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

The moment Lin Mo followed Aize into the Elf Forest, he sensed a completely different aura.

The air here is much more humid than outside, and every breath carries the unique sweetness of grass and trees.

The canopies of towering ancient trees intertwine overhead to form a dark green dome.

The sunlight was filtered through layers of leaves into countless fine beams, which slanted across the moss in the forest.

There was no path underfoot, but with each step, the vines and weeds would automatically move aside, as if they were alive, and then close up again after someone had passed.

Yin Xue flew up from Lin Mo's shoulder, looking around and nodding from time to time.

She reached out and poked a glowing vine hanging from a tree trunk, and the vine immediately retracted.

"Tsk, just like before, these trees can continuously heal the elves. As long as you stand in the forest, it's like having an infinitely sustainable healer. When I led my troops in, cutting down these trees alone cost me 30% of my forces."

"Haha, this forest has been baptized by the laws of life."

Aize walked ahead with light steps, his tone carrying a hint of pride as the host: "This is not an ordinary magical blessing, but a blessing at the level of laws. Wherever the tree roots reach, it is the territory of the elves. Fighting here, the elves do indeed have a great advantage in terms of terrain."

Lin Mo nodded, his gaze sweeping over the canopy of an ancient tree.

His ghostly army was previously repelled when trying to enter this forest. Living people could enter without issue, but the undead would be continuously burned and purified the moment they entered.

He could sense that fluctuation of law, which was at a higher level than the law power he had comprehended. It seemed that there was a very powerful being among the ancestors of the Elven race.

At that moment, Aize seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Oh, right, I haven't had a chance to properly thank you about the dark elves yet."

Lin Mo was taken aback: "Dark elves?"

Aize nodded: "Their fate has troubled the Elven race for hundreds of years. Those who advocate integration accuse the pro-war faction of being cold-blooded, while those who advocate extermination cannot bear the infamy of killing their own kind. As the Elven King, whatever I do is wrong."

He turned to look at Lin Mo, a complex emotion flashing in his emerald eyes.

"Back then, you wiped out all those unruly ones. The remaining dark elves either submitted to the elven race or completely scattered. You solved the greatest internal problem for the elven race in thousands of years all by yourself."

Yin Xuefei flew over and glanced at him: "So you became the wise ruler who accepted them, and Lin Mo took all the blame."

Aize's lips stiffened for a moment: "How can this be called scapegoating? Ha... hahaha."

"cut……"

Lin Mo ignored their bickering, his gaze drawn to the scene gradually emerging from the depths of the forest.

The elven capital was completely different from what he had imagined.

There were no treehouses, no tree hollows, and none of the stereotypical things that elves should live in trees.

A city the size of a human town sits surrounded by giant trees.

The buildings in the city are mainly made of white stone and dark wood, and the streets are lined with all kinds of shops and residences.

Elven children chased and played on the stone pavement, while several elderly elves played some kind of chess game that Lin Mo couldn't understand at a stone table on the street corner.

But not a single tree was cut down.

The city and the forest are not in a antagonistic relationship, but rather grow in an intertwined manner.

A massive ancient tree, so thick it would take more than a dozen people to encircle it, bursts through the roof of a two-story stone building, its canopy spreading out above the roof like a natural parasol.

The vines climbed up the wall and blended into the stone carvings, making it impossible to distinguish between the artificial decorations and the naturally growing plants.

A faint glow permeated the air, originating from luminescent fungi and hanging vines growing throughout the city.

One can imagine how they illuminate the entire town at night.

The city has no walls, because the forest itself is the wall.

The giant branches of the surrounding trees intertwined and formed a living barrier that was more solid than any stone city wall.

Lin Mo stood before the city, his eyebrows slightly raised, a rare look of surprise on his face.

"This is... an elf?"

Aize laughed, his laughter clear and bright.

"Of course. Who says we elves have to live in trees? Those treehouses are outposts set up by the forest patrols, not normal dwellings. Of the elves depicted in human sketchbooks, probably nine out of ten are figments of our imaginations, born from our long seclusion."

Yin Xue's wings stiffened, and he awkwardly withdrew his hands that were gesturing.

"When I attacked back then, I thought that once I entered the Elven territory, I would see the Treehouse Kingdom. But when I saw this city, I almost thought I had gone to the wrong place."

Aize didn't care; he had already walked towards the city gate and waved to the city wall.

Just then, a person stepped out from the archway above the city gate, which was made of intertwined tree branches.

It was a young elven man who looked to be about the same age as Lin Mo.

He wore a light silver-green armor, had a tall and slender figure, and his features were somewhat similar to Aize's, but he was less composed and more sharp-edged.

Lin Mo looked at him, her brows furrowing slightly.

This face looks familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before.

Before Lin Mo could even think of anything, the young elf bowed to Aize and said, "Father, you've returned. We've prepared a welcoming ceremony."

Aize nodded and was about to introduce Lin Mo when he saw the young elf take a step back and suddenly raise his right hand.

"Ready!"

His clear voice boomed above the city gate, carrying a resolute intent to kill.

The moment the words fell, countless figures appeared on the previously empty city wall.

The elven warriors seemed to have become one with the trees, and at this moment they appeared simultaneously, each holding a longbow with emerald green patterns flowing across its surface.

The arrows were already on the string, the bows were fully drawn, and countless gleaming arrowheads were aimed at the area below the city gate.

It's not just the city walls.

Lin Mo glanced sideways.

Elven warriors also appeared among the surrounding trees and bushes. Behind each leaf in the tree canopy that swayed gently in the breeze, it seemed as if a pair of cold eyes were hidden.

Even El, standing on the city wall, was holding a golden longbow.

The power of laws faintly emanated from it; it was one of the divine artifacts of the Elven race, the Sun Bow!

The arrow formation is complete, covering all directions without any blind spots.

But the target locked by countless arrows was only Lin Mo.

With a flap of its wings, Yin Xue flew to Lin Mo's side. A cold light flashed in its scarlet pupils, and a mocking sneer appeared on its delicate face: "Your way of treating guests is quite unique."

Mianmian poked her fluffy little head out from Lin Mo's collar.

Its dark, round eyes glanced at the impenetrable array of arrows surrounding it, then it yawned and spoke softly.

"Dad, they don't seem very welcoming to us."