I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 78: The Elves Meet Bone Meal? Plant Trees! Plant Trees!

A feeling of elation.

For the Winged Folk now, only this phrase could describe their current mood.

Once upon a time, the Winged Folk, distrusted by the Elves and without weapons, charged into the Demon frontline, losing centuries of accumulated strength in a single sweep.

They didn't blame the Elves; after all, given what had happened back then, the Elves' reaction was understandable.

But resentment still lingered somewhat.

Now things were different. Weren't the Elves known as the best archers on the continent?

Let them compete with the Winged Folk and see if their bows were stronger or if the Dawn-bestowed divine bows were more powerful!

These Elves weren't weak, but now they had drunk alchemical potions, making them not much weaker than the Winged Folk.

Add in the equipment from the MC world and their numerical advantage.

If a conflict really broke out, victory was assured.

Fishli raised her hand, stopping Carlyfa and the others, and stepped forward slowly.

"We mean no harm."

"I don't recall the Elven territory being near the Tree Crown City area. What are you doing coming all this way?"

The Winged Folk warrior was unmoved by Fishli's exquisite appearance and looked at her expressionlessly.

Fishli didn't delay and said decisively:

"Half a month ago, the Duke of Bilka sought help from our Elven clan, claiming that new Demons had appeared in Tree Crown City."

"My clan sent me to understand the situation, but the Demons in Tree Crown City were more troublesome than we imagined. I returned to the clan lands to gather reinforcements."

"As a result, the Demons in Tree Crown City..."

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Fishli Arlenger, a Druid mage of the Elven clan."

What surprised Fishli was that the identity of a Druid mage, which had always been effective, had failed for the first time today.

The Winged Folk warrior in front of her remained unmoved, only whispering a few words to the Church troops beside him.

Then he looked at Fishli, his face no longer tense.

He waved his hand, signaling the Winged Folk army in the sky to lower their bows, and said:

"Indeed, there was such a thing, but you don't need to worry about the Demons in Tree Crown City."

"Under the protection of the great Dawn and His Holiness the Pope, all devout believers have recovered, and the zombie crisis has been resolved."

Seeing that the other party was no longer aggressive, Fishli breathed a sigh of relief and said softly:

"Can we talk?"

"There's no need. We still need to patrol Tree Crown City."

The Winged Folk warrior put away his longbow, his expression softening.

"I'm sorry, the battle in Tree Crown City has just ended, and the war alert hasn't been lifted yet. We can't help but be vigilant about you hiding your tracks and sneaking into Tree Crown City."

"Although the zombie plague in Tree Crown City has been resolved, I still express my gratitude to you on behalf of the citizens of Tree Crown City."

In any case, at least the Elves really wanted to fight the Demons.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have traveled all the way from the Elven Forest to this remote place upon hearing the information about the new type of Demon.

This attitude was still worthy of respect.

Seeing that this Winged Folk warrior was quite reasonable, Fishli breathed a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of the disappearance of the tense atmosphere, she quickly asked:

"The Cleveland family and the Lyman family asked us for help at the time. Where are they now...?"

The Winged Folk warrior said calmly:

"The people of these two families were extremely wicked, feeding innocent citizens to zombie infectees and transporting the zombie infectees to the Holy Land, the Origin."

"Dawn was furious, ordering us to send troops to Tree Crown City. These two families no longer exist."

Fishli didn't say anything; after all, she had seen that Cleveland and Lyman were not good people back then.

It's just...

"Using innocent people to feed zombies... truly, only the human nobles could do such a thing."

Carlyfa sneered in mockery.

The Winged Folk warrior didn't say much, only flapping his wings and flying up, slowly saying:

"Thank you for coming all this way, but the great battle in Tree Crown City has just ended, and there are many official duties to be done. We don't have time to entertain you."

"May Dawn protect you. Next time you come to Tree Crown City, don't do things that are easy to misunderstand."

Fishli felt embarrassed in her heart. She could understand the Winged Folk warrior's feelings.

They had just finished fighting a war a few days ago and resolved the Demon crisis. Suddenly, a group of powerful Elves came to garrison not far outside the city.

That's fine, but these Elves sneaked into the city to inquire about news in a sneaky manner.

If it were her, she would also suspect that the Elves were here to take advantage.

Suddenly, Fishli remembered something and said urgently:

"Friend of the Winged Folk, how exactly did you restore those humans who were infected and corrupted by the Demons?"

"Naturally, it was the protection of Dawn."

"Dawn... can you tell me about your Dawn God Sect? This is very important for our Hundred Clan Alliance to fight against the Demons!"

The Winged Folk warrior paused, and then a fanatical voice entered Fishli's ears.

"Dawn is the most benevolent and kind Lord, our compassionate and gentle Father! The great Dawn God Sect cannot be described in just a few words. If you are not in a hurry to return to the Elven clan, go east."

"There is a city full of miracles there, our Holy Land, and the place where our great and benevolent Pope performs Dawn's compassion!"

As the words fell, the Winged Folk and the Church troops had disappeared without a trace.

After the overbearing army aura dissipated, Henderson and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and wipe away their cold sweat.

"When did the humans have such powerful heavy cavalry? And the Winged Folk, aren't they... where did they get so many bows and arrows?"

Carlyfa didn't speak, only staring blankly at the pit on the ground, lost in thought.

The Winged Folk warrior was far weaker than her, but yet...

Just now, that arrow gave her a feeling that even if she blocked it, she would surely die.

Strange!

This Dawn God Sect's army exuded a strange aura everywhere.

Fortunately, judging from the army, the people of the Dawn God Sect should be quite easy to talk to.

"Lord Fishli, what should we do?"

Carlyfa came back to her senses and whispered to Fishli.

Fishli didn't speak, only riding her Cloudwing Pegasus towards the east.

"Go and see!"

Now, Kalifa was a little anxious. She whistled, and a cyan magic circle flashed under her feet. She leaped high into the air and landed gracefully on the back of a tall Cloudwing Pegasus.

"Lady Fishli, that is the mysterious main camp of the Church of the Dawn!"

"They can leave such a terrifying army in Canopy City. How strong must the main camp be?"

"Even if you want to go, you should bring more people!"

Fishli nodded silently, then parted her lips after a long while.

"I understand..."

It's just that she couldn't wait any longer.

Kalifa and the others didn't know, but Fishli, as a druid and a prospective wise one, understood.

During the Fourth Anti-Magic War, many elven wise ones and the Queen were besieging the main force under the command of the King of Greed when they unfortunately encountered Griddy, the King of Greed.

Griddy only used one forbidden spell to severely injure the Queen and dozens of wise ones, and the elven army was also defeated.

But that wasn't the most terrifying thing.

When the elves returned to the Forest of Elves and gathered near the Ancient Tree of Life to heal their injuries, the sequelae of the forbidden spell called "Endless Shadow of Greed" erupted.

The Ancient Tree of Life was severely affected.

As for the specific form of expression...

Fishli glanced at Kalifa beside her without any change in expression.

Elves born after the Fourth Anti-Magic War, some of them, like Kalifa, had bronze skin.

Moreover, the speed at which the Ancient Tree of Life gave birth to elves had also decreased a lot. To this day, the elves can still be said to be in a state of greatly diminished vitality.

The production of the Water of Life has also decreased.

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Although it seems to have little impact at present, Fishli, as a druid, can feel the weakness of the Ancient Tree of Life.

This matter is also the secret that the Elven Queen and the wise ones are most worried about now.

The Ancient Tree of Life is related to the foundation of the elves. All elves are conceived by the Ancient Tree of Life. Once something goes wrong with the Ancient Tree of Life, it is no different from the elves being exterminated.

Zombies in Canopy City, existences that have been corrupted into demons, should all be in a state of death in the cognition of the entire continent.

But, of all things, they came back to life, and they were still alive and kicking.

This may be the best opportunity. Fishli felt in her heart that if there was any way to solve the current crisis of the Ancient Tree of Life.

Perhaps...

Only this miraculous Church of the Dawn could do it.

Filled with uneasy anticipation, Fishli led the elven warriors on horseback towards the Land of Origin.

With the speed of the Cloudwing Pegasus, they finally arrived here after half a day.

Looking into the air, that magnificent and pure white city instantly struck the elves' hearts like Thor's hammer.

Pious prayers floated in the air.

As they watched, an inexplicable sense of awe and piety grew in their hearts.

They carefully controlled the Cloudwing Pegasus to land.

Slowing down, they walked step by step towards the city.

The closer they got, the more that sacred and evil-repelling aura made them restrain even their breathing.

Finally, they stood beneath the city gate.

Looking up at this twenty-meter-high, indestructible pure white city wall, a sense of insignificance surged into their hearts.

"It's like some great being is looking down on us with love..."

Lanluo couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

Even though the elves had the Ancient Tree of Life as their faith, he couldn't help but make the prayer gesture that he had seen the citizens of Canopy City make before.

"Dawn... This is the holy land of the Church of the Dawn..."

Fishli took a deep breath, her eyes full of anticipation.

She became more and more convinced that there was a way to solve the elves' troubles here, and she turned around and instructed:

"Take off your hoods, enter the city generously, don't make loud noises, and you must maintain respect."

"Yes!"

A group of more than eighty people walked slowly into the city. After walking a few steps, they realized that even shoes covered in mud could not leave a trace on this pure white ground.

Magical!

What a magical city this is!

Fishli became more and more excited. Suddenly, she noticed a figure in a white robe standing in the farmland not far away.

Her heart moved, and she led the people to approach quickly.

"Old sir..."

Before she could finish speaking, the clergy soldiers beside the old man quickly stepped forward to stop them.

"Don't make noise, Father Matthew is communicating with the great Dawn, praying for a miracle to come!"

"A miracle?"

Fishli finally couldn't help it.

"Is there really a god in this world? Will a god really descend a miracle?"

No one answered her, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, Old Matthew slowly opened his eyes.

"Our Father in heaven, may your name be hallowed, may your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."

"Give us this day our daily bread."

"Lord, for you alone cause us to dwell in hope."

"Glory be to the Lord and Father and His Holiness the Pope, from this day to eternity, world without end."

"Dawn forever!"

Pious prayers were recited aloud from Matthew's mouth.

Green light spots floated from his wide sleeves, falling on the ground, falling in the soil, falling in the seeds.

Thus, to the elves' indescribable shock.

On the ground, crops turned into a golden harvest in the blink of an eye.

Matthew walked and prayed all the way.

Thus, the miracle of harvest was replayed again and again before their eyes.

Ten minutes.

Matthew walked all over this wide farmland, and then this land was also full of grain.

"A miracle..."

Fishli pinched her arm hard, and the tingling pain made her confirm that she was not dreaming.

Druids do have this ability, but...

Even the most powerful druid mage of the elves could not make crops skip the growth time and mature instantly in such a short time.

Not to mention the area is so large!

"A miracle!"

Fishli's tone gradually became firm, decisive, and full of hope.

"This is a miracle! There really is a god in this world!"

"Yes, child from another land."

Old Matthew approached with a gentle smile.

"God has always been there, and God is called Dawn."