga mentioned you to me. You're Miss Miss Ainala, right?"

Miss Miss Ainala's eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded.

Then she frowned: "But I can't leave. I have to stay here to mediate the war-fever in Coral Bay."

"Obviously you're a step behind — Shi Ying Town's army is currently fighting the dark elves of Coral Bay right now, otherwise I wouldn't have snuck in, would I?"

"What?!"

The girl turned pale with shock, flung the curtain fully aside, and leapt off the bed.

She wore a beige jacket that reached down to her hips, looking like a short dress.

Her lower half was a pair of goat legs and hooves with brown fur, just like a goat's.

So it didn't look revealing; rather, it gave a snugly wrapped feeling.

And on her left foot, there was a shackle.

She simply lifted her foot and easily broke free of it.

"Quick! I'll go with you, to find Aurelio! I can persuade him to stop the attack and the killing! I can stop this war!"

Persuade Aurelio to stop his killing and attack?

Rod shrugged, indifferent to her misunderstanding.

Miss Miss Ainala spotted the dark elf Pamela and immediately grew wary: "I recognize you — you're Aurelio's new wife."

"Once was."

Pamela replied with lifeless eyes.

Rod waved his hand: "She's on our side now. By the way, my name is Rod."

The addition of a temporary companion didn't affect his journey.

Soon.

Led by Pamela, Rod and the half-sheep-folk Miss Miss Ainala left the building.

This building, clearly a noble's manor, carried soundproofing and visual-beautification spell rituals, and was located in the deep district of Coral Bay.

See—

The moment they stepped out into the courtyard overgrown with wild vegetation.

The earth-shaking clamor and the booming sounds of spells erupting from afar drilled into the ears of the three in succession.

At the same time, the air was thick with the scent of decay and death.

Unlike the stunned Elara, Rod turned his head to look at the street before him.

A desolate, squalid road severely lacking in cleaning.

Dried bloodstains, eerie black vines, and makeshift altars everywhere.

Bones, bones, bones.

Ineffective runes, as if recording deaths from a month ago, were crazily carved onto the surfaces of all buildings, still emitting a dim purple light.

This was already a dead city.

The Dark Elves, having lost their qualification for advancement and the guidance of the Grand Duke, showed no signs of training troops or organizing the city.

One didn't need to think to know.

These creatures had been hiding in luxurious buildings during this time, repeating orgy after orgy.

"Coral Bay is under attack?"

The half-satyr Elara looked at Rod in shock. "Mr. Rod, this is not what you said."

"I said nothing."

"Why would Shi Ying Town commit such suicidal behavior? The Dark Elf necromancers can resurrect via the Blood Life Pool, endless and infinite, guarded by two great dragons; they are simply not an opponent ordinary towns can deal with!"

She was extremely anxious. "Mr. Rod, do you know who the leader on the Shi Ying Town side is?! It doesn't matter if you don't know; just give me a name! I must go find him to talk and stop this war!"

At that moment.

A deafening, ear-piercing roar echoed through the clouds from the distant sky.

Buzzing, it grabbed the attention of the three.

Then they saw a huge magical image appear in the sky.

— A lone, massive, grotesque pruning shear stuck upright in the ground, its background a landscape of utter devastation.

"I am Tashaya, leader of the Blood Thorns!!!"

A arrogant woman's voice, amplified by magic, roared, deafeningly loud:

"Hereby declared!!! Bandit Rod is executed! Surrender and live! Lay down your weapons, and I will spare your lives!!!"

"Hereby declared."

"Hereby declared."

She said it three times in a row, wildly and with certainty.

To be honest.

It really scared a few timid little ones.

The half-centaur Miss Xiao Ke, the pony-girl Little Little Bangde, and the arachne Watching Yuna all frantically sent inquiries via the 【Chain of Far Speech】.

Rod could only reply uniformly in the group chat.

The banshee Chris was a treacherous fellow; she actually dared to ask, "Master, where did you die? I'll go wail."

"R-Rod?"

The half-satyr Elara looked at him in confusion.

But she immediately shook her head.

The name Rod was still quite common.

It wasn't strange for it to appear on both a thief who sneaked in to steal amidst the war and a foolish leader of Shi Ying Town who started a war.

(End of this chapter)