Final Lord

Chapter 343 The Shock of the Mango

Wang Bufu did not let the undead truck get close; he simply nodded slightly at the truck.

"Om-"

With a deep roar from the engine, the truck slowly turned around and headed in the opposite direction from Life City, quickly disappearing into the swamp's mist.

Wang Bufu dared not let the truck get close; with the elf's eyesight, he would be able to see it clearly if it got even a little closer.

Mango was a little confused, but soon, Wang Bufu's voice came: "I let it return to the military camp by itself."

"Understood." Mango nodded knowingly, but was even more shocked.

There's a military camp!
This suggests that the lord may have more than one such powerful unit! It could even be an extraordinary legion composed of Tier 6 extraordinary units!

Among the elves, having such a powerful and extraordinary legion qualifies them to meet the elven royal family at the Ancient Tree of Life.

This lord's strength is probably more unfathomable than he imagined.

Wang Bufu set off to return, and Mango followed cautiously behind him, taking each step with care and restraint.

The elf's light steps left almost no trace on the muddy swamp, but his heart was far from as calm as it appeared.

As the outline of the City of Life gradually emerged from the mist, Mango's emerald green pupils suddenly contracted.

He instinctively held his breath, his pointed ears twitching slightly—as one of the most outstanding rangers of the Elven race, his perception of natural energy far surpassed that of ordinary people. And at this moment, the life force emanating from him was so dense that it almost solidified.

"This is"

His voice was stuck in his throat.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Wang Bufu asked considerately.

"No, it's nothing." Mango took a deep breath, forced herself to remain calm, and continued to follow Wang Bufu forward.

His composure faded after he saw the dense cluster of treehouses in Life City, and he never lived in Bengbu again.

Wang had promised that all humans who joined the army would receive a treehouse, and he naturally kept his word.

This has given Life City a completely new look.

Thousands of treehouses are like emeralds embedded in the wetlands, and every rafter exudes the fragrance of golden nanmu wood.

The amber-colored resin refracted a warm halo in the sunlight, the silver vine-woven curtain moved automatically without wind, and the fluorescent ferns entwined on the window frames swayed gently in the breeze.

Mango unconsciously reached out and pressed his hand to his chest, which was burning hot—a sign that his body and life force were resonating.

He never imagined that in human-ruled territory, he could see a creation of nature even purer than that of the Elven Kingdom!

The life energy emanating from those treehouses was so pure that it even gave him a hallucination: it was as if each treehouse was an ancient tree in growth, and the whole city was a living forest.

Mango looked at Wang Bufu, muttering to herself, her slender fingers unconsciously stroking the bowstring, "Between me and this lord, who is the true elf?"

The absurd thought had barely surfaced when it was interrupted by laughter coming from afar.

Several human children peeked out of the treehouse window, playfully touching the veins in the leaves on the inner wall. Cool spring water immediately gushed out, eliciting joyful cheers from the children.

Mango's pointed ears twitched violently. As a forest guard, he knew all too well what that meant.

These treehouses are not only full of life, but also possess a spiritual quality.

This is the home every elf dreams of!

His gaze involuntarily shifted to Wang Bufu walking ahead, and he took a deep breath. "Lord..." Mango's voice was somewhat hoarse, "How did you build these treehouses?"

"Oh, you mean this?" Wang Bufeng waved his hand without turning his head, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Just some ordinary buildings with some natural wood added."

Ordinary? Mango's lips twitched.

Did he even know how difficult it was for such a treehouse to be built?
In the Elven royal court, there is a natural wonder called the "Eternal Forest," where even a treehouse built could hardly compare.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, but unexpectedly found that the fragrance in the air made his magic flow more smoothly.

At that moment, Mango completely understood why those human residents had such happy smiles on their faces.

Living in such a miraculous city, even breathing would be a pleasure. He couldn't help but think of the arrogant elders of the Elven Royal Court; if they were to witness this scene…

Mango shook her head, banishing the dangerous thought from her mind.

He said anxiously, "My lord, I would like to make a presumptuous request."

"Oh? What?" Wang Bufu asked, tilting his head.

"You must promise me that you will never allow any elves other than me to come to your city. No, not only come, but you can't even get close."

You are not an elf, so you don't understand the attraction of treehouses to us elves.

I guarantee that if word gets out about what your place looks like, the Elven Royal Court will do everything in its power to conquer this place and seize your territory.

I know your strength is formidable, but we elves are not to be underestimated. We elves alone have three publicly known legends, and there are likely more hidden legends or even demigods lurking in the shadows.”

Wang Bufu asked with great interest, "Why is that? Is there anything special about my treehouse?"

Seeing that Wang Bufu was still grinning and had no idea of ​​the seriousness of the problem, Mango became even more anxious.

"I don't know how you built these treehouses, and I have no intention of uncovering your secrets. But the life force in these treehouses is so strong that I can smell it even from this distance."

For us elves, this life force is like an addictive drug; even breathing it is addictive.

It also greatly enhances our strength.

Some powerful elven druids can even bring these vibrant treehouses to life and transform them into powerful tree-men.

Your territory is an unimaginable treasure to the elves. They won't let it go once they've discovered it.

Wang Bufu's smile faded slightly, and he frowned as he asked, "Thank you for reminding me, but you are also an elf. Isn't telling me this a betrayal of your race?"

"Yes!" Mango nodded vigorously, then said firmly, "But my lord, you have treated me as a guest, and my morality does not allow me to stand idly by and watch you in danger."

"Alright!" Wang Bufu laughed loudly, "I'll be your friend. But actually, even if you elves have designs on my territory, I can accept it."

Now it was Mango's turn to be shocked. "Why is this?"

Wang Bufu laughed and said, "Besides the life-or-death struggle for spoils, there is another way called cooperation."

I can help the Elven race cultivate such treehouses as well. In exchange, I hope the Elven Royal Court will allow me to recruit elves from among the Elven race as my subjects.

Do you think my idea is feasible?

Mango looked troubled: "This... Lord, you may not know, but we elves are very xenophobic. They probably will not submit to any non-elf race."

Wang Bufu's eyes darted around: "What if I also have elven blood?"

mango:???
(End of this chapter)