Chapter 695
Disaster!
A major disaster!
A major disaster had befallen the forest elves– the pacifists and protectors of nature!
For some reason, a horde of hundreds of thousands of fearsome undead had swarmed out of Death Scar, the heart of the forbidden land of Garan. These undead had slaughtered everything in their warpath to the closest elven city– Rhames.
Life withered wherever they went, and all creatures and magical beasts of the woods were subjected to extermination.
Some powerful magical beasts fought back against the undead to defend their home and territory. However, even the lords of the magical beasts fell before this tide of undead creatures and evil undead casters hidden within, their bodies shredded to pieces and their souls scattered to the winds.
Naturally, as masters of Garan, the forest elves would never allow a group of foreign evildoers to step all over their beloved home. The elven court that had not stirred in awhile immediately ordered a sizeable elite army to march to Rhames without stop. They were to intercept the vanguards of the undead tide at the city.
The local elven villages started to arrange for a mass evacuation of the villagers to the city upon hearing this news. At the same time, they began gathering men to ambush and hunt down the undead creatures that had scattered all across the Fantasy Forest.
Saoirse looked at the figure’s beard, his clothes, that nature’s radiance that permeated his entire soul, and her heart sank.
It was a Third Grade druid!
Among the forest elves, the only ones that could advance the Third Grade druids were often elves that came from famed elven families and were considered high elves.
“What is it, Saoirse? Do you dare not acknowledge this individual as your follower? He was very daring indeed. He charged all the way into my territory and exterminated countless servants of mine that I had gone to great lengths to raise. Thus, since you forest elves have initiated an attack against me, my sending of servants in retaliation is perfectly within the bounds of our agreement back then.”
Saoirse’s expression turned cold and solemn.
Even though she knew that the opponent was keeping something from her and the truth was much more complicated than that, there was nothing she could do. She had used divine magic to verify the authenticity of his statement, and the planar consciousness itself had acknowledged his words.
Despite the planar consciousness’ hatred for this evil intruder, it was bound by the planar laws and the Agreement of the Gods. It could not step beyond its bound to side with the elves.
Without the suppression of the plane, even Saoirse would have trouble dealing with this evil Blightcaller.
“Blightcaller, I will investigate the situation based on what you have told me. However, before the investigation results are out, you must return my follower to me and recall your undead army. If we are truly the ones who violated the contract, then I guarantee, with my name as the main elven goddess, to provide you with satisfactory compensation!”
Even Main Elven Goddess Saoirse didn’t dare to ignore the ‘witness’ that the Blightcaller currently held in his hands.
“Kehkehkehe. Investigate as you will. However, don’t even think of taking away the ‘evidence’ from my hands! Since you have promised to provide compensation, I will not increase the number of forces on the surface. As for the undead I have sent out, I won’t be recalling them for now. I’ll just let them take a tour around your territory for the meanwhile! When you have come up with satisfactory compensation, you can come to look for me to talk about the matter of recalling my troops. Kehkehkehe.”
Having said that, the flux of the oddly powerful consciousness retracted and vanished from the spot.
Lich Luke’s originally blazing eyes immediately dimmed.
If one were to observe more carefully, they would find that Luke’s soulfire was weaker and dimmer than before the great consciousness had descended on him. It was proof that the simple task of hosting the soul consciousness of that great existence was more than enough to exhaust a beginner Fourth Grade lich!
That said, Saoirse couldn’t possibly be in the mood to pay any attention to a mere lich. Her eyes swept across the Third Grade Druid Antoril with a complicated look before finally leaving, shaking her head as she did so.
Even though the powerful existence’s consciousness had already left, and an exhausted Fourth Grade lich was the only one guarding the place, this Sixth Grade elven goddess still didn’t dare to retrieve her follower by force.
And this indirectly demonstrated the power and terror of this ‘Blightcaller’!