In the center of the Demon Beast Forest.
Muer wiped the blue blood from the corner of his mouth. The recent battle had taken quite a toll on him. "Damn it... How could those two priests be so strong, wasting all my plans."
He just wanted to refine a few low-quality philosopher's stones to repair his body. What was wrong with that?
"But, the people have been lured away... The next step of the plan can now unfold."
It would just be a bit more troublesome...
He still needed to find those foolish ogres and greedy centaurs to help divert attention.
"They're used to the usual beast tides, aren't they... Let's see if humans can handle it when I add a little extra."
Muer waved his two hands, dry and withered like twigs, as a ghostly blue mana flowed and spread between them.
Under the influence of his mana, the surrounding trees began to twist and mutate.
"After observing for over a decade, I've finally figured out these ancient trees left by the ancient elves... Now, rise! Will of the ancients!"
As Muer's words fell, those twisted and mutated trees actually pulled their roots from the earth, transforming into one treant after another.
This was a common magic of the elves—animating treants.
To use this spell, one needed to analyze the essence of the trees, sense nature, and possess elven bloodline.
It also required a significant amount of mana.
The older the tree, the stronger its combat power after being animated, making it a trump card for the elves.
The only cost was that these animated trees would reach the end of their life within a few years, so the nature-loving elves would not use it recklessly unless it was a matter of life and death.
But Muer was clearly not among them.
This was also why Muer chose the Demon Beast Forest as the first magic web node to conquer.
These powerful treant guards would be a crucial part of his plan; and for this day, he had put a lot of effort into this magic—after all, he hadn't gained the approval of the will of nature and the spirit of the trees.
But there are always more solutions than problems.
If he couldn't gain approval, then he would just twist the will of the tree spirits!
Blood, slaughter, logging, desire, countless filthy conflicts had occurred in this forest, and all Muer needed to do was guide them appropriately.
"Rise, be angry, twisted guardians!"
As Muer continued his chant, more and more treants were awakened and twisted.
These treant guards, with their altered will, were much stronger than the original gentle treants!
Although these twisted treants had only one-tenth the lifespan of normal treants.
"Let the invaders feel the wrath!"
"Shah!" (Treant call)
...
"Gorler, why do you think there are beast tides..." Kakafil asked the knight leaning against a large tree.
"The demon beasts can't survive otherwise," Gorler said, picking up a withered leaf.
"It shouldn't be. According to my last observation, the beast tide should reach a balance after a few more times... It's really strange." Before coming to the borderlands, Kakafil thought the beast tide was normal.
But after arriving, he no longer thought so.
Because he had truly witnessed the destruction of the beast tide, but at the same time, he also had questions, every two years.
Could these rampaging demon beasts recover?
And why didn't they kill each other?
Why did they always come to attack humans?
Logically, there should have been a balance by now, even if the nobles didn't care.
"Probably, something is stirring things up," Gorler said, crushing the leaf in his hand and standing up.
He knew very well the reason for the beast tide's appearance—it wasn't naturally occurring at all!
Most demon beasts could hibernate to get through the cold spells.
If it weren't for the reckless intrusion of humans and his well-meaning mentor disrupting the balance.
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"Sigh, in the end, it's because those nobles don't care," Kakafil sighed.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Why bother with someone else's territory?
If they did intervene, other nobles might suspect them of trying to cultivate a second knight.
If they succeeded, great, but if not, it would be a huge loss.
There's always a buffer.
Naturally, no one wanted to do such a thankless task.
Just cooperate with the Professional Association and manage the people in the city.
"Humans are like that."
"Don't be so pessimistic, my friend. Things will always get better, just like our tools and magic. People and systems will too."
"Hopefully, although I might not live to see that day," Gorler said indifferently.
In his view, things he couldn't see were as good as nonexistent.
"It will happen, just like the sun always rises. Maybe dawn isn't far away... Alright, enough sentimentality, our business for the week has just begun, it's time to set off again."
"Us, huh..."
...
"Can we go any faster?" Ogre asked Macal.
"The centaur has great endurance, but that's about as fast as it goes," Macal replied.
In the world, everything has its strengths and weaknesses.
Of course, it's not that there aren't perfect things, but perfect things aren't meant for a village horse line.
"Is that so..."
Ogre had never ridden a centaur before, so he wasn't very familiar.
"If it were a griffin, it would be fast and long-lasting, and it could fly and fight... But that's a mount for the people inland, we can't afford that here."
Macal rarely made a sarcastic remark.
"True."
Ogre loosened his two hands that were resting on Macal.
At this speed, he didn't really need to hold on tight.
"But we can switch to a better magic-blooded horse at the next town."
"Alright."