Chapter 692: eting
Stoneheart City.
In the castle garden grew a delicate pink wood sorrel. It was a magical plant capable of neutralizing low-level poisons and reducing swelling, serving as a supplentary ingredient for many potions and dicinal liquids.
This magical plant also had another na: Bells Grass.
Legend had it that when Bells Grass chid, it would attract pixies, who, drawn by its fragrance, would dance gracefully upon its leaves.
Today, the Bells Grass planted in the castle didn’t attract any pixies, but it did attract a voluptuous blood elf.
“Lord Lycanor, welco!”
In the garden, the hosts were the succubus sisters Delilah and Lilith, along with Sylvana, whom Lycanor knew.
“Stepping in here, I thought I had returned to the City of Blessings, back to my own little garden.”
“It’s beautiful here. The fragrance of Bells Grass captivates .”
Lycanor was very relaxed. She accepted the fruit drink Delilah offered, smiled brightly, and took a hearty sip of the rare sumr fruit cordial.
Without the aloofness of a powerful expert, nor the indifference often worn by Legendary level individuals, Lycanor naturally blended into the atmosphere created by Delilah and Lilith.
“Lord, ever since you entered our Stoneheart Horde, we have been eagerly anticipating this eting.”
“We just didn’t expect that even the war between the human kingdom and the Sea Race couldn’t disturb your leisurely enjoynt of sightseeing along the way.”
Delilah invited Lycanor to be seated, served a plate of pastries, and at the sa ti, subtly alluded to the sentinels who had been monitoring Lycanor.
This was a tactful explanation; Lycanor, as a guest and a Legendary level expert, deserved respect.
“The Stoneheart Horde is the fastest-developing territory I’ve ever seen!”
“Seeing your cities, I know that you, like us blood elves, both desire peace.”
Lycanor raised her glass, and Delilah, Lilith, and Sylvana followed suit. On the general direction, they reached a consensus.
The peace here was the will of both the Blood Elf race and the Stoneheart Horde.
The peace Lycanor ntioned was her way of telling the won she had co for peace.
On this point, everyone was in agreent.
“Lord, what are your thoughts on this war by the Five-Race Alliance against the Sea Race?”
Lilith offered Lycanor a plate of roasted at sprinkled with salt and pepper, and, as if chatting among friends, proactively brought up the topic of the Sea Race.
This topic was unavoidable; the Sea Race had now beco the main subject for the Five-Race Alliance.
“Oh, you all overestimate !”
“The Sea Race issue isn’t sothing I can decide, nor is it sothing we blood elves can decide.”
“Of course, the Stoneheart Horde can’t either.”
“This ti, all of us have been dragged into a quagmire by the Dragon race.”
Lycanor picked up a piece of roasted at, tossed it into her mouth, and chewed heartily, not at all reserved, nor speaking too seriously.
Such conversation was like an intimate exchange between close friends.
Lilith nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips, then bent down and picked up Pallas, who had crawled out from the flower bushes.
“Lord Lycanor, this is Pallas!”
Lilith held Pallas a little higher, introducing him to Lycanor as the giant prince of their Stoneheart Horde.
The smile on Lycanor’s face grew even brighter, like an auntie looking at her sister’s child, her eyes blooming with curiosity towards the giant youngling.
Lycanor was happy; Lilith’s gesture showed she wasn’t being treated as an outsider, but as a trustworthy friend.
It was this gesture that brought the won present and Lycanor much closer.
“The little one’s eyes are very beautiful!”
“He’s also very sturdy. He’ll surely be a remarkable giant in the future.”
Lycanor took a sip of the fruit cordial, put down her cup, wiped her hands, and then took out an exquisite, bolt-less toy crossbow from her storage pouch, handing it to Pallas.
“This is a toy we blood elves played with as children. It’s a gift for Pallas!”
Before Lilith could respond, Pallas took the crossbow and began to play with it on his own.
Seeing this, the won looked at each other and covered their mouths, giggling charmingly.
“Lord, I suggest our two races declare war on the Sea Race together, simultaneously sending out troops to sweep the coastline.”
“Mutual cooperation on land might grant us more opportunities in the sea regions.”
The atmosphere was harmonious, and feelings had ward; Delilah skillfully wove the issues they needed to discuss into the gathering, piece by piece.
“Good idea! That’s precisely why I made this journey!”
Lycanor spoke very affably, eating and chatting, putting everyone at ease.
“After so ti, once the Sea-Devouring Warships are launched, we can also exchange combat experiences and share intelligence.”
Delilah smiled, a very natural and generous smile.
Lycanor had co this ti to cooperate, and she had co with sincerity.
Facing the Sea Race, the Blood Elf race also hoped to join forces with the Stoneheart Horde against the enemy.
One more companion ant one less part of danger.
The upper echelons of the Blood Elf race understood this principle very well.
With these words as a premise, many matters could be further discussed between the two sides.
Thus, Lycanor stayed at the castle and did not go out for two consecutive days.
Only on the third day, when the auction at Seeker’s Mart was about to be held, did she leave the castle, accompanied by Saelen and Vaelia.
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Erald Dream Realm, Stratus Mountains.
The terrain here was mostly steep and folded, with several ridges extending from north to south.
Such mountainous land was densely packed with canyons, cliffs, and peaks; if one were to fall, there would basically be no bones left.
However, such a scene of utter destruction was currently unfolding.
Facing five hundred thousand wyverns, Stratus, as the lord of the Aarakocra race, couldn’t remain calm at all.
Upon discovering the enemy, he had summoned all his kin; any who could fly joined the battle.
In the sky, wyverns, like bombers, continuously dove towards the Aarakocra flocks, their sharp dragon claws rcilessly slashing at their opponents’ heads and abdons.
The Aarakocra flocks, not to be outdone, shrieked and flew forth.
The mont the two large flying troop types clashed, the sky imdiately turned into a slaughterhouse, with black Aarakocra and yellow wyvern armies battling together.
In an instant, the sky darkened, and a rain of blood fell frequently.
So wyverns and Aarakocra collided, both plumting towards the ground.
Other wyverns tore open Aarakocras’ abdons, devouring their flesh and blood, and gnawing on their dark source crystals.
Still others, after wyverns and Aarakocra cleverly dodged each other, would turn and swiftly counter-attack, grappling together.
Of these two flying troop types, wyverns possessed more strength and speed; Aarakocra were smaller and had weaker defenses but were more agile.
Overall, the wyverns were stronger and held the advantage on the battlefield.
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