From a certain standpoint, it wasn't that the entire world was in chaos without any benefits. At the very least, our Northqian caravan's journey was now much smoother.
The fastest way to become friends with other people or factions? Everyone's common enemy would just appear.
In the past, bringing so many elves in and out of other countries' borders with floating airships as escorts was basically asking for trouble.
Even if others didn't think that we were invaders, elven hunters would make things difficult for us along the way, which would be an endless source of trouble for us. It was normal for us to stop here and there.
But now, our warnings had become reality. The Chaos Abyss was attacking us, causing all of human society to feel a mysterious sense of danger and nervousness. It was a small world. It was obviously better to be on good terms with a major Northqian country that didn't have any conflicts of interest with humans, especially one that was a major arms exporter.
It was easy to deal with the Yama King, but difficult to deal with the little demons. That was because the "Yama King" didn't really care about anything. He didn't care about these visitors who came to visit him of their own volition. He didn't strictly supervise his subordinates or set up any rules of discipline.
Now that they heard that the leader of the Mist Alliance, Lady Renée, was passing by, not only did they ask for permission to pass through, many domain lords along the way even came to greet them. Some tried to establish connections, some discussed arms deals, and so on. The elves were now able to witness the Mist Alliance's status in human society.
Of course, an elf was a tremendous amount of wealth. In some people's eyes, this caravan was like bringing a mountain of gold with it. Even if we used a floating airship Knight to escort us, there were still many who felt like they would be able to make a huge fortune. There were always all sorts of people following us. Black-clothed assassins would fly around during the day, and the thieves and spies could play mahjong on the rooftops or in the shadows.
We could only helplessly send out black and red dragons to keep up appearances. They would occasionally roar and breathe fire at the sky. Not only that, these legendary beasts were far more "convincing" than iron airships to these unaffiliated people. That night, there were far fewer onlookers … As for those who protested that it was embarrassing for them to breathe fire at the sky like a monkey show and asked for a higher salary, nobody paid any attention to them.
Once we arrived at a sparsely populated area, there would always be people who wanted to try their luck at getting rich overnight. Some large mercenary groups would usually act as mercenaries, but at this time, they would transform into bandits. It could be said that we had witnessed these lowly ambushing techniques.
There were some who set up stalls to sell "medicinal wine", some who dug up the main road to set up ambushes, and some who took advantage of the night to ambush us. The most interesting of all was that the two domain lords that we had been drinking and chatting with earlier had now become the most valuable captives of all the bandits we defeated.
After the interrogation, they found out that he was a repeat offender.
It was a taboo to be a lord during the day and a great bandit at night. If news of this got out, who would dare to live in such a territory? It was simply too shameful to be a lord like this. Not only would the lord's reputation take a hit, but even the king would be questioned.
And so, we considerately wrote a sincere letter for the sake of these domain lords' superiors, promising that we would keep this a secret for the sake of the nobles' honor. The king of that country was quite moved, and sent a large amount of treasure and food to express his "gratitude" … Cough, cough, this was all consensual. How could this be called coercion? It was obviously voluntary work for the army.
The entire mortal plane was currently in a special period of time where a storm was brewing. There were endless storms along the way, but since the human kingdoms were beginning to band together to protect each other, and since the escorting airships were quite strong, there weren't any major storms that could capsize the airships.
Half a month had passed, and I was now barely able to get out of bed. Although I still didn't have any mana left, at least I didn't have to spend all day doing work … I could swear on my hard work that I had done at least three years' worth of work during this half month. So … I decided to think of a way to rest for another three years.
I didn't intend on interfering with the Mist Alliance's administrative matters. Actually, they were doing quite well. A diligent administrative team with a stable and efficient administrative system would definitely be far more reliable than a genius who only came up with bad ideas.
My main focus was still on the war in Eich and the Mist Alliance's preparations for war. After all, I was quite an expert in this area.
However, I didn't pay much attention to the numerous battle reports that were enough to bury me alive. After all, it had nothing to do with me, so I could just ignore them. And for a long period of time, the number of battle reports would explosively increase. It would be enough for me to learn a little bit about these things that made me angry yet helpless.
The only thing that attracted my interest, or perhaps the entire mortal plane's attention, was the battle between the Bardi Empire and the undead. Five Undead Emperors had appeared together in a grand line-up. Their every action attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone was waiting for the fairies' reports and evaluations. Unfortunately, the fairies' final report was rather disappointing.
"All the Undead Emperors are rated at least five stars? They're just going to fool us like that? "
The next report I received was far too disappointing. The fairies' information was far too vague. Such an evaluation only meant that the Undead Emperors were definitely stronger than Low Gods. However, everyone knew that the Undead Emperors were even stronger than Low Gods, so such an evaluation was basically the same as saying nothing.
But when the actual battle reports came out, I knew that I couldn't blame the fairies. I could only blame the slyness of the ancient undead.
The Undead Emperors hadn't displayed any special traits or rare abilities during the battle. All they had done was continuously summon undead in a large area, and then use some normal negative energy undead magic attacks. At their most impressive, they could summon several hundred times more undead than an ordinary Undead Lord with a wave of their hand. Negative energy attack magic such as Death's Finger could be used as meteors to smash cities.
Everyone knew that the Undead Emperors were dangerous because of their special traits. This was their research domain that had reached the limits of the Creator Goddesses. Obviously, these sly ancient undead wouldn't reveal their trump cards so easily. Since the Undead Emperors were far too ancient, and they often lived in their own territories, the fairies wouldn't be able to find out what the Undead Emperors' trump cards were by simply looking up information from the past.
It was likely that it would take quite some time to find out who the Undead Emperors were. And considering how much progress the Undead Emperors had made over the years, even if they had information, it would only be a reference.
The fact that the Undead Emperors had used a sea of undead to flatten Nightrain Fortress without even being serious proved how confident the Undead Emperors were. At the very least, I personally didn't want to face them at all.
Indeed, I wanted to negotiate with the Tark Republic. If we could reach an agreement, it would save me a lot of trouble. Unfortunately, peace would only be valuable after the smoke of war. Until the Undead Emperors were certain that they wouldn't be able to achieve their goals, negotiations would be meaningless.
I closed my notebook, took a deep breath, and closed the window. The chilly air of early winter made me feel energized, but it was rather hurtful for a sick person like me who had just woken up from bed.
Keeping a diary was a habit of mine. Not only would it record the past, it would also remind me if I had done something foolish recently and if I needed to make up for it.
But right now, the most important goals in my notebook were still nowhere to be found.
"Complete the gathering of materials for the Holy Sword Dawn. I'm waiting for Beifeng's news. Considering the difference in power levels, the success rate isn't high. But why do I feel like he definitely won't fail?"
"Use Conservation as a conduit to communicate with the Tark Republic. Attempt to coexist with them — failed."
"Complete the Three Kingdoms Alliance with Bardi and Ottoman Empire, as well as the trade of weapons and food for the coming year. Completed."
However, there was an additional line at the end of this sentence. "Considering the effects of the current war, we can't count on them to fulfill their end of the agreement. We can consider asking the Nature Faction for help, but it'll be quite troublesome to owe them favors. "
"Complete the reconciliation with the surface Dragons with Halent's assistance. Failed. Those stubborn old fools always spit insults at me the moment we meet."
"Continue to attack the Holy Church's faith in the God of Holy Light and weaken his abilities. Ongoing, but I don't see any signs of him weakening."
"Help Harloys complete the establishment of the Northlands Elven Empire. Ongoing, but choosing a location is a major problem. Hopefully, it can be decided within two years."
"Complete the opening of the Ice Plane and the establishment of a new Elven Alliance …"
There were several hundred scattered missions. Most likely, every one of them would be considered an Epic-ranked Quest. However, among all the missions, there was one that was the most important and troublesome.
"Investigate Cavendish's goal.???"
This was the only mission that I had three question marks on, because I didn't even know where to start investigating.
Cavendish's whereabouts were a mystery. All I knew was that he was currently searching for the true Chaos Abyss. If I followed this clue, it might actually help him.
I had already asked the fairies, the Mage Country's Truth Symposium, and the Mist Alliance's intelligence department to investigate. However, apart from the fairies, I didn't have much hope for anyone else. Even the fairies probably wouldn't be able to find any clues.
Revive Cynthia? Not mentioning the grudge between us, I didn't believe that Cavendish would be so uncreative as to revive a Demon King to destroy the world, only to be defeated by a hero. That was such an ancient tactic. If he wanted to destroy the world, why didn't he do it himself? Besides, if he destroyed the world, everyone would die together. Who would benefit from it? I felt like those fairy tales were completely illogical.
Evolve by devouring? Even if I didn't mention the pitiful success rate, to be honest, this wasn't Karwenz's style at all. Karwenz was quite similar to me in certain aspects. He would only trust the power that he obtained bit by bit. Only something that completely belonged to him would be the most authentic. Just thinking about what he wanted to devour and what strange creature would exist in his body in the future that would merge with his flesh and blood made me feel disgusted.
At the very least, if Karwenz truly desired to become stronger at all costs, and he was even willing to use the dirty method of devouring to evolve, there would be no need for him to go through so much trouble to find the Creator Goddesses. Wouldn't it be enough if he directly went to find a Main God? Karwenz probably hadn't reached the peak yet.
Once all the possibilities were eliminated, even the most ridiculous answer would be the truth. I had a few faint guesses, but I needed information to prove them. Some possibilities made me feel like it wouldn't matter even if I didn't stop Karwenz. However, there was one possibility that made me want to stop him at all costs.
"I hope that it's not that. Cavendish wouldn't be that insane, would he …"
"… Based on your style, isn't that the one that you don't want to see the most?"
I felt rather helpless as I looked at the silly cat who was yawning next to me. She truly was a golden jinxer.
However, I was still rather grateful to her for the past few days. Ever since I used a forbidden spell and had used up all my mana and stamina, she had always stayed by my side to protect me.
What made me feel slightly sad was that even though I was so heavily injured, so many people still came to "visit" me … The truth was that there were still many people who wanted me dead.
My outer defenses were capable of dealing with ordinary weaklings, but they were unable to stop top-level powerful individuals from infiltrating me. Over the past few days, I had chased away nearly a dozen top-level powerful individuals. I had also sensed the murderous gazes of Extraordinary individuals and Gods more than ten times. If it wasn't for the fact that the Gods of Hades were also protecting us, and that both sides were restraining themselves, a God War would have begun long ago.
Only four Undead Emperors had the ability to reach me through various methods. But if it wasn't for Harloys, I probably would have died four times already.
It was likely that the silly cat was only one step away from becoming an Undead Emperor. All those Undead Emperors who appeared to be SemiGod extraordinary individuals were easily defeated by her. Their corpses were even hung on the main cannons of the battleships as a warning to those who didn't have the skills to come here and die.
I couldn't be bothered to ask who had sent them. There were many who wanted me alive, but there were even more who wanted me dead. There were so many that I didn't even need to count. It was obvious that I was in a weakened state after using a forbidden spell, and my whereabouts were so obvious, so those who had grudges against me would naturally seize this opportunity. There were also many who didn't have grudges against me who wanted to become famous and obtain a bounty on me.
"Dragons, elves, dwarves, humans, beastmen, and undead. Even if you ask, there's no meaning. With how many species there are, it's likely that the entire world wants you dead …"
Harloys' words made me recall something. As I was the only forbidden spell mage in the entire world who was still alive and well after using multiple forbidden spells, no non-allied country or faction would want the Mist Alliance to have such a powerful killing machine that could be used repeatedly. No, considering the fact that in this day and age, allies were meant to be sold, it was impossible to even count on allies.
Since everyone wanted me dead, I couldn't be bothered to guess what they were thinking. At any rate, I received some unexpected rewards, which I considered a rather satisfying unexpected gift.
"You've found a Legendary ice element weapon?"
This was an unexpected pleasant surprise, but it was also reasonable. What could be more effective than casting an ice element forbidden spell to reach the extreme of the ice element?
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