Chapter 203

Negris's whole heart was twisted, because it thought of a terrible possibility. The God of Life regarded the elves as one of the countless living beings that coexist with it. Would it specifically tell the elves that it was going to sleep?

Would anyone say 'I'm going to sleep' to the little gecko in the corner of their house?

Probably not. If it didn't say it, would these elves think that it was these people who caused the current change in the God of Life?

A Nightblade elf ran out of the treasure cave and reported loudly: "Your Majesty, all the things in the ancient treasury are gone."

Negris suddenly felt like it couldn't be washed clean even with holy water.

Sure enough, Galad was furious and said gritting her teeth: "You killed the God of Life for these treasures?"

Negris said with a bitter face: "I said the God of Life is fine, it just fell asleep, do you believe it?"

Galad sneered and said: "Do you think I will believe it?"

"I'll call it up to explain to you. Hey, hey, wake up, wake up." Negris stomped its feet hard, but such a behemoth, really asleep, how can it be awakened casually?

When ordinary people sleep, will they be awakened by the stomping of ants? No, at least you have to saw off a few of its branches, but they obviously don't have much chance to saw anything.

Anthony didn't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but he moved, and swish, the whole space went dark, as if night had suddenly descended. Ang felt that the fire elements, wind elements, and light elements around him all stopped, as if they were imprisoned by something.

This power of imprisonment came from the beautiful female elf behind Galad. She was in a white robe, close-fitting and obedient, outlining her concave and convex body, with long silver hair, tall stature, fair skin, eyes closed, standing in the air, like a beautiful goddess.

Negris swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at this female elf in shock, and said with difficulty: "Forbidden... Forbidden Magic Domain, who is she?"

Anthony also swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "The nemesis of mages, the dead land of elements, Truth Mage, Aistoria."

"So many titles, we are dead" Negris smiled bitterly: "Are the elves' trump cards so perverted? Can someone master the Forbidden Magic Domain?"

"No, it's almost perverted, her eyes are blind." Anthony said in a low voice.

"Ah?" Negris looked at Aistoria again after hearing this. It originally thought she was so arrogant that she didn't bother to look at people. It turned out she was a blind person.

The Forbidden Magic Domain forbade all elements, and even light couldn't shine in, let alone teleport away. Even if Anthony opened the Holy Protection Art now, it was impossible to teleport away.

Galad shouted angrily: "Catch them, kill them on the spot if they resist!"

The Tree of Life is dead, the elf's god is dead. The angry elves didn't chop them into pieces on the spot, which was already very restrained.

But Ang couldn't let them catch him, bending over slightly and preparing to transform, but was pulled by Anthony.

Anthony said directly in his soul: "My lord, cooperate with me to act."

Ang tilted his head puzzledly, but saw Anthony holding the small sapling on his head, raising it above his head, and shouting sternly: "Retreat immediately, or I will throw it to death!"

The small sapling was moved away from Ang's head, a bit blank, but it soon found a new target, waving its branches and leaves at Galad: Harder—grow—harder—grow—

The small sapling was on Ang's head. Everyone just felt strange. A skeleton with a flower pot, what does it mean?

But now the small sapling emitted information, and Galad immediately realized something, her whole body shuddered: "Tree of Life?! Be careful!"

"Retreat! Or I'll throw it!" Anthony roared 'viciously.'

"Don't, don't, don't, be careful, be careful, we retreat, you be careful." Galad was excited, worried, and anxious, hurriedly answering messily, retreating step by step.

The others were the same, except Aistoria who didn't move.

Kalandair, who transformed into a giant eagle, and Galad looked at each other, both seeing surprise and excitement in each other's eyes. Tree of Life, a newborn Tree of Life.

God, the World Tree that has never been able to grow consciousness made them a bit desperate. I didn't expect to suddenly see a small Tree of Life. Could it be the reincarnation of the God of Life?

"Let go of the Tree of Life, otherwise you will become the enemy of all elves. We will spare no cost to find you and hang you." Galad shouted loudly.

"Shut up, let her cancel the Forbidden Magic Domain, otherwise I will throw it to death, hurry up, or I will pinch off its leaves." Anthony shouted.

Galad panted, her eyes about to spray fire, staring at Anthony.

Anthony had a firm look, slowly reaching his hand toward the small sapling in the flower pot, but in fact, he was panicked, quickly asking Ang through his soul: "My lord, can it grow back if I pinch off one or two leaves?"

Ang responded somewhat uncertainly: "Don't know."

Fortunately, there was no need to try this kind of thing. Just when Anthony's fingers were about to touch the small sapling, Galad's silver teeth were about to break, and she jumped out word by word: "Aist, cancel the Forbidden Magic Domain."

The space that fell into darkness restored light, and all elements flowed again. Aistoria turned her head toward Anthony's direction. Her closed eyes seemed to be looking at something. Anthony immediately felt a thought focusing on him.

Anthony's finger pointed at the small sapling.

Few people touch the small sapling, except Ang. The small sapling curiously sensed the finger that touched it, slowly raising its leaves and pointing at Anthony's fingertip.

Anthony felt a chill seeping in from the place where it touched.

I don't know what aura it is, but it feels quite comfortable. However, Anthony didn't have time to explore for the time being, but glared back at Aistoria without showing any weakness.

Aistoria nodded, with an expression of 'I remember you,' and retreated.

Anthony hurriedly hugged the small sapling into his arms. He was actually afraid that he would accidentally drop the small sapling. The fierceness just now was just for the elves to see.

Confirming that he hugged the flower pot tightly, Anthony said loudly:

"First, the Tree of Life is not dead. We found the medicine to cure its withering disease. It has been sprinkled into the soil. Because the medicine took effect, it fell into a deep sleep." Speaking of this, Anthony turned his head and said quickly: "Throw that branch to them, and then, my lord, do you have teleportation scrolls?"

Negris hurriedly threw the branch it had cut before, and said at the same time: "You really asked the right person, Ang, take out the scrolls."

Ang took out a large handful of scrolls, one for each person, even Lightning had one.

However, at this moment, Lightning's mother poked her head out and shouted sternly: "Lightning, come back! This is not a joke. They killed the God of Life, and the elves will not let them go. You come back quickly, I can plead with Her Majesty, come back quickly."

Lightning curled its lips: "I already said, the God of Life is not dead. These elves like to think wildly and be surprised all day long. They were originally kind enough to help but were treated as enemies. They are too self-righteous. The God of Life doesn't like them."

While speaking, Lightning clamped the scroll between its two hooves and bit it open neatly with its mouth.

This bite represented that it chose Ang's camp. If the misunderstanding could not be cleared up, it also meant that it had completely broken with its mother, and would become an enemy relationship in the future, never to return.

Everyone tore open the teleportation scrolls one after another. Taking advantage of the time when the scrolls were activated, Anthony continued: "Second, we saved the God of Life, but you treated us like this. When the God of Life wakes up, I will ask it to punish you."

"Third, this is a small sapling, our partner, not your Tree of Life."

"Fourth, we are not afraid of fighting, but we hate misunderstanding. We will let you go this time. Wait until you find out the truth of the matter, and then come to apologize to us."

Following Anthony's words, the teleportation scrolls were activated one after another, and white light exploded, swallowing everyone one by one.

A pile of elves surrounded them, but could only watch Ang's group teleport away one by one. The last one was Anthony, and the small sapling in his hand.

The elves looked at each other, at a loss. After a long while, Galad first landed on the platform, Kalandair followed, and changed from a giant eagle back to the appearance of a graceful young woman.

The three archer elves also landed, and then Aistoria.

Kalandair was the first to speak: "That small sapling is really the Tree of Life. I sensed the surging vitality on it. It is full of curiosity about the world. It won't be the reincarnation of the God of Life, but a newborn Tree of Life."

Kalandair was extremely excited: "I know what a newborn Tree of Life is like. It turns out it is in this form. It's too cute. It waved at us... waved its leaves. Did you see it? Did you see it?"

Galad was troubled by another more important question and had no time to pay attention to the High Priest, but asked Aistoria: "Aist, do you think what they said is credible? Is the God of Life really not dead?"

"Credible, the God of Life is not so easy to die. If it was really killed by them, and they could kill the God of Life silently within our perception range, their strength definitely exceeds our imagination." Aistoria closed her eyes and responded flatly and quietly.

"But, the leaves have all fallen. I have never seen the God of Life bald. Is it not dead like this?" Galad looked at Kalandair and asked.

Kalandair responded hesitantly: "Theoretically, falling leaves doesn't necessarily mean death. In winter, the temperature drops, and many plants will fall leaves and hibernate to reduce water evaporation. But whether the God of Life will die, I don't know. It often doesn't respond to my prayers. Now I don't know if it doesn't want to pay attention to me or if it's really hibernating, or dead."

Just at this moment, a Chimera knight flew up and reported: "Some powder was found on the ground, it should have been sprinkled not long ago." While speaking, he presented a little bit of powder.

Galad picked up a little to check and muttered: "Could it be that they were really treating the God of Life? Is this medicinal powder?"

"It could also be poison." Aistoria said hit the nail on the head.

Yes, it can be medicine, or it can be poison. Who dares to be sure that they were really applying medicine, not poisoning?

Galad picked up the branch thrown by the other party again, and there were no signs of disease on it.

"Maybe it was just cut from a healthy place on the God of Life, the fracture is still very fresh." Aistoria said.

Yes, a branch doesn't explain anything. They can't distinguish whether a branch was just cut from the body or cut from the body a long time ago and cured, like the God of Life.

"Then what should we do now?" As a Queen, Galad's decision-making ability is unquestionable, but now she is also a bit at a loss.

"Find them, control them, entertain them well, wait for the God of Life to wake up. If the God of Life can wake up, you apologize to them. If the God of Life cannot wake up, bury them in the soil as fertilizer." Aistoria said indifferently.

Kalandair hesitated: "Is this good? What if they were really here to save the God of Life."

"The Tree of Life cannot fall into the hands of others. The Tree of Life belongs to the elves." Aistoria's tone carried a sense of course.

This also woke Galad up: "Yes, the Tree of Life cannot fall into the hands of outsiders. It belongs to the elves. Move, even if they hide in the abyss, find them."

Galad turned over and rode on the giant unicorn, stepping into the air and leaving. Aistoria seemed to be supported by an invisible hand, drifting into the distance.

Three archer elves bent their bows and shot an arrow into the distance. A rope dragged behind the arrow. The moment the arrow was shot, they pulled the rope at the same time, dragging themselves into the sky with the power of the arrow.

Kalandair looked at the companions who were leaving one after another, and suddenly sighed leisurely: "Is it because of this that Lightning said the God of Life doesn't like elves?"

After speaking, Kalandair did a backflip, and the delicate elf young woman turned into a giant eagle, soaring into the sky and chasing Galad.

Not long after, the giant whistling arrows shot into the sky, and the entire elf forest boiled again.

The abnormality of the elves aroused the vigilance of humans. The high-level officials of all countries contacted each other, asking each other: Do you have any inside information, what are the elves going crazy about again?

This is the second time the elves have gone crazy in the last two years, with a posture of launching a plane war, making everyone uneasy.

However, soon, human countries received diplomatic notes from the elves: "Our goal is the abyss wanderers in the desert. Please don't panic, stay calm and restrained, don't protect the abyss wanderers, otherwise it will be regarded as an enemy of the elves."

No one is willing to be an enemy of the elves for a group of abyss wanderers, especially after seeing the elf's lineup. Unless all humans on the continent unite, don't think about blocking this force.

Chimera Corps, Pterosaur Corps, Unicorn Corps, Giant Horned Deer Cavalry Corps, Elf Mage Corps, Magic Chariot Troops, almost all the high-end combat power of the elves were dispatched.

What's more terrible is that the elves summoned all their Truth Mages and Arcane Mages, including three Truth Mages including Aistoria and more than a dozen Arcane Mages.

Carrying this force capable of fighting plane wars, Galad arrived at Dragonfall Lake. Fale presented a letter tremblingly. As soon as he opened the envelope and saw the first sentence, Galad was immediately angry and laughed.