Chapter 240 Humans are so arrogant, humans are so foolish…
"Do they really think we can't see anything?" Bebelo asked, somewhat puzzled.
Using the demons' spatial teleportation ability, they successfully left Ganar. The flower fairies and wind fairies then discussed their options, and the three magic tree caravans each headed in a different direction:
One caravan attempted to approach the human mercenaries who had entered the Emerald Forest; another caravan headed directly to the Central Plains; and the remaining caravan, the one Bebero was with, chose to contact the dwarves within the Emerald Forest.
They first found the forest dwarf tribe living near the Garnar Plains, and it was from these dwarves that they learned of the dwarf tribe's defeat against the humans on the edge of the Emerald Forest.
The caravan exchanged some goods with the dwarves, rested briefly, and then, carrying a batch of supplies that the dwarves had donated to their defeated kin, headed directly to the edge of the Emerald Forest.
However, before they could even encounter the forest dwarves, they were intercepted by the humans.
The magical puppets controlled by humans are all high-end, and the quality of their soul cores is even better than the last. If we could take one away, we would make a fortune on this trip—the wind sprite leader commented enthusiastically.
Bebelo had never left Ganal, and she didn't know what the forest dwarves looked like before, but she had recently interacted with the forest dwarves who lived next to Ganal.
They were a race with a very peaceful magical aura. They had long limbs and were much larger and taller than fairies, but much shorter than flower fairies.
Forest dwarves have smooth, dark golden skin, serene deep black eyes and hair, and their bodies are covered with vibrant, bright emerald green magical patterns. Each forest dwarf has unique magical patterns, which are their magical talents.
These magical puppets, secretly controlled by humans, initially appear to have dark gold skin, deep black hair, and eyes. However, upon closer inspection, something seems amiss:
The skin of the forest dwarves is indeed delicate and smooth, and it seems to glow in the sunlight, but it doesn't actually glow!
The dwarves' black eyes are very clear, not this dark. When Bebelo met the puppets' gaze, she was startled.
And the magical puppet's hair—
The forest dwarves' hair is indeed thick and fluffy, with each strand tightly curled. However, each of them takes great care of their hair and tries their best to keep it neat. In particular, the male forest dwarves will grow their hair long and braid it into intricate and elaborate braids. They will also decorate their braids with colorful leaves and flowers according to their own preferences, making them very beautiful!
These magical golems didn't have nearly as much hair as the dwarves, and it was covered in dust, making it look dirty. Regardless of whether they looked male or female, they all had their hair braided.
The female-looking magical golems even had more braids, which was very strange, as it was rare for female forest dwarves to have long hair, and almost none of them had braids. The golems' hair was also decorated with leaves and flowers, but some of the leaves were withered, many of the flower petals were tattered, and the colors were mismatched and very ugly.
The emerald green magic patterns on the magic puppet were all very realistic. Even though the interconnected patterns were crisscrossing and incredibly complex, there were no mistakes or omissions. They were complete and beautiful.
But after just one glance, Bebelo knew that those were magic runes that had already died.
Even though those patterns were made exceptionally vibrant and emitted faint magical fluctuations, the magical fluctuations emanating from the incredibly bright magical patterns on the forest dwarves' bodies resonated with their every breath, every heartbeat, and even every step and wave of their hands, unlike the puppets, which were rigid, lifeless, and unchanging from beginning to end.
The fake magical puppet possessed hair and magical patterns that only real forest dwarves could grow. Considering that this dwarven tribe had just suffered a defeat, even though she had never seen any human before, Bebelo still couldn't help but feel disgusted by this race that blasphemed the dead.
The wind fairy, who was tidying up the items inside the spatial stone, nodded after hearing the flower fairy's question. She said sarcastically:
"Yes, humans are just that arrogant. They are easily deceived, and they firmly believe that we will be just as foolish and deceived as they are."
To humans, these magical puppets are probably exactly the same as real forest dwarves. They can't tell the difference, so they naturally assume that the fairies can't either.
Just like the tree hollow where they are temporarily taking refuge now.
It looked like a typical dwelling of forest dwarves, and the furniture and items inside did indeed show obvious signs of use. However, the air still carried the faint, almost imperceptible, pungent scent of sap secreted when trees were felled. Humans couldn't smell it, but it was distinct enough for the fairies. Clearly, the tree hole had been recently dug.
Furthermore, given the size of this tree hollow, it could easily house a whole family of forest dwarves, yet the furniture inside only exudes the aura of a forest dwarf. Perhaps, in the eyes of humans, such a small and dimly lit tree hollow could only accommodate one dwarf...
The treatment of the bark door is too crude. Forest dwarves live in tree holes, but that doesn't mean they would just dig a big hole in the tree trunk and ignore the life or death of the tree itself. In fact, their bark doors can be closed tightly, and with their innate magic, the tree can continue to grow normally.
The treatment of the walls is too meticulous. Dwarves would never sand the wood to such a smooth level. They dug out their treehouses bit by bit by themselves. The marks of their labor on the walls are a testament to their hard work. They not only preserve them all, but also use the various grooves and crevices in the walls to store things.
It's riddled with flaws! And the biggest flaw is the current situation—
Friendly forest dwarves would never invite fairies to live in treehouses. No fairy would like to lock themselves completely inside a tree, especially a wind fairy!
The closed, windowless tree hollow house was completely devoid of wind and sunlight, driving the wind sprites crazy!
It was the demons who first noticed the wind fairies' stuffiness and irritability. Linlin'an, who was also organizing items in her spatial stone, was reminded and quickly apologized. She communicated with the wind fairies and then asked the demons to open a hidden small window in the tree hole house, so that it could be ventilated and also allow them to observe the situation outside.
The Darkmoon Elf, who had been concealing its form, moved swiftly. The wind sprites only heard a few faint crackling sounds before light streamed in from above.
The window was opened, and Bebelo flew up to see what was happening outside.
As dusk fell, the crimson sun resembled a bleeding wound, its blood-red light, falling heavily from the dome, covering almost everything in sight. Only the huge shadows cast by the sparse, tall trees on the tangled grass stubbornly revealed a burnt-out black ash.
In the deathly silence, only the long, mournful wind whistled through the narrow window, carrying the scent of withered leaves and brushing against the flower fairy's face.
The wind sprites, who had finally gotten a gentle breeze, breathed a sigh of relief. However, one of them quickly asked in a somewhat alarmed tone, "What's that smell?!"
"What's that smell? What's wrong?" Beibeiluo took a deep breath, still smelling the decaying odor of dry branches and rotting grass.
Linlin An also flew up and tried to sniff, but judging from her expression, she couldn't smell anything strange.
But the wind fairies inside the treehouse looked increasingly solemn. They exchanged glances, seeing confirmation in each other's eyes. Finally, the wind fairy leader slowly spoke, answering the flower fairy warrior's question:
"There was a lingering smell of alchemical explosives in the air."
The two flower fairies exchanged a bewildered glance; they had never heard of any alchemical explosives.
Before they could ask the wind sprite for details, the bark door creaked open and was then knocked on.
The wind sprite leader immediately flew to open the door, her face beaming with joy, her voice brimming with excitement:
"Good evening, big guys! Did you finally remember to bring us some seasonal food? It's mushroom season for you right now, isn't it?"
Three "forest dwarves" appeared outside the door. After hearing what the wind fairy said, the leader of the "forest dwarves" laughed heartily and said that he really did want to bring the caravan fairies some fresh and delicious wild mushrooms to try.
He waved behind him, and the two female forest dwarves following him smiled gently. They had been empty-handed, but they must have been carrying space stones. Soon, they handed the wind sprite a few white, fresh, plump mushrooms.
The wind sprites flew over excitedly, and together they lifted up the large clusters of wild mushrooms, working together to transport them back to the treehouse.
In return, the Wind Fairy leader also gave the "Forest Dwarves" some small gifts.
She proudly introduced that these exquisite little boxes contained samples of tobacco that their caravan had specially purchased from the human royal family. It was said that this particularly expensive tobacco had a mellow and smooth taste, as well as a particularly fresh and rich floral aroma, and it sold very well. Now, they were letting the big guys try it out first. If the big guys liked it, they would go and buy more and send it over.
The "forest dwarves" accepted the tobacco with satisfaction, smiled, and said goodbye before leaving.
The wind sprite leader, who had been waving goodbye to the "forest dwarves," slammed the bark door shut after confirming that "they" were really gone.
"Is it safe here?" she asked pointedly.
A voice from the Darkmoon Elf rang out from mid-air: "Safety guaranteed."
As soon as she finished speaking, the wind fairy's face fell. She rolled her eyes and cursed, "By the Wind God! Humans are always so arrogant! Humans are always so foolish!"
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