Chapter 660
At this moment, the tiny Rut’theran Village had already become a gathering place for vampires and black insects.
A black sea squirmed on the ground while swarms of vampires wove between the tall canopy.
The leaders of their respective factions were quietly discussing something upon the tree platform as they stood guard.
Even though Bug Adept Billis had raised an army of tens of thousands of insects and had twenty-five magical mantises guarding at his side, he remained as respectful as ever before Bloody Queen Mary. He didn’t betray even a trace of arrogance or pride.
With this bug army and these combat insects that listened to his every command, Billis would have no problem challenging all of the First Grade Crimson adepts alone. Despite having such power, he still didn’t dare to be disrespectful to Mary.
That was because apart from being a Second Grade vampire, Mary’s actions while Billis was still an apprentice had left a deep impression on his soul. Even now, when Billis saw Mary, he felt his limbs go soft and his hands sweat. He forced a smile on his face and appeared even more obedient than even Vanlier.
After the past couple of weeks, the nearby elven villages had almost all been visited by the two of them.
As their power increased exponentially, they were no longer satisfied with such small battles and having to sneak around. They had specially chosen to meet here to gather their troops and accumulate enough strength to assault Skywater City’s outpost.
However, the forest elves of Faen weren’t only full of weaknesses. They also had their advantages and strengths.
It was that all of their citizens could fight!
Almost every single forest elf, even those tiny children who were barely taller than a longbow, would be Deadshots in the human world. It was this unique racial trait of having all their population being archers that allowed the forest elves to maintain a steady hold over Garan, repeatedly repelling multiple invasions of Faen.
Moreover, the forest elves were also a strong race that was protected by gods. They had quite a number of spiritualists within their kingdom. These temple priests and god messengers could all borrow the divine power of their gods and combine it with the nature magic in which they were skilled. It gave them considerable might.
In the previous battle of Jintha’Alor, God Messenger Xenia had sent Dark Witch Uzzah packing, despite both of them being the same grade. If it wasn’t for Greem summoning the Third Grade thunder dragon in time as well as the use of the magic energy cannon on the flying ship, that might have been the final battle of the Crimson Clan.
Greem might have been able to escape with his power, but most of the adepts following him would not have eluded the pursuit of the elves.
That was why Greem, having seen the terrifying might of an elven god messenger, had chosen to run to the seas and take the opportunity of going into hiding to find the weaknesses of the forest elves.
What he most wanted to do now was utterly and ultimately figure out the body structure of the forest elves, as well as the functions of their magical organs. He would then find the most straightforward and practical means to wound and kill them.
Of course, his first choice was still a plague!
After all, this wasn’t a private plane that he possessed. Even if he wrecked the entirety of Garan and drastically reduced the population of the forest elves, he wouldn’t be the one to lament the loss.
Thus, Greem invited Poison Hag Endor into his laboratory and worked together with her to research and invent a particular plague meant explicitly for the forest elves.