My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Everything proceeded normally afterward until the banquet ended.

Dragon City became much quieter, while Young Dragon City became lively.

Representatives from various ethnic groups gathered in twos and threes in front of the teleportation array, waiting to leave.

The atmosphere should have been a normal diplomatic farewell, but someone spoke first, and the topic veered in the same direction.

"I never expected Lin Mo to control the dragon race. That's quite a surprise."

"Who can argue with that?"

The vampire Dracula wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, his pale face clouded with gloom.

"Our Blood Fortress is still surrounded by the Ghost Army, and they say they won't disperse until the protection money is paid in full."

Everyone sighed upon hearing this, as this was their current predicament.

The orc leader, carrying the chipped battle axe, snorted coldly upon hearing this.

He had drunk too much of the Dragon Clan's strong liquor at the banquet today, and the alcohol made him bolder than usual.

"Hmph, just wait and see what he does when he's convicted of being a demon king. Then..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hand patted the back of his head.

The force was light, like teasing a disobedient dog.

The orc leader turned around angrily, but the curse he was about to utter caught in his throat when he saw who it was.

Because the one who patted his head was none other than Yin Xue.

Yin Xue hovered behind him with her small wings flapping, sitting cross-legged in the air, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"What will you do then?"

The orc chieftain sobered up instantly.

He shuddered, stiffly turned his head, and saw the figure in black robes and with a black sword beside Yin Xue.

Lin Mo didn't even look at him; his gaze went past his shoulder and was glancing towards the direction of the elves.

But the mere sight of that figure standing there was enough to make the orc leader's knees buckle.

With a thud, his body, which had roamed the grasslands for most of his life, knelt down decisively.

"What I mean is... I will definitely serve you wholeheartedly when the time comes! The orc warriors of the grasslands will be at your command! I will go through fire and water for you, Your Majesty!"

However, Lin Mo didn't even glance at him.

He walked straight past the kneeling orc chieftain without pausing for even a second.

It's not that I disdain it, it's just that there's no need for it.

These people's attitudes can be reversed today by fear, and they can be reversed again tomorrow by even greater fear.

If he's strong enough, they'll naturally kneel down faster than anyone else.

He approached Aize and spoke in a calm tone.

"Let's go to the Elven realm now."

It's not a discussion, not a request for opinions; it's a statement.

Aize raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his emerald eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Now?"

Lin Mo nodded.

Aize smiled knowingly.

"Alright, I'll arrange the welcoming ceremony right away."

He turned to the side and gestured for Lin Mo to go ahead with him.

The representatives of various races around him, who had just been terrified, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration when they saw Aize's demeanor.

Who is Lin Mo? It's already difficult enough to remain calm in front of him, let alone to be able to chat and laugh as if he were a polite and welcoming person.

As expected of the Elf King, their composure was beyond their comprehension.

Lin Mo had already stepped into the formation, with Aize following closely behind.

Under the control of the dragon servants, the teleportation array slowly rose with silver light.

The light grew brighter and brighter until it engulfed the two figures. The humming of the teleportation array echoed across the plaza for a moment before gradually dissipating.

The people in the square looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

The goblin representative wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, muttering with lingering fear, "My God of the Earth, he almost heard us..."

The orc chieftain, who was kneeling on the ground, was helped up by his companions; his legs were still trembling.

He swallowed hard in the direction where the blood had disappeared, and dared not utter another word.

……

Deep in the wilderness, in a ruin that had been abandoned for countless years, a teleportation array lit up.

The ruins have long been eroded by wind and sand, with withered thorns crawling among the broken walls. Only the ancient magic circle in the center of the altar is still barely functioning.

The silver light gradually solidified into the outlines of two people.

Aize stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes motionless, his posture still composed.

Lin Mo staggered half a step to the side, one hand supporting the weathered, pitted stone pillar at the edge of the altar.

His face was pale, and a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

My stomach was churning, as if I had been stuffed into a rolling drum and spun around eight hundred times.

"Are you experiencing teleportation sickness?"

Yin Xue flew up from his shoulder, sat cross-legged in the air, tilted his head to examine his face, and his expression changed from doubt to schadenfreude.

Lin Mo glared at her but didn't say anything. He was indeed dizzy, but he didn't want to admit it.

Since arriving in this world, he has either relied on his own legs or Little Red's speed; he has never actually sat in a fixed teleportation array before.

Aize explained from the side, "This teleportation array is too old, so unstable teleportation is common."

Lin Mo took a deep breath, released his grip on the stone pillar, and straightened up. His face was still a little pale, but his voice had returned to its usual coldness.

"Weren't we going to the Elven realm? Why are we here?"

Aize looked away from his face and gazed at the vast wasteland beyond the ruins, his voice tinged with a helpless sigh.

"The last time the Elf Clan and the Dragon Clan established diplomatic relations was hundreds of years ago. For hundreds of years, the Dragon Clan has lived deep within the Dragon Realm and has not interfered in external affairs. The Elf Clan has no need to take the initiative to make contact. There is only one fixed teleportation array left between the Dragon Realm and the Elf Forest, which was built during the fight against the Demon King."

He pointed to the north side of the ruins, his tone becoming relaxed again.

"However, we're not far from the elves here. We can still send someone back to inform them in time, and by the time we get back, the welcoming ceremony will be almost ready."

Lin Mo looked in the direction Aize pointed.

At the edge of the wasteland, a dark green line can be faintly seen; that is the edge of the Elf Forest.

"Let's go then, don't waste any more time."

……

The journey went smoothly until the two arrived at a location about ten miles outside the elven city.

The air here was thick with yin energy, and the temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees.

The moment Lin Mo stepped into this place, a soul slowly emerged from the ground.

"Your Majesty, what brings you here?"

This is a female demon, the very one Lin Mo sent out when he declared war on the entire continent.

She had just advanced to this point when she encountered resistance from the elves. After that, she received news that they wanted to collect protection money, so she led her ghost army to lie in ambush here.

The yin energy seeping from the ground was Lin Mo's ghost army.

Lin Mo's brows relaxed upon seeing this: "Is this why you chose to teleport outside the city?"

Aize smiled and said, "I'm serious. It would be even better if you were willing to withdraw your troops ahead of schedule."

Lin Mo glanced at him, then waved his hand, and the yin energy on the ground was suddenly stirred.

As if summoned by something, souls flew out of the ground and disappeared into the black sword.

Finally, Lin Mo looked at the female banshee: "You did well. Go back and get a spirit essence to break through."

The demoness was overjoyed: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After saying that, it flew directly towards the human empire.

Seeing this, Aize said, "His Majesty Lin Mo's method of managing people is truly direct."

Lin Mo ignored him: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go into the city."