"As expected."
Maggie already knew how cruel the elves were to traitors, so she wasn't surprised by Pullman's fate.
The forces of the undead are constantly trying to infiltrate various races and kingdoms in order to escape from the Western Continent. The undead scourge has once again swept across the continent, occupying more territory.
Furthermore, given the undead's viral spread, the outcome is truly uncertain, considering the current strength of the continent.
Even though the Temple of Light possesses magic that can prevent the transformation of the undead.
Now that the gods are asleep and no new gods have been formed, their strength is far less than before.
Since the struggle for the divine throne, no new gods have emerged. It's as if the continent is rejecting the birth of false gods, and only gods sitting on the throne can exist legitimately.
As a result, no one can become a god anymore. From the Age of Gods to the present day, thousands of years have passed, and indeed, no magician has ever obtained godhood.
This is the plot from the original comic. Maggie also thinks there's something fishy going on that she doesn't know about, but there's no complete explanation until the latest volume before she transmigrated here.
So much so that her path to godhood seemed as distant as a joke.
When do we set off?
Perkin glanced at Nesser lightly, then quickly looked away at Maggie, his tone indifferent.
Nesser was clearly staring into Perkin's eyes, but he could say nothing or retaliate.
His face darkened by two shades, but the moment Maggie turned her head, he returned to his innocent and adorable self.
"Tomorrow, let's rest and pack up today. Remember to tell the Knight Commander."
Maggie didn't want to stay here any longer either. It was all because she had been studying magic day and night and hadn't realized that so many days had passed.
She sighed inwardly and gave the order.
This time, it was Perkin's turn to be the one with the dark face. He licked his fangs with the tip of his tongue, his snake eyes darkened, but he still nodded in agreement, turned around and disappeared from the spot.
"Sister, the new clan leader says he wants to sincerely apologize to you..."
Nesser pretended that Perkin hadn't interrupted him and continued the previous topic. He was there to deliver a message, since he was the only elf who was on good terms with Maggie.
In the end, they'll all have to ask Nesser for help, no matter what.
He could have chosen to refuse outright, but after thinking about it, he figured there might be some compensation, so he made a special trip to ask Maggie for her opinion.
But more importantly, he wanted to see Maggie and make sure she was safe.
"No need. Tell them to relax; I don't intend to forgive them."
Maggie interrupted Nesser without a second thought, her refusal crisp and decisive.
An apology won't solve anything, nor will it quell her anger.
If she could forgive them simply by apologizing, then the souls who died at her hands would have suffered far too much. Of course, she should treat everyone equally.
It's possible that the Elven race will improve because of the new chieftain, but that has nothing to do with her anymore.
"Okay, sister!"
Nesser readily agreed without the slightest hesitation. He hadn't supported Maggie going in the first place, so it was naturally better that she refused now.
...
They came quietly and left quietly.
Maggie only brought four people with her, so leaving wasn't too difficult. With Nesser leading the way, they didn't even need the elves' permission to leave on their own.
In the end, she didn't go to see the so-called new clan leader, but only took one last deep look at the Elf Mother Tree before leaving.
She seemed to hear a grateful echo in her ears, swirling upwards in her mind before finally dissipating.
Maggie also bowed silently to the Elven Mother Tree, regardless of her so-called 'distinguished guest' status or whether the claim that she had done great favors for the Elven race was true.
But the help the Elf Mother Tree gave her was genuine; it even gifted her a great gift: a wood-type magical talent—a priceless gift.
If Maggie was most satisfied with this trip, it would be the Fairy Mother Tree.
As for Nesser...
Maggie glanced at Nesser with a complicated expression, and finally sighed helplessly.
In fact, she intended for Nesser to stay in the Green Forest directly. After all, he was the second seat holder, and there was no danger in the Green Forest, making it a very suitable place for him to advance his magic.
but.....
Given the current situation, coupled with some things that happened with Nesser before, Maggie had no choice but to keep him by her side.
If we were to name the happiest person in this group, it would undoubtedly be Nesser.
His biggest fear was covered up by the elves' shameless antics.
He had already seen through Maggie's thoughts and tried every means to persuade her to stay, but now, without him even mentioning it, Maggie simply took him away.
This made Nesser extremely happy, and he even hummed a little tune on his way out of the Green Forest.
After passing through layers of illusions and teleportation arrays, when the group finally stepped onto the land of the Monster Forest, they felt as if they had stepped into another world.
The weather outside was lovely, and the atmosphere was exceptionally relaxed. Compared to the oppressive atmosphere in the Green Forest, Maggie felt as if she had been reborn.
Indeed, it is best for humans to live on human territory.
As soon as Ficklin landed, he transformed into his dragon form like a dog running wild outside, soaring into the sky and circling as he flew, roaring all the while.
"Damn it, I'm suffocating! I'm never coming to this awful place again!"
Maggie was enjoying the sunshine and blue sky when suddenly everything went black and she almost lost her hearing.
She looked up speechlessly, only to see Ficklin's enormous claws, and a 'well' character instantly appeared on her forehead.
She now has an urge to crush this unlucky dragon to death.
Maggie took several deep breaths to calm herself down and suppress her murderous intent.
The dragon's roar pierced the sky, and even the border city not far away went on alert, thinking that the monster had evolved into a dragon form and a new wave of beasts was about to descend.
After waiting for a long time, the dragon just flew around in mid-air, as carefree as a roaming chicken or a jumping fish, showing no intention of attacking at all.
The group of magicians looked at each other in bewilderment. When Charles finally saw Ficklin's appearance through his telescope, all that remained on his forehead was a black line.
"The alert has been lifted; it is Her Highness the Holy Maiden's retinue."
Charles clutched his head, his head throbbing badly.
Although it's good that Her Highness has successfully returned, he really doesn't want to see this dragon.
During the beast tide, although he actively participated in the operation to kill the monsters, this stupid dragon completely ignored orders and only cared about his own fun.
War is a serious matter, but he turned it into a game.
He even ordered the mages in his guild to help him lock down and imprison monsters so he could easily crush watermelons. Heaven knows how terrifying it was when he lowered the giant dragon head and suddenly spoke to the mages in his own guild.
It almost scared someone to death.
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