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Chapter 62: The Elven Druid

The elven girl named Fishli slightly furrowed her beautiful brows, looking at the humble Cleveland before her, a hint of disgust flitting through her eyes.

In fact, from the moment she met Cleveland and Lyman, she knew these two were no good.

But there was no choice. This matter involved a new species of demon, and even if she couldn't stand these human nobles, she had to come and see.

"Clan Chief Cleveland."

Lyman stepped forward slowly, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Lady Fishli traveled a long way to get here and started working without even taking a break. Now that she finally has some free time,"

"you, as the host, should at least let Lady Fishli and the others have a drink of water."

A shadow of gloom flashed in Cleveland's eyes, but he immediately echoed with a nod.

"It's my fault, Lady Fishli, please come inside."

With that, he and Lyman led the way to the Cleveland family's conference room.

However, before Cleveland could ask someone to serve tea, an elven warrior stepped forward expressionlessly and took out his own cup.

He poured a full cup of clear, sweet-smelling water.

After doing all this, the elven warrior said indifferently:

"My clan's druids do not use other people's things or food when they are out."

Cleveland cursed inwardly, but dared not show any displeasure.

Don't underestimate the fact that only three of them came. Even if these three went to the capital of the Bilka Kingdom and sat directly on the king's throne, the king would have to greet them with a smile.

For no other reason than that these two elven warriors were too strong.

The knights of the entire Bilka Principality probably wouldn't be enough for them to cut a few times, and the thousands of soldiers in Canopy City were just a rabble that couldn't last ten minutes in their eyes.

What's more, this Fishli was an elven druid.

Not to mention that her strength was unfathomable, it was said that she was the youngest and most talented one.

In short, at worst, she would be one of the elven wise men in the future, and might even have a chance to compete for the position of elven queen.

Even the royal families of the five human kingdoms would have to flatter her.

If Fishli lost even a single hair, the elves could plow the Bilka Principality three feet deep.

"Lady Fishli."

After Fishli took a sip of water, Cleveland hurriedly said:

"My son… I mean, these new demons, do you have any clues?"

Fishli pondered for a moment and shook her head.

"No."

Then what are you pretending for!

Cleveland suppressed the anger in his heart, but still said with a humble expression:

"Lady Fishli, you must think of a way. I'm not doing this for my son, but this new species of demon is so terrifying."

"If we can't find a way to restrain them, I'm afraid it will lead to a disaster."

Fishli mocked his hypocrisy in her heart, but she had no interest in arguing with Cleveland.

After thinking for a moment, she said softly:

"Just now, I tried to connect to his consciousness with the art of probing, but all I could feel was violence and nothingness."

"Judging from the feedback from the art of probing, the poison of this new demon is very terrible. Once injured, there is no cure."

"However, I tried it with the Water of Life. Although it can't be solved, the Water of Life temporarily suppressed his ferocity."

"I need to go back. This matter is of great importance and cannot be solved by me alone."

Fishli obviously didn't plan to stay any longer, and got up to leave a water bag.

"The bag contains five days' worth of Water of Life. If his ferocity breaks out at night, pour the Water of Life on him to temporarily suppress it."

"I will be back in five days."

With that, Fishli decisively turned around and left with the two elven warriors, taking advantage of the night to return to the elven territory.

She came and went in a hurry.

Perhaps it was because Fishli didn't like them.

But Cleveland didn't care.

He tightly grasped the bag containing the Water of Life. Although it couldn't be cured, at least…

With this thing, he could breathe a sigh of relief and wait for Fishli to bring people back.

"People often say that the dragons are incomparably arrogant, comparable to the King of Arrogance, but I think the elves are also arrogant."

Lyman took a sip of tea faintly, his eyes uncertain.

But after a moment, he smiled again:

"Congratulations, old brother, you can finally breathe a sigh of relief. There will be no problem when the elven veterans arrive."

Cleveland nodded with a forced smile.

"I still have to thank His Majesty the King and His Highness the Third Prince for their concern. Otherwise, the elves would look down on our small border town."

"That's true."

Lyman laughed.

"Compared to your soon-to-be-appointed Songlan City, old brother, my Canopy City is just a small border town."

"I'm a declining household, and I'll have to rely on you for care in the future, old brother."

Before Cleveland could say anything, Lyman changed the subject again.

"However, now that this matter is resolved, you should put your mind on that little bastard, right? If you don't resolve him as soon as possible, the Third Prince won't be happy."

"I'm fine, but I'm afraid the Third Prince will think you're putting your family affairs above the Third Prince's business. If the Third Prince is unhappy…"

Cleveland's face was stiff with a smile, and his concern for Lyman had risen from his whole family to Lyman's eighteenth generation ancestors.

"Don't worry, old brother, I'm also keeping an eye on this matter. Judging from the time, it should be sent over in the next few days."

After a pause, Cleveland looked annoyed and regretful.

"It's a pity that those damned troops are inefficient. It took them so long to gather five hundred poison men. Otherwise, this matter would have ended long ago."

"Old brother, those city defense troops really need to be cleaned up. After a while, I'll send you some."

Lyman's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded with a smile.

"What you said makes sense, old brother. I'll be waiting for good news."

"No problem."

Cleveland shook hands with Lyman with a friendly expression, looking like a good brother…

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Although there were all kinds of viciousness in his heart, he still appeared gentle, courteous, thrifty, and yielding on the surface.

At least, Cleveland was very talented in acting.

Of course, Cleveland was an actor, and Lyman was no less inferior.

After watching Cleveland leave in a hurry with the Water of Life, Lyman's face suddenly turned cold.

He waved his hand to signal the guards beside him to come over.

"Transfer a batch of poison men to the canyon three hundred miles east of Songlan City."

"Yes! Lord City Lord… but that old thing is not weak. If the poison men don't work…"

"The Third Prince will go to Songlan City for inspection at that time."

"Understood!"

…

Under the night sky.

Three cloud-winged pegasi flapped their wings and stepped into the sky, rushing towards the west.

Finally, after leaving Canopy City far behind, an elven warrior couldn't help but ask:

"Lady Fishli, why did you give the Water of Life to that human noble?"

"That's right."

Another warrior said unhappily:

"As soon as I got close to them, I smelled the disgusting bloody smell on them, and the monster inside…"

"If I'm not mistaken, that Cleveland must have fed his son with the people in the city."

"If you ask me, let them fend for themselves. This kind of guy doesn't deserve to live!"

Fishli sighed, her tone full of compassion.

"How can I not understand? My eye of probing sees more clearly…"

"But this matter is not just about Canopy City, or even the affairs of the human race. If it is not resolved properly, it may pose a fatal threat to the Hundred Clans Alliance."

"Although I haven't seen the new species of demon, I have observed the poison men, combined with what the noble said…"

"They are inherently strong and difficult to kill, and they also carry that terrible poison."

"Being killed or injured will turn them into violent poison men. This is even more terrifying than those despicable necromancers."

Fishli paused, her beautiful eyes filled with worry, making her look even more holy.

"Once these new types of demons are mass-deployed in war, and we have no means to solve them, have you thought about what will happen?"

"On the battlefield, the demons will become stronger like a snowball…"

"This matter is too terrible. I must go back and ask Her Majesty the Queen. The Hundred Clans are already weak. If the matter of this new demon is not resolved properly…"

"Perhaps the next anti-demon war will be the day of the Hundred Clans Alliance's demise."

The two elven warriors no longer said anything, obviously realizing the danger of this matter.

But after a long time, one warrior couldn't help but say:

"But when I think of those human nobles enjoying the benefits, I still feel disgusted…"

"Heh…"

Another elven warrior sneered and mocked:

"Isn't the human race always like this? They run faster than anyone else when there are benefits, and they all disappear when they see danger."

"Especially those human nobles… many people are saying in private."

"As long as they can continue to be nobles, they don't care whether they are nobles of the human race or nobles of the demons."

Fishli's voice was slightly heavier.

"Alright, stop talking."

"It doesn't matter what the human race is like, it has nothing to do with us. Just do our own thing."

"After returning, I will immediately go to see Her Majesty the Queen. You go and mobilize some manpower to prevent accidents."

"After all, what we have seen now are all weak poison men. The new species of demon that really spreads the plague has not yet appeared."

The cloud-winged pegasi traveled through the moon, carrying worries about the zombie villagers, and returned to the elven clan with Fishli.

At this time, Ian had already taken Lyall and the others into the Nether for a day and a half.

At this time, Ian was riding a blazehound on the way to the Nether Fortress…