In this mysterious natural world, verdant green permeates every corner. Looking out, a lush and verdant scene unfolds before your eyes, as if you've stepped into a dreamlike green world. Exquisitely crafted treehouses are scattered among the trees, blending seamlessly with nature.

These treehouses are the enchanting dwellings of nature, cleverly utilizing the shapes and structures of trees to harmonize perfectly with their surroundings. Each treehouse is unique, meticulously crafted from natural materials, showcasing distinctive craftsmanship and creativity.

The emerald green leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound, adding a touch of life and vitality to this tranquil world. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, creating dappled light and shadow, like intricate golden patterns, giving a feeling of warmth and comfort.

Here, time seemed to stand still, and everything appeared so peaceful and beautiful. But with the arrival of Diefang and her friends, a sudden wave of panic erupted in the tranquil forest.

"Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm! Humans have come this way!"

"Hurry! Enemy! Enemy!"

...

However, a vibrant green ripple, resembling water, spread rapidly outwards as far as the eye could see.

Any elf touched or covered by the emerald green ripples froze in place as if petrified.

Then, emerald green ripples once again emanated outwards from her body.

They soon all put on masks of pain, without prior agreement.

Diefang, with her extensive knowledge, roughly understood that this was a unique ability of the Elven race, as if they were in harmony with nature. Unless one was a powerful being, the human race would not be able to intercept the information being transmitted.

They certainly couldn't find any answers. The emerald green ripples on her body felt like a gentle breeze, making her feel relaxed.

But in the message Linglong just sent...

She berated every single elf terribly.

As the high priestess of the elven Xin'an tribe, Linglong was genuinely angry that the reinforcements she had painstakingly brought were being mistaken for enemy attacks.

Little Black stood up slightly above Little Fangying's head.

Little Black: The Elven race's talent... Hmph, nothing special. When it comes to talent, who in the world can surpass me, the ancient dragon?

It is both an invincible talent and a unique curse.

After thinking it over carefully, Xiao Hei decided to forget it... Haotian's talent was truly monstrous, far surpassing his own.

When she thought about Haotian's talent, she even wondered if the world had created a bug for her. Xiao Hei decided that if the others performed well, she would tell them about Haotian's talent.

At the same time... Haotian, who was leisurely sipping tea and contemplating life, suddenly sneezed.

She pinched her nose.

Haotian: I don't need to think, I know it's someone who misses me.

He subconsciously pressed himself against Chuxin Bridge, which was opposite Haotian.

"My baby, let me hold you, don't catch a cold."

Haotian couldn't help but roll his eyes at her. If she were to catch a cold, it would truly be the end of the world.

...

Soon, under Linglong's guidance, Diefang and her group quickly met the chieftain of this elven tribe...

She had beautiful, snow-white hair, narrowed eyes, and a stunning figure. She held a withered tree branch that resembled a magic staff. The elf's aura was as noble as a saint, with a touch of compassion and majesty within it.

Diefang: As expected of the patriarch of the Elf Clan, I admit that you are second only to Master in beauty, but you are still far from being as good as Master.

The white-haired elf slowly rose and walked gracefully to them.

“I have heard about your affairs from Priestess Linglong. My name is Bai Chen, and I am here on behalf of Xin’an to welcome everyone from the Human King’s Palace.”

...

"Sister Bai, you're too kind. My name is Wenxin. Our master sent us here to solve your problem!"

Wenxin seemed to have a special fondness for Bai Chen, and began to introduce the people around her in front of her.

"This purple-haired one is our senior sister Diefang. We listen to her in many things. This is Xinyu, a disciple of our master's friend. And this is our junior sister, Fangying."

...

After exchanging words, Diefang found that the clan leader in front of her was surprisingly easy to talk to. He was not only friendly to them, but even lowered himself to chat with them.

The scenario in their fantasies where they looked down on themselves never happened.

Seeing Bai Chen's attitude towards Diefang and the others, Linglong once again felt from the bottom of her heart that Bai Chen's character was terrible.

When the little elves see her, she rarely speaks, and sometimes she doesn't even bother to take care of them, which is why many little elves like to seek her out.

The reason they are being treated so well by Diefang and the others is simply because they value the power of the Human King Palace behind them.

In Bai Chen's eyes, this was indeed the case.

She never expected that Linglong would actually bring over the power of the Human King's Palace. She was very clear about the status of the Human King's Palace in the hearts of the human race. It is no exaggeration to say that the Human King's Palace is the head of the human race.

Whether human or demon, people would instinctively look at themselves when they heard the name "Hall of the Human King".

Back then, the King of Men fought across the land, and his unparalleled strength was no joke.

She could even see the dramatic mirror of how each race abandoned its young elves in exchange for the help of demons and humans, then launched a counterattack under the guise of power, only to ultimately flee in disarray upon seeing the name of the Human King's Palace.

Bai Chen couldn't help but admire Linglong's true abilities.

But then she quickly thought about what price Linglong had paid...

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