He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 105 105. Yes, Your Majesty the Elf Queen, I have joined the religion!
North of the western part of the Hundred Races Alliance.

This is a dense jungle that stretches for nearly two thousand kilometers.

The concept of two thousand kilometers is also easy to convert and compare.

The Qinling Mountains, known as one of the dragon veins of China and the climate dividing line between the north and the south, are only about 1,600 kilometers long in a narrow sense.

However, unlike the Qinling Mountains, this jungle does not have any obvious high mountains. In a narrow sense, it is a jungle plain.

This plain is not only a safe area that no demon has ever reached since the demon invasion of Rodri Continent.

It is also a well-known restricted area of ​​the Hundred Races Alliance.

In the vast jungle stretching for two thousand kilometers, there are less than one hundred thousand elves living there.

The elves are the only two ethnic groups in the Rodri continent that did not retreat or change their territory after the invasion of the demons.

The other is the dragon clan. Dragon Island has always been in the sea at the extreme west of the Rodri continent and is known as the edge of the world.

This jungle is the so-called Elf Forest.

The closer you are to the center of the forest, the taller the trees grow.

Unknown trees as high as a hundred meters are everywhere in the central area, which is the city where the elves live.

Of course, due to the elves' reverence for nature, breaking up the land and building a city is absolutely impossible.

The so-called city is a group of beautiful and harmonious tree houses.

Green and environmentally friendly housing is what the elves pursue.

Ok……

A natural born environmentalist.

And in a dome palace wrapped in green vines.

Fishley had been on a long journey for nearly a week, almost crossing the territory of the Hundred Races Alliance. She had just returned and had rushed here without even taking a rest.

After passing through the protection of many more powerful elven warriors and magicians, Fishley soon stood in front of a portal decorated with exotic flowers and plants.

Before I knocked, the door opened naturally. From the white light curtain behind the door, a refreshing floral fragrance was heard along with a warm and soft ethereal female voice.

"Welcome back, Fishley."

Fishley quickly crossed the light curtain and her figure disappeared. The door gradually closed and finally disappeared into the air.

……

Walking through the mossy path, Fishley soon saw the big tree with its trunk full of traces of vicissitudes and time.

Green fruits hang from the dense treetops, and with every breath, the fruits emit a flickering light.

To others, it is just a glowing fruit. Some jokingly call it the hanging lantern of this tree.

And in Fishley's eyes, curled up in the fruit were newborn elves one after another.

That is the hope of the elves and the supreme source of life for the elves.

Ancient tree of life.

But this tree, which looked full of life, made Fishley feel increasingly weak.

Fishley clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and bowed deeply to the Ancient Tree of Life.

When she stood up, she saw a handsome young man in an emerald green robe holding a thick wooden staff with bronze spiral patterns.

But this young man who looks so youthful and full of life, in Fishley's mouth, is...

"Grandpa Rock, I'm back."

The elf in front of him was already the oldest druid wizard in the entire tribe, an elf sage who had lived for more than 800 years.

He is also the strongest person among the elves, second only to the Queen.

Elves do not age throughout their lives until they are almost dead, at which point they begin to age in just one day.

However, there hasn't been an elf who died of natural causes for hundreds of years.

This also means that in the past hundred years, no elf has been able to enjoy a peaceful old age.

"How is the Ancient Tree of Life doing recently?"

Fishley looked at the tall ancient tree of life with some concern. Rock shook his head and sighed:
"It's still the same. When you were out these few days, a new demonless person was born..."

Hearing this, Fishley's pretty brows frowned slightly.

She didn't like the name of the Magicless One. In her eyes, even the elves with dark skin were close members of the tribe.

The elves, the most intelligent race, should least have such prejudice.

"The Queen is waiting for you, go."

Rock didn't say much. After saying this, his figure turned into green leaves and disappeared one by one.

Fishley sighed, turned around and walked in the direction of a fluttering green leaf.

Soon, he saw the Queen sitting in a quiet and elegant pavilion, gazing at the ancient tree of life.

The queen was dressed in a plain emerald green dress and wore an emerald green crown. Her skin was green all over, and it seemed as if it was glowing.

Compared to Fishley, the Elf Queen has a more mature charm.

Judging from the back, she is indeed a goddess who brings disaster to the country and the people.

"Queen!"

"Sit down and talk."

The ethereal voice entered Fishley's ears, with a natural rhythm, soothing the impatience in Fishley's heart.

"Henderson and the others didn't come back with you. Did something happen?"

The Elf Queen waved gently, and a butterfly carried a petal to Fishley's cup. Canary then flew over with a kettle to pour tea. "Thank you, Queen."

Fishley took a sip of the teacup and said seriously:

"I have particularly important discoveries and intelligence that I need to report back quickly. Henderson and the others are staying over there and are not in danger."

The Elf Queen glanced sideways at Fishley, her gaze even more ethereal than her voice.

"Is there a problem with that new breed of demons? Or is it that it can't be solved?"

"It has been completely resolved!"

Fishley pursed her lips and continued:
"However, by the time we arrived, those demons had already been dealt with."

The Elf Queen became interested and asked curiously:

"Has the demonic plague been eradicated?"

"No, quite the opposite!"

Fishley took a deep breath and said seriously:

"Your Majesty, do you believe that a life transformed into a dead spirit by the demons can be restored to its original form without any sequelae?"

The Elf Queen frowned slightly, and after a while she said:
"In the two hundred years since the demons invaded the Rodri continent, something like this has never happened before. It's a miracle equivalent to resurrection from the dead... No, it should be called a miracle."

"That's exactly what I was saying, Your Majesty!"

Fishley paused, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

"The world of Rodriguez is about to change! I...we, have witnessed the coming of God with our own eyes!"

"what?!"

The Elf Queen always remains calm even when facing a mountain collapse, and even when playing against the demon army, she is as relaxed as strolling in the garden.

For the first time, Fishley saw the surprise on her face.

……

Fishley wasted no time and quickly organized her words to tell him all the miracles she had seen at the starting point a few days ago.

From the first encounter with the Cult of the Dawn in Treetop City to witnessing countless miracles and legends at the starting point.

From Ian summoning the Ender Dragon to instantly annihilate an entire small abyss of demons, to everything I talked about with Ian after meeting him.

Fishley told the Elf Queen as briefly and concisely as possible.

In order to save time, Fishley has already weakened the shock brought by those miracles.

But even so, when Fishley finished speaking with a dry mouth, the Elf Queen still held the teacup motionlessly.

After a long time, the Elf Queen came back to her senses, and her ethereal eyes flickered with complex emotions that were difficult to define.

"Fishley, are you sure that the gods worshipped by the Dawn Cult really exist?"

Fishley didn't say much. She stood up and walked to the ground beside her, dropped a seed, and then carefully took out some bone meal and scattered it.

In the blink of an eye, a vigorous tree rose from the ground.

The Elf Queen was stunned, and she narrowed her eyes slightly to check Fishley's strength.

But soon, the detection technique dissipated and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the end, she was unable to maintain a calm state of mind and had forgotten that what was happening before her was impossible to happen.

Even with her strength, she couldn't grow a big tree so quickly.

That is the authority that only the ancient tree of life possesses.

This in itself is proof of the existence of miracles.

"Your Majesty, this kind of thing happens every day in the Dawn Cult."

Fishley handed the bone meal to the Elf Queen and said seriously:

"This harvest miracle, called bone meal, bestowed by His Holiness the Pope, is used in the territory of the Dawn Cult to regularly ripen food for its believers."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fishley clearly felt a natural magic that was so powerful that she couldn't even look up to it.

The green spots of light that symbolize nature and life endlessly converge towards the bone powder. After a long time, everything seems as if nothing had happened.

The Elf Queen returned the bone meal to Fishley, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Finally, when Fishley could no longer bear the silence, the Elf Queen suddenly spoke:

"Fishley, you joined the Cult of Dawn, right?"

Fishley was stunned for a moment, then explained:
"Yes, Your Majesty. The Dawn Cult is different from the human race, and even from other races."

"Those noble individuals who have united to fight against the demons, watched over by a truly compassionate god..."

Fishley was still planning to explain a few more words to avoid upsetting the Elf Queen.

But the Elf Queen sighed lightly, stretched out her hand, and her white palm sank into the void.

When she pulled her hand back, a yellowed piece of parchment was placed in front of Fishley.

"This is the denunciation letter submitted by the Human Kingdom Alliance on behalf of the Principality of Birka not long ago."

Fishley was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked it up and looked at it for a moment.

Not long after, Fishley, who almost never lost her temper, slammed the parchment on the table.

"This is absolute nonsense! How could the Dawn Cult be colluding with the Dragon Clan?"

"Human race... Is the Principality of Birka crazy?"

(End of this chapter)