Before long, Nesser finished talking with the elven elder in charge of the matter. When he came out, two elves followed him out. They nodded to Maggie and the others in a relatively friendly manner and led them to their temporary lodging.
As they passed the elven elder, it was clear that he seemed to like Nesser very much, his expression showing affection, and he even gave them, the group of outsiders, a friendly look.
This made Maggie click her tongue in amazement. Perhaps this was the benefit of having a strong talent, which made even the old-fashioned elf elders love her.
How can it not be considered Nesser's skill?
Maggie said she was extremely proud.
"Sister, the elders are so kind. They've prepared fresh treehouses for everyone. Before the battle for the Forest Spirit seats begins, I'd like to take you to play in the Green Wilderness Forest a little longer."
Nesser's smiling face was full of expectation, and Maggie certainly wouldn't refuse.
"OK."
Maggie smiled as well.
"Okay, I want to tell you a secret later, sister. Please promise me you won't be angry."
Nesser suddenly revealed a cautious expression, her delicate features filled with pleading, like a kitten begging you for a cat treat, diligently licking its paws to hint at its desire, both cute and pitiful.
Seeing how adorable she was, Maggie immediately agreed.
"Why would I be angry if Nesser wanted to tell me a little secret?"
Maggie was so flattered that she used a coaxing tone, gentle yet slightly stern.
"Then it's settled!"
Nesser grinned broadly, lingered with Maggie for a while longer, and finally left satisfied.
Before the battle for the Forest Spirit Seats, a coming-of-age ceremony will be held for the underage elves, who will need to travel to the Mother Tree of Elves for the ceremony.
Nesser had just made an agreement with the elder and worked hard to secure the opportunity for Maggie to approach the Elf Mother Tree and go to the altar. Nesser wanted Maggie's witness, and he didn't want to miss his coming-of-age ceremony no matter what.
Nesser made a pact with the elders: if he could not secure the first seat among the forest spirits, he would have to become the guardian of the Mother Tree of Elves forever and would never be allowed to step outside the altar again.
Moreover, he would be responsible for all of Maggie's actions. If anything happened to Maggie during her coming-of-age ceremony, including attacks on the Elf Mother Tree, he would be imprisoned along with her.
However, Maggie knew nothing of this; all she knew was that the elders were kind to them and Nesser seemed to be in a good mood.
I stayed in a treehouse again, and this time the situation was much better than last time. The air was fresh, the surroundings were quiet, and there were no mercenaries attacking at night.
The others were each assigned to a different room, and Maggie lay on the bed, enjoying a moment of peace.
As she drifted into the dream, Maggie felt as if she had walked through the entrance to the Green Forest all over again, the bizarre and ever-changing scenery, until she opened her eyes again and stood in front of the Elf Mother Tree.
Or you could say... the withered Elf Mother Tree.
Maggie stared at the decaying giant tree in front of her, her mind going blank for a second.
How could she remember that in her dream she was chatting with the God of Light... and the next second she was teleported to the Forest of Green Fields?
Maggie pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, could only conclude that dreams are irrational and have no rules.
Now that she's come to the Green Forest, and has met the God of Light and the God of Darkness on previous visits, will she meet the God of the Forest this time?
Like the Elf Mother Tree, the Elf Altar was suspended in mid-air, very close to the roots of the Elf Mother Tree. Looking up, she saw that the pale green bubbles containing liquid above the withered Mother Tree were almost gone, completely different from the Mother Tree she had seen in reality.
In reality, the mother tree has numerous green bubbles, almost forming a floating ring.
Maggie looked into the distance again. The altar was located high in the sky, overlooking the entire Green Forest. It was visibly decaying, and not even a single elf could be seen.
"..."
After looking around, Maggie couldn't determine the current time, but at the very least it shouldn't be after the struggle for the divine throne, because after the Forest God took the throne, the Elven race quickly recovered and regrouped.
It shouldn't be like this now, so devastated.
Wait a minute, then the Forest God is most likely not in the Green Wilderness Forest now, but has gone to the Divine Mountain to participate in the War of the Gods.
The moment Maggie had this thought, a flash of green appeared before her eyes, and a tall, slender figure landed right in front of her.
"!"
Suddenly, someone fell from nowhere in front of her, and Maggie was naturally startled, quickly taking two steps back. However, this also allowed her to see the person's appearance clearly.
Or you could say he wasn't human, but an elf, the forest god—Haranther.
The man had pointed ears, and his silver-white hair fluttered in the wind. Slender vines wrapped around his arms, ankles, and hair. His skin was fair and radiant, and his handsome face was full of features, with a high nose bridge, delicate eyebrows and eyes. He exuded an indescribable ethereal aura.
Even though it's a cloudy day, Harlancel seems to be bathed in light, as if it has its own filter, its beauty is on a different level from the world around it, completely out of place.
"Where did you come from? I never allowed any humans to come in here."
The young man's pure and clear voice echoed like a gentle breeze through an empty valley, seemingly capable of purifying the soul.
Although Harlanser sounded like he was questioning Maggie, he didn't seem angry at all; in fact, his eyes were full of curiosity about Maggie.
"Um... I don't know."
Maggie remained silent for a while, then thought about it and realized that this excuse was not easy to come up with, and it would be difficult to explain even if she did. In addition, she wouldn't die, so she simply told the truth.
"?"
Harlansel clearly thought he would hear an explanation and waited patiently for a long time, but Maggie said nothing.
He was stunned; you could almost see a question mark growing above his head.
"I don't know why I'm here, I'm telling the truth."
Maggie noticed Harlansel's confusion, so she expanded on what she had just said, and emphasized at the end that she had not lied.
"..."
Harlanser fell silent, and even the vines on his body seemed to wilt. Clearly, he hadn't received an answer and was somewhat unhappy.
"But none of that matters. What matters is, what's wrong with this tree?"
Maggie ignored him and instead pointed to the trunk of the mother tree and asked.
More than Harlanthal, Maggie was concerned about the elven mother tree beside him. Nesser was not yet an adult, and if the tree really died, Nesser would never be able to grow up.
"It is corrupted by filth and is about to die."
At this point, the vines on Harlanser's body wilted even more, some even starting to wither and turn yellow. It was clear that he was really worried and anxious, and even his tone carried a hint of frustration.
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