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Chapter 105 105. Yes, Your Majesty the Elf Queen, I've joined the Church!

North of the western Hundred Races Alliance.

Here lies a dense forest stretching nearly two thousand kilometers.

The concept of two thousand kilometers is easily comparable.

The Qinling Mountains, revered as one of the dragon veins of Shenzhou and the north-south climate dividing line, are only about sixteen hundred kilometers in the narrow sense.

However, unlike the Qinling Mountains, this forest has no prominent high mountains; in a narrow sense, it's simply a forest plain.

This plain is not only a safe zone where no demon from the Roderick Continent's demonic invasion has ever arrived.

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

The vast forest stretching two thousand kilometers is inhabited by fewer than one hundred thousand elves.

The elves are one of only two races in the Roderick Continent that have not retreated a single step or changed their territory since the demonic invasion.

The other is the Dragon race, whose Dragon Island has always been on the far west sea of the Roderick Continent, known as the edge of the world.

This forest is the so-called Elven Forest.

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

Unknown trees reaching up to a hundred meters tall are common in the central area, which is also where the elven cities are located.

Of course, due to the elves' reverence for nature, it's absolutely forbidden to break ground and build cities.

The so-called cities are aesthetically pleasing and harmonious treehouse clusters.

Green and eco-friendly housing is what the elves pursue.

Hmm…

Natural environmentalists.

And within a dome-shaped palace covered in verdant vines.

Fishley, who had traveled for nearly a week, almost crossing the entire territory of the Hundred Races Alliance, rushed here without even taking a break upon her return.

Passing through the defenses of many more powerful elven warriors and mages, Fishley soon stood before a doorway adorned with exotic flowers and rare herbs.

Before she could knock, the door opened naturally, and a refreshing floral fragrance accompanied by a gentle and ethereal female voice emanated from the pure white light behind the door.

"Welcome back, Fishley."

Fishley quickly stepped through the light curtain and disappeared; the door gradually closed, eventually vanishing into the air.

…

Passing along a mossy path, Fishley soon saw the great tree whose trunk was covered with the vicissitudes and marks of time.

Lush foliage hung with emerald green fruits, which emitted flickering light with each breath.

To others, it was just a glowing fruit, jokingly called a hanging lamp on the tree.

But in Fishley's eyes, each fruit contained a curled-up newborn elf.

They were the hope of the elves, the supreme source of life for the elves.

The Ancient Tree of Life.

However, the seemingly vibrant tree felt increasingly weak to Fishley.

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

When she straightened up, a handsome young man in a long emerald robe, holding a bronze spiral-patterned staff, appeared before her.

But this seemingly youthful young man was called…

"Grandpa Rock, I'm back."

The elf before her was the most senior druid mage in the entire clan, an elven sage who had lived for over eight hundred years.

He was also the strongest elf in the clan, second only to the Queen.

Elves never age throughout their lives, only aging rapidly within a single day when their lifespan is about to end.

However, no elf has died of natural causes in over a hundred years.

This also meant that no elf had lived to a ripe old age in over a century.

"How is the Ancient Tree of Life recently?"

Fishley glanced at the towering Ancient Tree of Life with some concern. Rock shook his head and sighed:

"It's still the same. Another new magicless one was born while you were out these past few days…"

Hearing this, Fishley's beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

She didn't like the term "magicless one." In her eyes, even elves with darker skin were close-knit members of the clan.

The most intelligent elf race should not have such prejudice.

"The Queen is waiting for you, go."

Rock didn't say much, and after mentioning it, his figure turned into green leaves, scattering and disappearing.

Fishley sighed and turned to walk in the direction where a green leaf fluttered.

Soon, she saw the Queen sitting in a quiet and elegant pavilion, gazing at the Ancient Tree of Life.

Wearing a simple emerald green dress and an emerald green crown, the Queen, all in green, had skin that seemed to glow.

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

From the back, she was truly a goddess capable of toppling empires.

"Your Majesty!"

"Sit down and talk."

The ethereal voice entered Fishley's ears, carrying the rhythm of nature, smoothing out Fishley's anxiety.

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

The Elf Queen gently beckoned, and a petal was carried by a butterfly to the cup in front of Fishley. A canary flew over with a kettle to pour tea.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Fishley picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said seriously:

"I have a particularly important discovery and information that I need to report back quickly. Henderson and the others stayed there; there's no danger."

The Elf Queen turned to look at Fishley, her gaze more ethereal than her voice.

"Is there a problem with that batch of new demonic species? Or can't it be solved?"

"It has been completely resolved!"

Fishley pursed her lips and continued:

"However, when we arrived, that batch of demons had already been dealt with."

The Elf Queen became interested and asked curiously:

"Was the demonic plague eradicated?"

"No, quite the opposite!"

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Fishley took a deep breath and said seriously:

"Your Majesty, do you believe that a life that has been zombified by demons can be restored to its original life essence form without any sequelae?"

The Elf Queen's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a long while, she said:

"Such a thing has never happened in the more than two hundred years since the demons invaded the Roderick Continent. That's a miracle equivalent to resurrection… No, it should be called a divine miracle."

"That's exactly what I want to say, Your Majesty!"

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

"The Roderick Continent is about to change! I… we, witnessed the descent of God!"

"What?!"

The Elf Queen, who had always remained unfazed even when facing the demonic army as if strolling in a garden.

Surprisingly, Fishley saw the astonishment on her face.

…

Fishley didn't waste time, quickly organizing her words to tell all the miracles she had seen in the Land of Origin in the past few days.

From the initial encounter with the Church of the Dawn in Treecrown City to witnessing countless miracles and legends in the Land of Origin.

From Ian summoning the Ender Dragon to instantly annihilate an entire small abyss of demons, to all the content she discussed with Ian afterward.

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

To save time, Fishley had weakened the shock brought by those miracles as much as possible.

But even so, when Fishley finished speaking, her mouth dry, the Elf Queen still held the teacup motionless.

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

"Fishley, are you sure that the God worshiped by the Church of the Dawn is truly existent?"

Fishley didn't say much, stood up and walked to the side of the land, dropped a seed, and then carefully took out a few portions of bone meal and sprinkled it.

In a breath, a vigorous tree rose from the ground.

The Elf Queen was stunned, her eyes slightly narrowed as she checked Fishley's strength.

But soon, she dispelled the probing technique, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

After all, she couldn't maintain a calm state of mind now, and had forgotten that the event happening before her was impossible in the first place.

Even with her strength, she couldn't quickly germinate a tree like this.

That was the authority that only the Ancient Tree of Life possessed.

This itself was proof of the existence of miracles.

"Your Majesty, such things happen every day in the Church of the Dawn."

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 to regularly ripen the food for the believers in the territory of the Church of the Dawn."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fishley clearly felt a vast natural magic that she couldn't look up to.

Green light spots symbolizing nature and life endlessly converged towards the bone meal, and after a long while, everything seemed 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 hardly bear the silence, the Elf Queen suddenly said:

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

Fishley was stunned for a moment, then explained:

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Church of the Dawn is different from the Human race, and even other races."

"They are noble people united together by the attention of a truly compassionate God to fight against the demons…"

Fishley was planning to explain a few more words to prevent the Elf Queen from becoming dissatisfied.

But the Elf Queen sighed softly, and with a casual probe, her white palm disappeared into the void.

When she withdrew her hand, a yellowed parchment was placed in front of Fishley.

"This is the denunciation submitted by the Human Kingdom Alliance on behalf of the Billka Duchy not long ago."

Fishley was stunned for a moment, and quickly picked it up to examine it.

Soon after, Fishley, who had almost never lost her temper, slammed the parchment on the table.

"That's utter nonsense! How could the Church of the Dawn collude with the Dragon race!"

"The Human race… Has the Billka Duchy gone mad?"