Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1147

Chapter 1147: Chapter 711 Preparing to Deceive People Chapter 1147: Chapter 711 Preparing to Deceive People Hundreds of Void Elves surged into the tunnel, their bodies shimmering with a faint glow that protected them.

Leading them, Elf Queen Anrus quickly asked, “Are they really Plane creatures, not disguised by Ancient Gods? How could Plane creatures appear here?”

“Truly, Your Majesty, they are Plane creatures, riding a Unicorn, no less. Not a Pegasus–how else could they ride a Unicorn? Besides, there are four humans and a lizard with them, which seems to have the bloodline of a Giant Dragon,” replied an Elf Guard swiftly by Anrus's side.

This was a forbidden area for Elves, where the Rotting Tree Monster was sealed. Without any major incidents, Elves were absolutely not allowed to approach this forbidden land. Therefore, they only arranged scouts here, with no guards.

Unexpectedly, a few humans and a unicorn had suddenly appeared nearby, even intruding into the forbidden land. The scouts immediately reported this. It was bad enough being bullied by Ancient Gods, but now, a few Plane creatures dared to trespass into their sacred area? Ridiculous!

Anrus sighed in relief–it wasn't Ancient Gods after all. A few Plane creatures?

Bullying Plane creatures? Capture them first, inquire whether they have any backing. If an Ancient God is protecting them, then treat and release them politely. If not, have their relatives bring something valuable for ransom.

The Elves charged into the space and immediately saw the ten-meter-tall Tree Herder. Alarmed, the Elf Guard shouted, “This is bad, the Tree Monster–they've released the Tree Monster!”

Who are you calling a Tree Monster? Trent was so angry that his face almost twisted, reaching out with his hand.

Ange and the others were also puzzled. If Trent still only had half a face stuck in the wall, calling him a Tree Monster was somewhat understandable. But now that he had grown into the shape of a Tree Herder, these Elves still shouted “Tree Monster.” Could they not recognize a Tree Herder?

At the same time, they also got a clear look at those Elves, and their eyes nearly popped out of their heads, “These are Elves?”

Since there were Elves from the Master Plane, everyone had preconceived notions of what Elves should be like. Ange had even manifested the Goddess of Beauty using Gailard's appearance, hence the Goddess now had the face of Gailard.

The incident was leaked to Gailard by Aestolia, which led the Elf Queen to believe Ange had a secret crush on her, making her act coy whenever she saw Ange.

However, none of the Elves' traits, elegance, nobility, arrogance, etc., could be attributed to these 'Elves' in front of them; they bore only a slight resemblance to beauty.

Whether it was the leading Anrus or the guards following her, each Elf wore leaves, exposing their arms and thighs, and none wore shoes. They had none of the exquisite jewelry typically seen on Elves, looking completely like a group of primitives.

The leading Anrus held two crude Half Moon Blades that looked like wooden sticks tied with double-edged blades. She charged in without saying another word and effortlessly threw one.

As she released her throw, a layer of Magic Patterns surfaced on her body, boosting her power, and the crude Half Moon Blade whirled forward.

No need for others to act; Little Zombie rushed forward, her shoulder striking the Half Moon Blade and sending it flying off course.

“These are Elves? How… how could they be so poor?” Anthony didn't even know how to describe them properly–scantily clad, with leaves wrapped around their bodies, barefoot and bare-armed, nothing like an Elf at all.

Nage nodded, “Even their faces have a bit of an Elven look, but it's quite rough. They certainly haven't used face masks or skincare creams; nowadays, those Elves are major customers in the Goddess of Beauty City.”

“They used to say our face masks and skincare creams weren't as effective as their Moon Spring. But now, they're still lying there with face masks soaked in Moon Spring, then applying skincare creams.”

“Silver coin, that cunning merchant, went straight to the Elf Queen and told her: 'Why choose? You can have it all, it's not like you can't afford it.' This made Gailard unable to stop everyone from spending in the Goddess of Beauty City, to avoid being labeled as poor Elves,” Narrated Nage with a bit of ridicule.

Anthony said, “Gailard doesn't want the trade deficit to be too large. Their trade with humans now involves selling less and buying more, and they have to mine Demon Crystals to pay the bills. It used to be different, in the past, a few dozen sets of Elf armor would suffice to pay for materials, food, and fabrics, but now it's the opposite, they're losing out.”

“But these Elves are truly impoverished, their weapons are so simple, some even wielding stone spears? My God, aren't these Void Elves? How can they be worse off than Gailard and her people?” Anthony said with confusion.

Logically, Void Elves should be more formidable than Plane Elves like Gailard, but unfortunately, their strength wasn't apparent. Except for the moment when the leading Elf applied Magic Patterns that briefly increased strength intensity, their power was probably similar to that of Gailard.

Of course, Giant Dragon Hunter Gailard herself possessed enough strength to combat a Giant Dragon alone; she wasn't weak, at least… at least she could hold her own in a fight with Little Zombie.

Little Zombie charged forward, its hands manifesting a hoe, and started to doggy paddle furiously, leaving Elf Queen Anrus scrambling to defend herself from one danger after another.

However, the glow on her body was a powerful defense, occasionally when struck by the hoe it was as if the soil hit stone, sending out a shower of sparks.

The Soul Armor on Little Zombie was also a strong defense; when the Elf's Half Moon Blade scraped against it, not even sparks were produced.

After several clangs and bangs of combat, an Elf kneed and Little Zombie shouldered, sending each other flying apart.

With distance between them, the Breath of Death surged on Little Zombie, ready to be unleashed.

But before the Breath of Death Shockwave could be released, it was picked up by the collar and yanked back by Ange: “Roar!”

“Roar?” Little Zombie paused for a moment, then looked towards the Tree Herder, nodding in realization and addressing the Tree Herder: “Roar!”

The Tree Herder was thoroughly confused, “What… what does that mean?”

Negris burst out laughing and, containing his laughter, said, “Didn't you just say you allow her to be strangled to death? Well, it's your turn now, strangle them.”

“Ah? I… I… I was just speaking in anger, there's no need to be so polite, right? Forget it, forget it, after all, they're Elves, not going to strangle, but you can finish them if you want,” the Tree Herder said, struggling with the situation.

Being frustrated with the Elves' stupidity was one thing, but actually strangling and killing them was just empty talk. Why take it seriously? He was a Tree Herder, not a War Tree Man.

As they conversed, Elf Queen Anrus was deeply shaken. Little Zombie had been a formidable opponent, matching her strength, but such a powerful creature was simply picked up by Ange? And she hadn't even seen how Ange made his move.

Good heavens, could these people really be Ancient Gods?

“You… who are you? Why invade our Elves' sacred land and release the Tree Monster?” Elf Queen Anrus yelled out.

To still call it Tree Monster? Trent was so upset he almost decided to change his mind and go through with the strangling.

Anthony quickly placated Trent, surprised that the Elves had finally spoken. Speaking was good, it was just what Anthony needed to gather intelligence. An immediate resort to violence made information gathering difficult.

“We are envoys from the Kingdom of Gods, tasked by the Elf Clan's Queen Gallardia and High Priest Kailandel, to rescue the Elves of the Divine Tree. This is our token, who might you be? Are you also Elves of the Divine Tree?”

As Anthony mentioned the token, he made way to reveal Ange, while whispering to him, “Lord, Heart of Life.”

Ange cooperated, producing the Heart of Life as the others and horses quickly refreshed their spirits. Anthony had invented such an identity on the spot, clearly preparing to deceive.

Chapter end

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