Chapter 425: Chapter 253 Break it Up_2
“It’s the same either way, a young or old God of Life, why can’t there be two Gods of Life?” Tree Man Gore didn’t really mind.

Upon hearing Gore’s response, Negris suddenly found out that the followers of the Tree of Life aren’t exclusive. Including the elves, they do not reject other religious beliefs, unlike the Church of Light, which sees all non-believers as heretics.

Of course, although the elves don’t exclude other religions, they tend to look down on other creatures, which makes them even more exclusive than the Church of Light.

Dealing with such a chatterbox War Giant Tree, Negris easily got all the information she wanted, including the current situation of the elves.

They are still in a state of exile, and the green mist continues to shroud the World Tree, preventing the elves from approaching, in other words, the World Tree has not forgiven them yet.

After asking about the things she was interested in, Negris didn’t want to chat anymore. But Gore still wanted to talk, so Negris quickly said, “I’ll find someone with a sense of humor to chat with you.”

“Someone humorous? That’s great, I love chatting with fun people. The elves are too boring, none of them like to talk, not even that horse,” Gore complained.

Horse? Negris was puzzled. Why would he mention a horse out of nowhere? There aren’t any horses in the Elf Forest. Tree Man Gore didn’t leave because there wasn’t anyone to chat with in the Elf Forest, did he?

However, despite her puzzlement, she still called over Lightning, who was resting in the Resting Abyss. From a few kilometers away, Lightning excitedly shouted, “Wow, Chatty Gore, how are you here? Haven’t the elves chopped you down for firewood yet?”

“Huh? Foul-mouthed horse? Why are you here? I was just thinking about you. How come your horn has grown back? Hasn’t anyone cut it off again? Humans outside really have good temperaments,” Tree Man Gore was also surprised.

Well, now Negris understood who “that horse” was. These two were clearly old acquaintances, and after a brief casual chat, they started bickering.

Negris watched them for a while, and seeing that they didn’t end up fighting, she decided not to interfere. Tree Man Gore even reached out to lift Lightning to the platform on top to make it easier for the argument.

But Lightning did not accept this kindness and walked in the air around the giant tree, flying directly to the platform himself.

“They look like they know each other pretty well, as long as there’s no fight, that’s fine.” Negris left with relief. However, after a while she suddenly thought of a possible problem.

Lightning and Gore are familiar with each other. They both are not like normal unicorns and tree people, maybe their acquaintance is what led to their strange behavior. So now they’re together again, would their loose tongue and constant talking evolutions continue?

Just dealing with Lightning is already a headache, if the foul-mouthed behavior evolves again…

The consequences are too horrific to imagine, gotta go, gotta go.

The next day, the elves came to visit, with Aestolia closing her eyes and kindly asking: “Lord Nage, are you satisfied with the compensation from the elves?”

“Very satisfied, very satisfied.” Negris was overjoyed, it must be said, when rich and generous elves sincerely compensate, it’s quite satisfying and full of sincerity.

The elves had almost rebuilt the Goddess of Beauty City, transforming the barren desert city into a garden city, making it many times more livable than before.

Previously, rich people who came for beauty treatments always complained about the city’s environment and left as soon as they were done. Now it’s different, many people are actually considering settling down here. Recently, more and more people have been consulting Lisa about settlement arrangements.

The transformation of the Goddess of Beauty City actually carries another implication, as if the elves were declaring to the outside world, “I’ve got this city covered.”

Apart from this, there were also material possessions such as several million magic crystals, precious herbs, wood, minerals, etc. The total value was definitely over a hundred million.

The elves compensated for this without batting an eye, how could Negris not be satisfied.

Ange was even more satisfied because the elves had collected sixty thousand kinds of plant seeds for him…

“So…” Aestolia said with a smile.

Seeing her forced smile, Negris was even more satisfied. When this Elf first arrived, she never smiled, always had a disgruntled face, as if someone owed her millions.

Look, now she can finally smile, her heart must be full of joy.

“I can talk to the God of Life, but our satisfaction does not mean that the God of Life will forgive you. I can’t control the God of Life’s will, understand?” Negris said.

Aestolia’s expression dimmed, and she nodded dejectedly.

They certainly knew that the will of the God of Life was beyond anyone’s control, but Negris’s willingness to appeal on their behalf could surely recover a little bit.

Taking out the Magic Wand, Aestolia slammed it on the ground. A surge of magic unfolded, and an elliptical ring of light appeared in front of her.

“A portal?!” Negris was taken aback, scrutinizing Aestolia up and down in disbelief.

Aestolia just stood there silently, not at all like someone who had just cast a portal, as if it was an insignificant spell.

Negris didn’t say anything, he stepped into the portal, Aestolia followed him in, and the elliptical light circle disappeared.

Hiludi ran fast out of a house, her face full of green mask. She only had time to watch the moment the portal disappeared, and she didn’t care about the mask smeared on her face, she exclaimed excitedly: “A portal? A portal that has been lost for many years?”

The magic of portal had been lost for many years, and as a Space Mage, she had never been able to master this Spatial Magic.

Half an hour later, the portal opened again. Negris flew back and reported to Ange: “Ange, I talked to the World Tree, we forgave the Elves.”

“Oh.” Ange responded with an indifferent tone, he was engrossed playing with the seed that Elf just gave him. Things he wasn’t interested in, even if he heard it, he would forget it in a blink of an eye.

Negris was used to it, and continued to report: “The World Tree removed the green fog, but it did not forgive the Elves and refused them from dwelling on it. It no longer offered the Fruit of Life to the Elves. The fruit now contains some new compounds which make Elves have diarrhea upon eating it, but it doesn’t affect other animals.”

“Without the Fruit of Life, the Elves’ lifespan will be greatly reduced. Their original lifespan is only about two hundred years, which is not even considered long-lived.”

“Oh.” Ange responded in the same indifferent tone, continuing to fiddle with his seed.

“Anyway, this is it. The Elves have taken a lot of effort, yet they haven’t received forgiveness from the World Tree. They have a headache waiting for them.” Negris said gleefully.

“Oh.” Ange responded again, paused for a moment, he suddenly looked up towards a certain direction, then sprinted towards it, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The Little Angel and Little Zombie, who had been playing around, quickly followed.

Negris was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly fluttered his wings to catch up. After chasing for a while and finding that Ange and others had long since disappeared, he simply gave up the chase and projected himself onto Ange’s form.

Once projected onto Ange’s body, he only felt a swift breeze. Ange burst into full speed, nearly catching up to Lightning.

Soon he reached the edge of the Fallen Dragon Lake, and saw Rogge engaging in a fierce battle with three Black Warriors, the thundering sound of weapons colliding echoed continuously.

Rogge, being the Dark Knight Emperor, although not as skilled as Anthony, was by no means weak, but the three Black Warriors he faced were equally strong. Two of them were of duke level, but one was a Black Knight Emperor on par with him.

Fighting an Emperor and two Dukes with his own strength, Rogge was in grave danger. Seeing Ange arrive, he quickly cried out: “Lord, save me.”

Because Ange wasn’t wearing his straw hat, the opponent’s Black Knight Emperor said disdainfully: “Humph, a Golden Skeleton? You’re asking a Golden Skeleton to save you? You’ve brought disgrace to the Black Warriors, disassemble it.”

The last sentence was addressed to the two Black Knight Dukes. The two Black Knight Dukes immediately abandoned Rogge and turned to charge at Ange. Their blurry faces were filled with cruelty. A Golden Skeleton, it would only take them a few seconds to disassemble it into fragments.