The Witch's Wandering Alchemist's Diary

Chapter 97 I think this elf is doomed.

After a somewhat dull evening, Lou Le drove his carriage towards the Filthy Forest the next day.

The Filthy Forest lies to the left of Graystone City, and compared to other forests, it appears far too gloomy.

There's a kind of feeling that it looks dirty.

The leaves and trunk had suspicious stains, and just coming close, you could smell a foul odor.

The bushes under the trees showed signs of having been picked, and the jungle was filled with the chirping of birds.

The paths in the filthy forest are difficult to traverse because so few people come here that the trails are overgrown with weeds, making it impossible to tell whether you are on the path or have already entered the forest.

The trees that One-Ear mentioned can be found simply by walking along the roadside.

Limela was also trying to communicate with the surrounding trees, but the trees and plants all conveyed a melancholy and painful emotion.

This made Limella somewhat silent. If she were a legitimate elf, she would investigate what had happened in this forest later before dealing with it.

However, Limera was not a true elf, so she remained unmoved.

This is why elves reject half-elves; half-elves lack a certain passion for nature.

Lou Le finally saw the so-called twisted tree after the carriage had gone deep enough into the forest.

The tree was bared and menacing, like a mad tree-man.

The cracks on the tree trunk look a lot like the eyes of a tree person.

Lou Le took a look using the Eye of Scrooge.

【Strange Tree】

It is a plant: "An ordinary tree in a filthy forest, but it has been distorted by some influence."

It's worthless; even burning it as firewood is considered too smoky.

After Lou Le got off the carriage, he approached the strange tree.

She could feel a chill creeping through her.

"It looks like a gathering of necromantic energy."

Lou Le made her judgment and surveyed the surroundings.

There was a lot of vegetation around that was tainted with necromantic energy, and the low shrubs had some grayish-white scars.

He shrunk the carriage and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, riding the bone horse, he began to follow the trail of necromantic energy into the forest.

The remnants of necromantic energy are intermittent and their routes are very convoluted, sometimes with four or five routes appearing simultaneously.

However, when you get halfway there, you'll find that these routes often overlap.

After following these energies for an hour, Lou Le found a pond.

Beside the pond, Lou Le actually saw a small house.

Very cautiously, she let Xiaobai go in first. Only after finding that there were no problems did she enter the house herself.

The room was covered in dust and there were no signs of human activity.

The setup was very simple, with a fire pit in the middle.

A cast iron pot was hanging above, and in the corner there was a desk and a simple bed.

The straw covering it had all turned black and rotted into a pile of dregs.

Lou Le searched carefully and found no records in the house.

There were a few farm tools placed behind the door, but they were rusty and looked broken.

"It seems she was already dead. The mad witch everyone saw was just a lingering shadow, or perhaps some kind of undead creature created by the mad witch?"

Lou Le looked at the necromantic energy and had this suspicion.

She asked Limella to search the area for tomato seeds.

Then I searched around myself, because no one had lived here for so long, and the area was full of weeds, with no signs of farmland at all.

Lou Le couldn't help but frown.

Limela also found something in the bushes; she dug out a handful of soil.

"Miss Lou Le, this looks like the withered root system of a tomato plant."

She pointed to the plant roots in the soil as she spoke.

Lou Le glanced at him.

Soil containing plant roots

It is garbage: "soil from a crop that was once grown there, with its roots still remaining."

It is worthless garbage.

Lou Le sighed: "So, there aren't any other tomatoes that are still alive?"

Limera shook her head and said, "No, Miss Loule. The surrounding plants are more vibrant than a single tomato plant. Crops will only be swallowed up by weeds if left unattended."

After clicking her tongue, the little witch could only focus her attention on the last location.

That is, near the goblin cave.

Riding on the bone horse, the human and the elf proceeded according to the route.

Because this route was so unreliable, Lou Le could only correct it based on the residual necromantic energy.

The filthy forest was indeed filthy; the stench was overwhelming everywhere.

Moreover, the bushes were terrifyingly numerous, practically covering every inch of the ground. Fortunately, the Bone Horse was powerful enough to freeze a long, icy corridor.

After walking for about an hour, Lou Le finally saw several connected small hills.

At the foot of the hill, there is a small open space.

The short goblins were playing in that small clearing, and their dwellings were burrows rather than buildings.

They looked dirty and disheveled, and the weapons they carried were mostly made of stone and wood.

Lou Le glanced at it and asked Limeira a question.

"Elves have pointy ears, so why do goblins have pointy ears too?"

She smiled.

Limera smiled slightly and said, "Because they are all races that live in the jungle and nature, that's why their ears are pointed."

"Generally speaking, this is a special gift of the forest. In the forest, the eyes are blocked by various trees, but sound is still transmitted. Therefore, pointed ears are more likely to receive the sound of the wind in the forest and obtain more information about the surroundings."

Lou Le looked at her strangely: "You hate elves?"

"Yes, Miss Lou Le."

Limera said, "I hate elves so much that if I could, I would set Duskwood ablaze."

"Hmm, you seem to be going a bit to extremes."

Lou Le was a little surprised.

"Miss Lou Le, there are actually similar ideas among the elves."

Limera said, "They argue that the elves have occupied the Duskwood long enough. They have already affected nature, and life itself is a cycle of rise and fall. Therefore, the Duskwood should be burned down to complete the cycle of the Duskwood for nature."

"In this way, the newly born forest and the elves will become even stronger. They also named the forest after themselves the Forest of Dawn."

Lou Le's expression turned complicated after hearing this.

No wonder there's so much infighting among elves; even this kind of thinking can emerge.

I think this elf is doomed.