in the name of the queen

Chapter 167: Elves can burn, but I can’t?
The age of elves is over.

The era of earth spirits has also ended.

However, their contemporary dryads were resurrected three eras later.

Roland vaguely felt that this matter was closely related to the approaching return date.

Understanding the origins and background of these tree demons, Roland had a bold idea. Since these tree demons also want to survive, is there any possibility of reconciliation?

Of course, what he wants is not allies, but loyal thugs.

If we can't reach an agreement, burn it!
The Dryad has indeed made great contributions to the elves, but what does this have to do with him?
If the presence of a dryad hinders his interests, he will not hesitate to burn the tree.

The nature-loving blood elves once burned the World Tree in anger.

The elves can burn, why can't he?

When Roland woke up, the rising morning light had just poured into the room.

She nodded solemnly, "Of course it's no problem, it's just a pity that in this vegetable garden, I still have a lot of dishes I want to cook for you."

After all, it was her first time to perform precise control. The high temperature of the flame made Lisa's cheeks feel slightly hot, and she even almost burned her palms.

Lisa held her head up proudly, crossed her hands on her chest, and gathered them together, her face full of pride.

Roland smiled and asked: "If the trees in the entire valley are burned, can they be burned?"

Lisa was slightly stunned and instantly understood what Roland meant.

With the movement of the fingertips, the name of the flame merged into one and returned to the palm of the hand.

"It's amazing. Most of the trainee magicians in the Magic Association can't do it either."

If you want to burn it, burn it hard.

"This is just a technique. If you are outdoors, I can also show you the power of fire."

Applause rang out, and Roland expressed his appreciation sincerely.

Fortunately, there was no shame.

It's a pity, but she won't affect Roland's decision-making.

Just when he got up to get dressed, Lisa, who was so excited that she hadn't slept all night, rushed in.

To confirm her words, Lisa opened her arms and slowly closed them, and a ball of flame appeared out of thin air between her palms.

"I am currently a level eight [Temperature Control Apprentice], and my special ability is advanced flame control."

"It's done, I'm done!"

"Congratulations, sister. What is your advanced ability?"

She felt a little regretful, after all, there were a lot of ingredients in the valley.

"It's no pity. Your flame is the weapon to force them to surrender. Only a small part of the trees in the valley produce wisdom, and those wild vegetables are not their companions."

She skillfully controlled the flames and used the flames to write Roland's and her own names like a dazzler.

Lisa seemed a little dissatisfied with Roland's comparison. She wanted to take Roland out to show off the power of fire.

Lisa understood what Roland meant.

He planned to make these dryads compromise.

After all, the dryad doesn't have legs, so even if it can be beaten, it will be useless.

What's more, Roland now knows their details very well, and there will no longer be the embarrassing scene of almost being killed by the antidote.

As soon as he left, Roland went to Norton's laboratory to replenish a batch of high-explosive explosives, prepared kerosene for igniting trees, and then called a cavalry squadron to set off.

Of course, Earl Sif, who wants to take revenge himself, must not be left behind.

She put on her armor, prepared various potions and poisons, got on her horse, and walked proudly at the front of the team.

The team reaches the valley.

Under Roland's arrangement, the cavalrymen picked up shovels and hoes and began to dig a fire isolation belt outside the valley.

It doesn’t have to be used, but the pressure must be full.

After getting ready, Roland took Sif and Lisa into the valley.

As soon as he entered the valley, he unscrewed the oil can in his hand and poured "tons and tons" of high-burning kerosene into the densest area of ​​the valley.

Naturally, the golden ginkgo, which is the tallest tree in the valley, was not spared either.

Despite its daytime appearance it looks like just red pine. Smelling the restlessness in the air and looking at the flames leaping in Lisa's palm, the Golden Ginkgo Tree Demon knew that the end was coming and simply stopped pretending.

Its angry voice came slowly.

"Despicable human being, since you want to kill us, then let's die together! Stupid human being, you were wrong and should not have walked into the valley yourself. I will never let you go!"

Thorns and thorns appeared out of thin air from under Roland's feet.

But Roland was already prepared. He lifted up his special iron-soled boots and stepped on them hard.

The elf Sif provides information, and his understanding of the weaknesses of the golden ginkgo tree demons is better than their own.

The soles of his boots were filled with special attack potion prepared for the dryads.

"what!!!"

The withering pain made the golden ginkgo tree demon feel dizzy.

Despicable human being, how could he?
The dryad swayed its branches angrily, and countless branches and leaves fell down like raindrops.

Roland and others raised special iron umbrellas and rotated them to block the rain of branches and leaves.

The golden ginkgo tree demon was stunned.

Its recovery time was too short, and its annual cycle was recalculated from scratch, resulting in its strength being far less than its peak. Even if the number of its growth rings exceeds a hundred, it will not be so kneaded by Roland.

It was once a giant tree with thirty thousand rings, but now it only has seventy-five rings.

As long as it has sufficient nutrients and gives it a few decades, it can return to its peak condition.

But it doesn't have time.

Today is the day it ends.

"I hate it so much!"

The golden ginkgo tree demon let out a painful cry, and blood stains gurgled down the trunk.

"Don't do anything stupid!"

Roland knew what this guy wanted to do, and shouted loudly: "You are a comrade of the blood elves, and I am the only surviving inheritor of the blood elves. We should not be enemies!"

The golden ginkgo tree demon was stunned, and its voice was a little weak.

"You, what did you say?"

"Do you know the general of the elves? The one who looks very similar to her!"

At Roland's signal, Sif took off her face armor and smiled sweetly.

The golden ginkgo tree demon stared at Sif blankly, unable to believe his eyes.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! General, she."

"I got her dream by chance, and she asked me to take care of you. We are friends, we shouldn't kill each other!"

The golden ginkgo tree demon was silent.

It instinctively didn't want to believe the despicable human being in front of it.

But if he can name the key words of inheritor, blood elf and general, he must be aware of it.

It asked quietly: "How is the general doing now?"

"She is completely dead and cannot be resurrected for the time being."

Although he knew this was the outcome, the golden ginkgo tree demon couldn't help but sob when he heard Roland's sentence.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The general is invincible, how could she die!"

Facing the roar of the tree demon, Roland said calmly: "God's punishment is coming, all living beings are equal, nothing is impossible."

The dryad whined sadly.

After an unknown amount of time, it let out a heavy sigh.

"Human beings, when the day of final return arrives, all life will come to an end. Your calculations are meaningless and in vain."

"It's not you who decides whether it's in vain, it's me!"

Now that the good words have been said, it’s time to talk business.

"Obey me or die."

(End of this chapter)