The Dark Elves who had received the direct orders of the World Tree Fasnath were not weaklings. They also had a certain status in the underground Dark Elf tribe. Strength and power allowed them to be successful in every endeavor, and discrimination against short-lived species was even more common.
But when their lives were only in the hands of the enemy, they did not know how to deal with it.
They had wanted to attack, but they were one step too slow, and those who survived were scared. The rest of the people who hadn't even reacted yet were dumbfounded. The ground was covered in blood and flesh. It was impossible to see their original appearance. No one could imagine that a breath ago, these were three living people.
The leader of the Dark Elves said with a trembling voice, "You actually … you actually killed our people. Do … do you know … what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into?! "
"Is it important?" Lin raised his head slightly and looked coldly at the stuttering Dark Elves. "Actually, I want to know more. Does His Majesty really care?"
The leader of the Dark Elves was speechless. The reason why the tribe could maintain its prestige to the outside world was because of the unity and cooperation of the tribesmen, just like the Turtledove Alliance formed by the wood elves on the surface. The World Tree would not attack, and could not attack. They did not have legs and could chase their prey to the heavens and the earth. Unless there was really such a stupid prey that would foolishly run into the World Tree's territory to seek a beating.
But when the World Tree passed down an order to the tribe that depended on it, it only cared about the result, not the process, and did not care about the losses of the tribe. Or rather, it should be said that no matter how many losses there were, they had to complete the order that was passed down. If they could not do it, then there was no point for the tribe to exist.
It was precisely because of this attitude that when Fasnath passed down an invitation to this Magician to meet him in person, the first thing the underground Dark Elf tribe did was to send an emissary. In their view, the World Tree Fasnath's reputation was widespread. As long as an emissary passed down his will, there would be no Magician who would not eagerly follow the instructions and come.
However, the first messenger, the youngest Druid in the tribe, Merlin, who had high hopes for her, failed and returned empty-handed.
The situation she mentioned was an excuse, and the request she made was a sign of her incompetence. If not for the fact that Myrtle recognized the Magician's face, she would not have been involved in the second dispatch. What awaited her was only the water prison under the tree roots.
The second time, the Dark Elven Clan sent a small team led by a Druid Elder. The team consisted of more than a dozen high-level members of the Dark Elven Clan. They infiltrated the Holy City of Estali on the surface.
Although they belonged to the Dark Elf Tribe of the World Tree Fasnath and were at odds with the high officials of the Turtledove Alliance, it did not mean that they did not know how to use the resources of the alliance. In any case, the Turtledove Alliance did not require a detailed background check to recruit low-level members, nor did it require them to be loyal to a certain high-ranking official.
They had ways to conceal their identities and use their status as ordinary members to use the alliance's resources. Of course, they also had their obligations. Acting and concealment were the Dark Elves' specialty.
After finding their target, the group set out. Of course, it wasn't to escort that person back to Fasnath's territory. All of the Dark Elves, with the exception of Mercun, had the idea of using force to make people submit!
They first sent out assassin-type dark elves to infiltrate the target's home to investigate. His original intention was just to scout ahead.
When the assassins saw that the target was defenseless, they would not be able to resist the temptation and make a prompt decision to turn their investigation into action. While the target was asleep, they would cut off all four limbs and bring the remaining parts back to the clan. In any case, His Majesty only wanted them to bring this Mage back. He did not say that they had to bring the 'whole' back.
Then, they were cut into small pieces by the white Ray of Destruction and became Black Dragon Augustus's midnight snack. Of course, he did not report it to the Druid Elder who led the team. After several rounds of this, when more than half of the team they brought out had been inexplicably lost, and they did not know the situation of the target, the Dark Elves finally stopped.
During this process, Mercun had always insisted on a peaceful discussion and a polite invitation. When facing that Mage, as long as they showed enough sincerity and found the benefits that the other party was concerned about, they might be able to change the other party's mind. This could be considered a suggestion made by someone who was rather familiar with the other party's personality.
However, such actions of showing weakness were despised by all the Dark Elves. In the outlook of the World Tree boss, I am the second boss, the existence of the short-lived species, no matter how strong they were, was still no match for them, the long-lived species. Not to mention that the ones who came out to carry out this mission were all the best in the clan.
However, in a situation where people kept sacrificing themselves, they still stopped their meaningless probing and waited for an opportunity that might not appear. In their eyes, the heavenly tribulation of the gods was an opportunity, an opportunity to go home legitimately. In any case, the target had been played to death by the gods, and the failure of the mission could not be blamed on them. What a beautiful ending.
However, no matter how good the plan was, it could not prevent someone from causing trouble. At first, everyone was on guard, but later on, it was Mercun who was ignored. He stole the leaf of the World Tree that they used to contact His Majesty Fasnus. At the same time, it was also the strongest trump card in the hands of this small team.
The Dark Elf who stole the leaf of the World Tree took the leaf and threw it into the semi-illusory body that looked like it was about to explode, summoning the projection of His Majesty Fasnus. In the end, that Mage endured that calamity and even cast a Divine Spark, preparing to ignite the Divine Fire. However, he failed.
He, who was left behind in the human world, became the mission target of the Dark Elves once again. This time, Mercun, who was seriously injured and was taken in by the other party, became the opportunity for both sides to meet.
Originally, the Dark Elves wanted to find a reason to take down the other party. Especially now that the most troublesome Lich had temporarily left, it was simply the best opportunity. However, they did not expect that one after another, those who dared to cause trouble were all killed in an instant. Most importantly, although everyone understood how those people died, they couldn't figure it out.
When the target in front of them was not an existence that they could manipulate, the Dark Elves, who had always been arrogant and domineering, did not know how to deal with it. Especially those Dark Elves who took out their weapons. The weapons in their hands were as awkward as they could be.
In particular, the remaining Dark Elves had also figured out some things. Why did His Majesty's instructions from the beginning only "invite"? It seemed that His Majesty did not think highly of the Dark Elves' strength and only accepted orders, ignoring the words "cowardly".
Moreover, even if the Dark Elves were quite united internally and wanted to take revenge on the enemy who killed their people. When they returned, they might not receive any praise and would be beaten to death by a branch of the World Tree. Therefore, they admitted defeat. It was not that they succumbed to this man's fierceness, but the attitude that their own boss might have.
Seeing that the druid elder leading the group was unable to help, and seeing that the mage opposite him was unable to sit still, Malcolm knew that he was getting impatient. Now, he was just thinking of an excuse to leave.
However, since this Mage had promised to meet His Majesty Fathnath, how could Mercun not come forward and ask clearly? After all, it was an order from His Majesty to put the leaf of the World Tree into the projection of the Outer Gods. No one else had received this order except for her. This was an honor, but it was also a pressure, so she had to come forward and ask.
"Sir Tripwood, you have agreed to meet His Majesty Fathnath. May I know when you will depart? "
"I haven't decided yet. Let me ask first, how long will it take for you to go from the Holy City? "Lin asked.
"The entrance to the underground world is outside the southwest border of the Guevana Empire. To cross the Jura Mountains again, there is a hidden entrance between the canyons. Although it is not suitable for large armies, a small number of elites can enter and exit from here. After entering the underground world, it will take about three weeks of walking to reach His Majesty Fathnath's territory. It will take about three to four months. This is the closest distance back to the tribe. "Mercun said truthfully.
Lin shook his head and said, "It will take too much time, I won't go with you." Seeing that Mercun was about to speak, Lin stopped him first. Then, with a flip of his hand, he took out a ring. He said, "Take this ring and return to your tribe."
Mercun took the ring in bafflement. Although he could feel that this was a very powerful magic equipment, Mercun was still puzzled and guessed, "Sir, can this pass the message you want to say to His Majesty Fathnath?"
"No." Lin raised his right hand and pointed at the other ring on his index finger. "These two rings are a set. No matter where you go, I will be able to sense your location through this ring on my finger. As long as there is a clear location, I can use Blink to teleport to your side. So, all you need to do is take that ring and return to your tribe. When you arrive, use the forums to notify me. I can go over at any time and meet with Fathnath. Doing this will save me time on the journey. After all, I have a lot of things to do right now. "
Mercun had traveled with this man for a while and knew how amazing his magic was. Therefore, she believed Lin's words. In fact, she had no choice but to believe him. She did not have the ability to force this man. If she had a way to force him, she would have invited this "important guest" back last time. There was no need to wait until this time.
However, just because Mercun could accept it did not mean that the other dark elves could accept it as well. Some of the more stubborn ones could not help but say, "You can teleport if you want. In the domain of the World Tree, without His Majesty's permission, all teleportation-type spells cannot be completed. "
Lin Yi could tell which dark elf was trying to be glib with his tongue. But it was just talk. There was nothing wrong with it. He was just curious and asked with a smile, "So, the Majesty who invited me to meet him will not allow me to use teleportation magic to meet him. Instead, I have to use my two legs to walk to him step by step to show my sincerity. "
Although many dark elves wanted to say yes, they felt that if they said this word, it would be easy to cause problems, so they simply did not say anything. If possible, they even wanted to leave right now, away from this mage who clearly looked like he was about to die.
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