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

Chapter 78 78. Elves encounter bone meal? Plant trees! Plant trees!
Excited.

For the current Winged Clan, this is the only word that can describe their current mood.

Once upon a time, the Winged Tribe, not trusted by the Elves, charged into the Demon Tribe's front line alone without weapons, and their centuries of heritage were wiped out.

They did not blame the elves. After all, something like that had happened at that time, and the elves' reaction was understandable.

But there will still be some resentment.

Now, aren’t the elves known as the number one archer tribe on the continent?

Compare with their Winged Clan and see whether their bows and arrows are stronger, or the divine bow bestowed by Dawn is more powerful!
These elves are all strong, but now that they have drunk the alchemy potion, they are not much worse than them.

In addition to the equipment from the MC world, there is also the advantage of numbers.

If a conflict really happens, I will definitely win.

Fishley raised her hand to stop Kalifa and the others, then slowly stepped forward.

"We don't mean any harm."

"I don't remember the elves' territory being close to Treetop City. What are you doing all the way here?"

The Winged Warrior was not moved by Fishley's exquisite appearance at all and looked at her expressionlessly.

Fishley didn't hesitate and said decisively:
"Half a month ago, the King of the Principality of Birka sought help from our elves, claiming that new demons had appeared in Treetop City."

"My tribe sent me here to investigate the situation. However, the demons in Treetop City are more troublesome than we imagined. I returned to my tribe to gather people."

"But the demons in Treetop City..."

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the elven druid mage, Fishley Alinejna."

But what surprised Fishley was that the identity of the druid mage who had always been successful encountered difficulties for the first time today.

The Winged Warrior in front of him remained unmoved, and just whispered a few words to the Vatican soldiers around him.

He turned to look at Fishley, and his expression was no longer tense.

He waved his hand to signal the Winged Clan army in the sky to put away their bows and arrows, and said:

"That's true, but you don't need to worry about the demons in Treetop City."

"Under the great dawn and the protection of His Holiness the Pope, all devout believers have been restored and the zombie crisis has been resolved."

Seeing that the other party was no longer aggressive, Fishley breathed a sigh of relief and said softly:

"can we talk?"

"No need, we still need to inspect Canopy City."

The Winged Warrior put away his longbow and his expression softened.

"I'm sorry, the battle in Treetop City has just ended, and the war alert hasn't been lifted yet. You've sneaked into Treetop City in secret, so we have to be vigilant."

"Although the zombie plague in Treetop City has been lifted, I still want to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the people of Treetop City."

In any case, at least the elves really want to fight against the demons.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles from the Elf Forest to this remote place upon hearing the news of a new species of demon.

This attitude is still worthy of respect.

Seeing that this Winged Warrior was quite easy to talk to, Fishley breathed a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of the tense atmosphere to dissipate, she hurriedly asked:

"It was the Cleveland and Lehman families who asked us for help. Now they are..."

The Winged Clan warrior said calmly:
"The people of these two families are extremely evil. They feed the infected zombies with innocent people and transport them to the starting point of the holy land."

"Dawn was furious and ordered us to attack Treecrown City. These two families no longer exist."

Fishley didn't say anything. After all, she thought Cleveland and Lehman were not good people at the time.

only……

"Feeding zombies with innocent people...it's truly something a human noble could do."

Khalifa sneered and mocked.

The Winged Warrior said nothing more, but flapped his wings and flew up, saying slowly:

"Thank you for coming all this way, but the battle of Treetop City has just been settled, and we have a lot of official business to attend to. We don't have time to entertain you."

"May the dawn protect you. Next time you come to Treetop City, don't do things that could easily lead to misunderstandings."

Fishley felt a little embarrassed, as she could understand the feelings of the Winged Warriors.

They had just finished a war a few days ago and resolved the crisis with the demons, when suddenly a group of powerful elves arrived and stationed not far outside the city.

That would have been fine, but these elves sneaked into the city to gather information.

If it were her, she would also suspect that the elves were here to take advantage of her.

Suddenly, Fishley remembered something and said hurriedly:
"Friends of the Winged Tribe, how exactly did you manage to restore those humans who were infected and corrupted by the demons?"

"Naturally, it is the blessing of the dawn."

"Dawn... Can you tell me about your Dawn Cult? This is very important for our Hundred Races Alliance to fight against the demons!"

The Winged Warrior paused, and then a fanatical voice came into Fishley's ears.

"The Dawn is the most benevolent and merciful Lord, our merciful and gentle Father! The great Dawn Religion cannot be fully described in a few words. If you are not anxious to return to the Elves, then go east."

"There is a city full of miracles there. It is our holy land and the place where our great and kind Pope performs the dawn of mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Winged Clan and the Vatican Army disappeared without a trace.

After the domineering military aura dissipated, Henderson and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from their sweat.

"When did the human race have such powerful heavy cavalry? And the Winged Tribe, don't they... where do they get so many bows and arrows?"

Khalifa, standing aside, said nothing, just staring blankly at the big hole on the ground.

The Winged Clan warrior was far inferior to her in strength, but...

The arrow just now gave her a feeling that even if she blocked it, she would surely die.

eccentric!
The army of the Dawn Cult exudes a strange atmosphere everywhere.

Fortunately, judging from the military, the people of the Dawn Cult should be easy to talk to.

"Master Fishley, what should we do?"

Kalifa came back to her senses, leaned over to Fishley and asked in a low voice.

Fishley said nothing, but just rode her Cloud Wing Pegasus and flew eastward.

"Go and see!"

Now, Kalifa was a little anxious. She blew a whistle, and a blue magic circle flashed under her feet. She jumped high and landed on a tall cloud-winged Pegasus.

"Lord Fishley, that is the mysterious headquarters of the Cult of Dawn!"

"If they can leave such a formidable army in Treetop City, how strong can they be at their headquarters?"

"Even if you want to go and see it, you should bring more people with you!"

Fishley nodded silently, and after a while, she opened her red lips.

"I see……"

But she couldn't wait any longer.

Kalifa and the others didn't know, but Fishley, a druid and a reserve sage, knew. During the Fourth War Against Demons, a large number of elven sages and queens, while besieging the main force of the Greedy King's army, unfortunately encountered the Greedy King, Grady.

Grady appeared and used only one forbidden spell to seriously injure the queen and dozens of wise men, and the elven army was also defeated.

This is not the most terrible.

When the elves returned to the Elf Forest and gathered near the Ancient Tree of Life to heal their injuries, the aftereffects of the forbidden spell called "Shadow of Endless Greed" broke out.

The ancient tree of life was severely affected.

As for the specific manifestations...

Fishley glanced at Khalifa beside her calmly.

Some of the elves born after the Fourth War have bronze skin, just like Kalifa.

Moreover, the speed at which the Ancient Tree of Life gave birth to the elves has also slowed down a lot. To this day, the elves can still be said to be in a state of severe damage.

Production of eau-de-vie has also declined.

Although the impact seems to be insignificant at the moment, Fishley, as a druid, can feel the weakness of the Ancient of Life.

This is also the secret that the Elf Queen and the wise men are most worried about now.

The Ancient Tree of Life is related to the foundation of the elves. All elves are nurtured by the Ancient Tree of Life. Once the Ancient Tree of Life has problems, the elves will be doomed to extinction.

The zombies in Treetop City, beings that have degenerated into demons, should all be dead in the eyes of the entire continent.

But somehow, he came back to life and was still alive and kicking.

This might be the best opportunity, Fishley felt, if there was any way to resolve the current crisis of the Ancient Tree of Life.

perhaps……

There is only this miraculous Dawn Cult.

Anxiously waiting, Fishley rode her horse and flew to the starting point with the elven warriors.

With the speed of Yunyi Pegasus, they finally arrived here after half a day.

Gazing from the air, the magnificent and pure white city instantly struck the elves' hearts like a hammer of Thor.

The sound of devout prayers floated in the air.

As they watched, they inexplicably felt a sense of awe and piety in their hearts.

Carefully control the Yunyi Pegasus to land.

Slow down your pace and walk towards the city step by step.

The closer they got, the more the sacred and evil-frightening aura made them even hold back their breathing.

Finally, they stood under the city gate.

Looking up at this twenty-meter-high, indestructible pure white wall, a feeling of insignificance came over me.

"It's as if some great being is looking down upon us with kindness..."

Lan Luo couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

Even though the elves believed in and worshipped ancient trees of life, he couldn't help but make the same prayer gesture he had seen the people of Treetop City do before.

"Dawn... This is the holy land of the Dawn Cult..."

Fishley took a deep breath, her eyes full of anticipation.

She became more and more convinced that there was a way to solve the elves' troubles, and turned back and said:
"Take off your hood and walk into the city openly. No loud noises are allowed and you must be respectful."

"Yes!"

A group of more than 80 people walked slowly into the city. After a few steps, they found that even shoes covered in mud could not leave a trace on the white ground.

magical!

What a magical city this is!
Fishley became more and more excited, and suddenly, she noticed a figure in a white robe standing in the farmland not far away.

With an idea in mind, he led his men to approach quickly.

"Sir..."

Before he could finish his words, the Vatican soldiers around the old man quickly stepped forward to stop them.

"Don't make any noise. Father Matthew is communicating with the Great Dawn, praying for a miracle to happen!"

"miracle?"

Fishley finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Does God really exist in this world? Can God really perform miracles?"

No one answered her, but in full view of everyone, old Matthew slowly opened his eyes.

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.”

“Give us this day our daily bread.”

"For you alone, O Lord, enable us to dwell in hope."

"Glory to the Lord and to the Father and to His Holiness the Pope, now and ever and to the ages of ages."

"The dawn will last forever!"

A devout prayer came out of Matthew's mouth.

Green spots of light floated from his wide sleeves, falling on the ground, on the soil, and on the seeds.

So, the elves were in an indescribable state of shock.

On the earth, crops turned into a golden harvest in the blink of an eye.

Matthew walked and prayed all the way.

Thus, the miracle of harvest was repeated before our eyes again and again.

ten minutes.

Matthew walked all over the vast farmland in front of him, and the land was full of crops.

"miracle……"

Fishley pinched her arm hard, and the stinging pain confirmed that she was not dreaming.

Druids do have this ability, but...

Even the most powerful druid wizard of the elves cannot make crops mature instantly in such a short time.

Not to mention the area is so large!
"miracle!"

Fishley's tone gradually became firm, resolute and hopeful.

"This is a miracle! There really is a God in this world!"

"Yes, a child from a foreign land."

Old Matthew approached with a gentle smile.

"God is always there, and his name is Dawn."

(End of this chapter)