Chapter 915 - Maybe I'm Allowed To Fertilize That Tree

Mornings in the Wind Forest were foggy.

In a luxurious palace, a middle-aged elf looked at Borg sadly, and said, “Lord Borg, when Irina and some other guys killed all the mercenaries who escorted the slaves, we lost more than 100 slaves. And yesterday, Alex destroyed a mercenary group led by a level eight demon in Chaos City. I’m afraid it will be very difficult for us to get more slaves.”

Borg was sitting in an opulent chair with a dark face. He crushed the cup in his hand. “Alex is such a pain in the a*ss. Although he has died once, he is just as obnoxious as he used to be.” He paused for a moment, and then continued, “Raise the bounty and warn those guys not to even think about selling slaves elsewhere. Otherwise, they will pay a heavy price! Elves can only be sold to the Wind Forest! If they forget, have people remind them.”

“Yes, Lord Borg,” the man replied before bowing and taking his leave.

“How long can the Tree of Life last? That power is fascinating. Soon I’ll subject the whole Wind Forest to my rule, including the queen.” Borg raised his hand and a green flame appeared and danced in his palm. Greenish black lines appeared on his arm, extending to his wrist.

“Alex, I’ll kill you myself and have my revenge!” Borg’s eyes turned blood-red, his shadow dancing in the light like a devil.

The cave in which the Tree of Life grew still emitted green light. The Spring of Life had dried up completely, and the trees around had become less vigorous and some were dying.

The once holy land of the elves had now become a forbidden area. Elves were told not to come near, or they would be subjected to severe punishment. Two teams of elves were patrolling here.

After the elven queen went into seclusion, several major events had happened in the Wind Forest. Princess Irina had been deprived of the title of princess, but what she had said was like a seed, which had rooted in the hearts of young elves and grown.

Many young elf boys and girls from noble houses were grounded these days. Although the news came out that they made small mistakes, everyone knew why they were punished.

Changes were happening quietly, unsettling the older generation of elves, and it was none other than the successors they were painstakingly trying to cultivate that were causing these changes.

The cave was as quiet as ever, or rather, quieter than before because Firis, who had always fussed over every little thing, was no longer here.

Irina was still sitting under the Tree of Life in her long white dress, meditating with her eyes closed. A green light rose from her body and connected her to the tree of life.

There were many blackish green cracks in the trunk of the Tree of Life. They were halfway up from the roots, and there was evil coming out of those cracks.

The leaves were drooping and not as green as before.

However, the vitality of the Tree of Life and Irina’s magic were fighting against the evil and trying to keep it at bay.

“As expected, Borg has turned his back on the God of Life and joined the undead. He even dares to hurt the Tree of Life.” After a long while, Irina opened her eyes. The light coming from her faded away. She needed some rest to recover her energy.

“Bean Sprout, I want a cup of…” Irina started, and then suddenly remembered that Firis was no longer here. She looked at the empty cave and shook her head with a smile. The girl who had been found and taken in by her when she was very young, and who had never left the Wind Forest before, was in Chaos City now. She trusted Mag to look after her.

Irina looked up at the Tree of Life and sighed. “Hang in there, old friend. If you fall, elves are finished. The God of Life will not protect the elves tainted by the undead. You are our last hope.”

The half-withered branches swayed slightly, as if in response to Irina’s words.

That brought a smile to Irina’s lips. She stood up and walked around in the cave. Then she sat back down and closed her eyes again. “I’ll rest an hour, and then we continue fighting the evil. I think I’m getting the hang of it. It seems its fear of holy light is far greater than the power of life. ”

…

“That tree has stopped producing water of life. It’s a big problem. I can’t grow rice!

“Now I need a lot of rice of life every day, and the stock can last three months at most. It takes two months for rice to grow and ripen, so I need to get that tree to start producing water again in one month.

“Those things are really annoying. They couldn’t have come at a worse time. I would have wiped them all out with gamma rays, but God has told me not to meddle in such matters. I can’t grow rice with them here. I’m losing money!”

The system was talking to itself in Mag’s head.

“I can’t kill them, but maybe I’m allowed to fertilize that tree.

“As the God of Cookery Cultivation System, my mission is to assist Mag to become the God of Cookery. If I can’t guarantee the adequate supply of rice of life, Yangzhou fried rice will have to be removed from the menu. I cannot let that happen!

“Saving the tree doesn’t go against my three rules.

“I have never dealt with undead creatures before. Let me study the anatomy of them first. Everything can be explained by science. If it cannot be explained, it must be because science is not developed enough.”

…

Once again, Firis showed her great knife skills. All the ingredients quickly became pieces of required sizes under the Chinese chef’s knife. Even Mag couldn’t find fault with her handiwork.

Mag was busy too. In addition to the ingredients that needed to be cut, there were many other things that needed to be done by him, such as preparing the sauces for beef kebabs and marinating beef.

However, Mag’s workload had been reduced by at least half, which made him very happy.

Soon Sally and Yabemiya arrived.

“Miya, did you sleep well last night?” Mag asked with concern when he saw the dark circles around her eyes.