This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees

"According to our investigation of the Evil Art Master Lance, the Windward Valley is an important channel for the creatures from the outer planes to infiltrate the main material plane. I have already suffered a near-fatal attack, and of course, I don't want to suffer a second time. Therefore, this investigation must be thorough.

"In addition, I used the Undead Calamity to destroy the Sampan Plane. In order to prevent a large number of undead from spilling into the Jade Court, I decided to personally guard the Windward Valley. This is to solve the problem for you.

"You don't want zombies or skeletons to knock on the door of an ordinary elf's house every three or five days, do you? "

Matthew spoke frankly.

Tyraste fell silent.

Of course, he knew that the other party was talking nonsense, but at this juncture, he really did not have the extra energy to argue with Matthew.

Thinking of this.

His mood suddenly became a little irritable.

He looked at Matthew with a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

However, Matthew keenly caught it.

His heart thumped violently.

On the surface.

Matthew was still very calm.

" Windward Valley is still your land, and I have no intention of occupying it. However, judging from the current situation, whether it's to track down the remnants of the Order of Calamity, to manage the Scar of the Dead, or to deal with the remaining Undead Calamity in the Sampan Plane, I need to obtain the right to stay in Windward Valley for a long time.

"And our existence can actually help you divert the attention of the ordinary elves, right? "

Hearing this…

Tyraste finally spoke slowly,

"All of Windward Valley can't be given to you. "

Matthew was quite decisive.

"Then I'll take half.

" After dealing with the ruins left behind by the Undead Calamity, I plan to develop the Sampan Plane for the second time. This requires a lot of manpower and investment. For this reason, I plan to form a business group for plane development. At present, many people have invested, including archmages like Edmond.

"As long as you can handle the situation in Jade Court, you will definitely have a share in the development of the Sampan Plane. "

Tyraste emphasized expressionlessly,

"I want a share of the Jade Court! "

Matthew was quite straightforward.

"Sure. "

His stance was very soft.

The main thing was that Tyraste's stance did not look as soft as before.

Moreover, Matthew had actually planted a small trap in his words.

The prerequisite for him to divide the benefits for the Jade Court was that the political situation of the Wood Elves could remain stable.

However, based on Matthew's current premonition.

The carnage in Jade Court would not stop so soon.

Tyraste, whose temperament had changed drastically, thought that he had found the key to solving the problem.

But he might not have realized it.

When he raised his knife.

He might not be able to let go anymore!

This was different from Matthew's levelling of the sampan plane. The dead in the sampan plane were all astral creatures who had once massacred humans. This was revenge for a tooth for a tooth, so he had no psychological burden in launching the Undead Calamity. ŕά₦ọ𐌱ÈṢ

But Tyraste was different.

He was facing his fellow countrymen who had the same blood as him.

Such a rash use of extreme measures to try to solve the internal problems of the race.

There was a high chance that it would cause even bigger problems later!

Matthew had a vague premonition.

Something bad might happen in the Jade Court!

Matthew's prophecy spell was, of course, a pile of dog shit.

But his intuition was quite accurate.

In the past.

If his intuition was only a vague warning sign.

Now…

After having the solidified Equilibrium Point on his body.

Matthew could feel that the once fuzzy feeling had become clear and intense.

At the same time.

He had also become more cautious in weighing his decisions.

He could feel his every move, and even a thought could change the balance between many factions.

This balance was so delicate.

It was like walking slowly on a pile of broken glass.

If he was not careful, he might be stung!

"Except for the half of Windward Valley that I've given you and the area near the Scar of the Dead that we agreed on earlier.

"No other mage can go anywhere except you! "

Tyraste slowly stated the remaining conditions.

Matthew, who had obtained the core benefits, was quite easy to talk to.

He didn't even hold Tyraste accountable for the Evil Art Master Lance!

Under Matthew's deliberate flattery.

The atmosphere of their conversation became much more relaxed.

Tyraste's mood seemed to have improved as well.

" Tyrani told me before that your skeleton is very special. It can actually appreciate the relics of the ancient beauty god, Harthor. This is the key to the basement. You can bring it here to appreciate it at any time.

"If there's anything you like, you can take one or two and just let me know. "

Matthew smiled and took the key from the old elf.

Tyraste's mind was still very clear.

Matthew gave him a way out.

He immediately returned the favour.

The relic of the ancient god of beauty was still quite valuable. Matthew thanked him and naturally said something nice.

The two of them chatted for more than twenty minutes before bidding each other farewell.

Soon after, Matthew returned to Windward Valley and began to arrange for the mages 'camp to be moved to Windward Valley.

But after a long time.

Tyraste's face would still appear in Matthew's mind from time to time.

The change in the old elf before and after slaying the dragon was really touching.

"Edmond is right. Power is terrible. Anyone who has tasted power will face the risk of losing control. "

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