So if the artifact is really in the forest, I can definitely find it."

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"Do you need my help?"

Talona asked with interest.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't think it is needed.

After all, Mysrien Seret has not shown any miracles for a long time, and there are not many believers left even among the elves.

His father believed that he was most likely too weak to incarnate in Toril.

So this is not a very dangerous job in theory."

After saying that, Nimidona flapped her wings and rose into the sky and disappeared into the vast night.

Watching her retreating back, Talona whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "The Ring of Mythryn?

Soth really likes to collect these artifacts and messy magic knowledge.

Since he likes it so much, I will create an exclusive artifact for him the next time we meet.

But what is the best way to present this artifact?

A weapon?

A book?

Or ordinary equipment such as amulets, boots, and belts?

It is best to wait until you obtain the Death Priesthood and gain powerful divine power before starting preparations.

Only in this way can the artifact be more powerful."

Along with muttering to himself, Talona's black bird incarnation quickly spread its wings and flew away, intending to go to the Riverside Forest and the Dragon Forest to check out the Druid sect that believes in itself there.

She is obviously not worried at all about the son of Baal, who is making more and more noise in the south, and she doesn't think the dead god of murder Baal can cause any trouble.

Compared with these, the goddess is actually more looking forward to Zuo Si appearing in front of her with the priest of death, and what may happen next.

……

At the same time, outside the temple that originally belonged to the surface elves deep in the Wildas Forest in the south.

Aberdare and his party have arrived at their camp led by forest elf warriors and are negotiating with General Sofalidas, who is leading this army.

The reason is simple.

The elf commander needs to figure out what the intentions of these mixed teams of humans, half-elves and drow are before him, and why they suddenly appear on the battlefield.

After all, the increasingly bad situation now makes him feel exhausted, and he is very eager to return to Sodenisla immediately to save his hometown that is about to fall completely.

That kind of constant anxiety, tension, worry and fear makes this commander with a total warrior level of LV16 seem a little rough and suspicious.

Without even asking for permission from Sancho and others, he directly called Elhan, his best interrogator, and several priests responsible for casting the second-ring magic [Realm of Honesty].

Obviously, the forest elves hope to use this simple and crude method to confirm whether the adventuring team in front of them is an enemy or a friend.

"Damn it! What do you mean?"

When Aberdare, who also had a bad temper, realized what the other party wanted to do, he immediately exuded a suffocating murderous aura.

"Calm down, humans. We don't want to cause trouble, we just want to find out whether you are enemies. Don't forget, there is a drow in your team."

While saying this, Elhan stared at Viconia with vigilant eyes.

These days of desperate fighting and the astonishing casualty rate made him inevitably develop a strong hatred for the dark elves.

If the warrior who came back to report had not mentioned that the drow woman in front of him had killed many of her kin in the battle, he would have even been tempted to skip the interrogation part and execute her to death.

"Hmph! Stupid guy.

Who do you think you are talking to?

Do you think that an army of just a few hundred people can pose a threat to us?

Standing here now is the son of Baal, who killed Uster Nassar in the Underdark and made the dark elves in the entire city fearful.

As long as they are willing, they can use the same method to kill you all at any time.

So shut up!

Put away that ridiculous arrogance and arrogance, otherwise I guarantee you will die ugly."

Viconia obviously did not accept this trick and directly started the vicious tongue and intimidation mode.

Although she has long been separated from her original group and the control of the spider goddess Rose, her contempt for the elves on the surface is still engraved in her bones after hearing and seeing her since childhood.

Elhan was visibly irritated.

Just when he subconsciously held the enchanted scimitar and wanted to give Viconia some color, the priest who was performing magic next to him immediately said in unison with an extremely shocked tone: "Truth! She...she just said

Everything is true!"

"What? The truth! Do you mean...these people really killed Uster Nassar and made the dark elves in the entire city flee in fear?"

Elhan was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he couldn't believe the priests' judgment.

After all, Uster Nasa is home to tens of thousands of dark elves. Even if only a small part is dispatched, the forest elf kingdom will feel like it is facing a formidable enemy, not to mention killing the opponent's base camp.

Even those bards who like to use exaggerated techniques to describe heroic stories may not dare to arrange such a plot.

But he also knows that the biggest feature of the magic [Realm of Honesty] is that people within the coverage cannot lie.

Therefore, since Viconia can speak nonsense so smoothly, it means that there is absolutely no lie in it.

General Zofalidas also took a breath and began to sweep around the team members quickly. After half a minute, he asked: "Which of you is the son of Baal?"

"All three of us!"

Sancho took the initiative to take a step forward, first pointing at himself, then at Aberdare and Eamonn.

The next second...

All the elves, including General Zofalidas and Elhan, opened their mouths in shock.

Because they couldn't believe it in their dreams, half of the six-person team in front of them were sons of God.

Especially the breath that Sancho deliberately released made everyone have the urge to kneel down and worship.

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At this time, if General Sofaridas, who is a high-ranking member of the Elf Kingdom, still doesn’t understand what is going on, he can die.

He immediately raised his hand to signal all the priests to stop their magic, and hurriedly put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply to the too young human boy in front of him.

"I am extremely sorry, noble Son of God, please forgive us for our previous offense."

"Ha! It's really interesting! The way you look now reminds me of those goblin slaves who bully the weak and fear the strong."

Viconia mocked mercilessly.

But just when this guy wanted to further stimulate these forest elves, Sancho stopped her provocation with sharp eyes and said straight to the point: "Your Excellency, I know that you have accumulated a lot of experience fighting the dark elves here.

Resentment and hatred.

But the problem is that we are not your enemies, but the enemies of Irenikas.

The reason why we chased him here from the Underdark is to kill him and take back from him the destiny that was usurped by our companions.

You can understand this as a civil war between the Sons of Baal.

So if it's convenient, it's best to point out the way to Sodenisla.

The sooner we get there, the sooner your city and country can be liberated."

"The destiny of being usurped? The civil war of the Sons of Baal? You mean that Janareth took away the power and divinity of a Son of Baal!"

After realizing what Irenekas had done, General Zofalidas's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heartbeat also accelerated to three times the usual rate.

He now finally understands why this formerly respected high mage sealed the entrance to Sodenisla.

It turns out that what the other party wants is to absorb the huge energy of the Tree of Life and become a god.

If this blasphemous guy is allowed to succeed in the end, then every elf in Sonnisla will become an out-and-out sinner.

But soon, General Zoffalidas showed an extremely bitter smile and responded helplessly: "Although I really want to show you a way.

Unfortunately, after Jonares raided Sodanisla, he had already used the power of the magic lock to seal the entrance.

Now even we can't find our way home."

"What? Is there no other way?"

Jaheira frowned and asked.

"There is a way.

In this temple, an artifact with powerful magical power, the Lamp of Lane, was originally enshrined.

It is engraved with ancient magic spells and blessings from the elven gods.

No power in the world can prevent it from returning to the homeland of the elves.
To be continued...