I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Ian's tentacles wrapped around Elwin's neck like burning chains.

Elwin desperately mobilized the magic power within his body to resist the burning of the dragon flames, but it could only have a slight effect in delaying the burning.

The scorching heat of the dragon flames contorted the half-elf elder's face, yet he could not utter a single scream.

And at the same moment of striking.

Ian had already evenly sprinkled the purified Fountain of Life onto the somewhat damaged roots of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom.

……

Lilith's cheeks were pressed against the cold, damp earth, and decaying leaves and twigs rubbed against her skin.

Alvin's leather-booted foot stepped on her back with such force that her spine made a soft "crackling" sound.

That's it! That was the only thought in her mind.

Not only did their infiltration attempt fail and they were caught, but the conflict was also completely escalated.

All plans were about to be ruined by her foolish, unauthorized action.

The shame gripped her heart like cold vines, suffocating her more than the feet on her back.

Just then, she heard Ian's voice.

"I've been putting up with you for a long time... Killing you and purifying the ancient tree are not mutually exclusive."

The next second, Lilith felt the world being torn in two.

In her eyes, the right side was a scene of withered trees coming back to life.

The moment the Fountain of Life touches the ancient tree, life bursts forth in an explosive resurgence.

With a series of "crackling" sounds, the dead bark burst open and peeled off, only to be quickly regenerated.

Countless new leaves and twigs sprouted, and the original leaves turned from gray to emerald green, rubbing against each other and making a "rustling" sound.

The ancient tree emitted a vibrant green light, a symbol of life, which made Lilith feel as if her silver hair had turned green.

A fresh, vibrant scent, imbued with the magic of nature, began to fill the air.

It stands in stark contrast to the vibrant life of the ancient trees.

It was Elder Elwin, to Lilith's left, whose face quickly turned ashen.

The sizzling sound of flesh being burned by dragon flames rang in Lilith's ears.

"Heh heh..." The sound of Alvin's breathing as his neck was being squeezed repeatedly.

Dark blue tentacles were embedded deep in his neck, the flesh charred and smoking, his face contorted into a near purplish-red, veins bulging.

The pungent smell of burning flesh and blood permeated the air, instantly overpowering the fresh scent of ancient trees that lingered around Lilith's nose.

In this forest clearing, which is no more than 100 meters in diameter.

On one side is growth, hope, and fragrance.

On the other side was suffocation, despair, and the stench of burning.

All the onlookers, whether half-elves, monsters, or even the neutral Mirabelle, experienced a mental breakdown at that moment.

The half-elf warriors' faces were filled with ecstatic joy at the resurrection of the sacred tree.

But their eyes involuntarily drifted toward the elder who was being slowly strangled.

"The sacred tree...is alive?" a half-elf priest murmured, his staff falling to the ground with a thud.

"But the elder..." Another half-elf's voice caught in his throat, the bow and arrow he had raised frozen in mid-air, neither able to lower it nor aim at it.

They entered a distorted state.

It was a mixture of joy and fear, leaving him completely at a loss.

Their body language was full of confusion; they wanted to rush towards the ancient tree to celebrate, but then suddenly stopped and turned towards Elwin.

In the end, they stood there dumbfounded, like a group of NPCs whose game had crashed.

Mirabelle's professional, sweet smile disappeared for the first time.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced quickly at the ancient tree that had been reborn.

His gaze then fell on Ian.

The astute woman could sense that the slime wasn't truly enraged, but rather scheming, aiming to demonstrate its power and establish rules.

She gently licked her lips, which had become somewhat dry, and her curiosity about this magical slime grew even stronger.

Lilith remained half-lying on the ground, but the pressure on her back had disappeared.

She tilted her head slightly, her silver eyes taking in everything. She saw the chaos among the half-elves, and the undisguised astonishment in Mirabelle's eyes.

Finally, their gaze settled on the half-elf elder, whose face was full of conflict.

On the elder's withered face, there was a mixture of ecstasy and struggle.

As she gazed upon the sacred tree's radiant light, hot tears welled up in her cloudy old eyes—the ecstatic joy of the rekindled hope for the continuation of her people.

But when she looked at Elwin, who was being held up by tentacles, pain and struggle reappeared on her face.

Elwin is not only an elder and the strongest warrior of the tribe, but also a child she watched grow up.

Her lips trembled violently, and the veins on the back of her hand, which gripped the ancient wooden staff, stood out, causing the staff to tremble slightly.

Three seconds passed in the deathly silence, yet it felt like an eternity.

Finally, the elder staggered forward, slamming his ancient wooden staff heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

She bowed deeply toward Ian, a bow that almost made her silver hair fall into the soil.

"Please..." Her voice was heavy, with a hint of resolve. "Have mercy."

The entire room fell silent.

All the half-elves held their breath as they watched their most revered elder bow down to a slime.

Ian was actually waiting for a way out; killing to establish authority was a means, not an end.

He only needed to intimidate the xenophobic half-elves to ensure he could successfully complete his mission.

Thinking of this, Ian first manifested tentacles to lift up the half-elf elder.

Then the dragon flames slowly died down, but the dark blue gelatinous tentacles remained wrapped around Elwin's neck.

He raised Elwin slightly, so that he was facing all the half-elves.

"Look carefully."

One of his tentacles pointed to the vibrant sacred tree: "I can give life."

The tentacles tightened even more suddenly.

"Ha!"

Alvin managed to squeeze out his last gasp.

"We can take it away too." Ian shook Elwin. He continued, "Don't offend my people."

Lilith's heart skipped a beat.

The simple words "my person" rushed into Lilith's heart like a warm current.

He retaliated so fiercely because of her.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly. Her emotions were complicated: a sense of security from being protected, and a touch of unspoken belonging.

Lilith felt a sudden impulse; she really wanted to sign a mount contract with the slime in front of her!

Ian concluded, "Today, for the sake of your Grand Elder, I will spare his life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tentacle lashed out!

Elwin was tossed toward the half-elves like a rag doll, and several warriors hurriedly caught him.

"Ouch! Cough cough cough..."

Alvin coughed violently, gasping for air.

His neck was covered with severe burns and ligature marks, a truly shocking sight.

Alvin struggled for more than ten seconds before catching his breath.

He struggled to lift his head, his gaze passing over the people surrounding him and fixed on Ian.

The overwhelming hatred and humiliation he felt from being so thoroughly insulted in front of everyone made his eyes bloodshot. But his eyes held a chilling hatred.

Ian withdrew his tentacles without a care.

Holding a grudge? Then hold a grudge. The powerful figure I'm clinging to is more powerful than you can imagine!

Just then.

The ancient tree, now reborn, has undergone new changes.