Standing on the main road where the idle personnel gathered, Ayla first put her hands on her hips and caught her breath.
She had somewhat experienced what the Dragonhawk Rider Captain must feel.
The Dragonhawk Cavalry was the Elves’ hard-earned treasure, just like the Hero Squad was something Lala had painstakingly built from nothing.
It was something gained through sheer effort, by personally going into battle!
“Ayla, what are you standing out there for?”
Leah called from inside as she opened the window.
“Come in quickly and have something to eat.”
This was the largest and best treehouse in the entire gathering place.
As for why the girls could enter, it was because there were five old acquaintances inside.
The original Elven Delegation’s five-person team.
“They’re the Sky Knights.”
“Miss Ayla.”
“Y-you… hello.”
Two young male elves blushed as they greeted her, and an unknown female elf also said hello.
In recent days, stories of the Sky Knights and Death Knights had spread everywhere among the elves—names and shadows so deeply rooted that their images were unforgettable.
Silitya had also wanted to greet them, but when she glanced at Tereka’s expression, she held back.
It wasn’t out of fear of getting scolded.
After some explanation, it turned out this treehouse was Lambert’s residence.
It was the biggest and best simply because everyone else was too lazy to maintain it.
After all, Lambert was only emotionally hurt; normally, he was still capable of working hard.
Unlike the others, who were determined to do nothing.
He wasn’t home now; he had gone to prepare food for the kids.
“A few days ago, we wanted to join the elite selection, but the Elders said that only elves older than five hundred years could participate. However, they gave us a new task,” Tereka said.
“We’re here to do repair work!”
Ayla understood—that was community volunteer work.
It was indeed suitable for these kids who had nowhere to release their energy but couldn’t help much otherwise.
“By the way, how’s the situation? Has our army suppressed the sealed creatures already?”
Faced with the elf girl’s question, Ayla shrugged and spoke honestly: “Not very good. It’s probably about to be breached.”
“Impossible!”
“That’s how it is. I didn’t even dare to look. I hurriedly fled with them… Of course, it wasn’t desertion,” Ayla met the gazes of several young people.
“I promised Elder Isadora I’d protect you all because you are the future of the Elven race.”
Tereka froze for a moment, tears welling in her eyes.
“E-Elder Isadora…”
The other young ones were also emotionally touched.
Good.
No one cared about her running off anymore.
While the young elves were feeling sentimental, Ayla called Celes aside and quietly discussed.
“We need a method, at least to find out how Sisa is progressing. After breaking the besieging forces, she will definitely try to find that person’s whereabouts.”
“But you said she’s extremely dangerous and we can’t approach…”
“Yes, so we have to come up with a way to observe remotely.”
“The Dragonhawk really won’t work?”
“No. Although flying mounts offer high mobility, they are not very flexible in a narrow area for a short time. Once spotted, it’s over.”
“I can carefully scout with Zero.”
“No, that’s way too dangerous.”
“What are you two talking about?”
Tereka’s voice suddenly cut in.
“Trying to gather intelligence on the front line?”
Ayla hadn’t had time to answer before she saw Tereka grab the little elf girl abruptly.
“You outsiders just don’t understand. Something this simple—why bother worrying?”
Silitya blinked innocently.
Ayla caught the meaning: “She can do it?”
“Of course.”
Tereka proudly introduced, “Silitya is our Plant Whisperer.”
Literally, a Plant Whisperer is someone who talks to plants.
After systematic training, they become Elven Magicians who awaken plants to assist in battle on the battlefield.
Ayla completely understood and looked at the elf girl.
“So, you’re part of the Elven Magic Array Youth Training Team.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s the junior version of the Elven Magicians. Anyway, since you can do it, let’s set out immediately.”
There was no time to waste—if they waited any longer, the front line would be wiped out.
A few minutes later, five human girls and five from the Elven Delegation gathered at a large open space behind the gathering place, standing in small groups.
Silitya was pulled by Tereka to sit in the center while the latter found a branch and began drawing in the soft earth.
“To gather information near the Sealed Land, there are two straightforward methods. The first is to look for mushrooms. A whole area of mushrooms is like one family—they share thoughts and can share information about the Sealed Land mushrooms.”
As expected from the elf capable of leading the Envoy Group, Tereka’s ability was quite good, though she hadn’t had the chance to show it before.
Ayla nodded in approval.
From her previous life’s knowledge, she knew mushrooms were more than just a family; fungi were essentially one organism, but this problem-solving approach was correct.
“The second method is to wait for news to come from the Sealed Land. Pollen carried by insects, spores blown by the wind, and seeds left by animals can all carry information.”
Hearing this, Silitya couldn’t help but ask, “Seeds left by animals? How can they bring information from there?”
“Don’t ask.”
Tereka covered her eyes.
“Because we’re about to eat.”
“Oh.”
Without delay, the ten split up, not going far, searching nearby the gathering place.
Among the elves, two boys went to look for seeds “left behind” by animals, and an unknown girl collected dandelions blown over from there.
On the human side, Celes searched for mushrooms with Vina’s help, and Zero finally returned to what she once loved most—picking flowers.
Ayla and Leah stayed where they were, not participating in the search.
The reason?
Their body types weren’t suitable for searching on the ground.
Their large chests blocked their view.
Leah wanted to say something but seeing Tereka and Silitya nearby, she wasn’t completely alone. She quietly scratched Ayla’s palm.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing much, just wanted to poke you.”
The Saintess said righteously, “Why? Is that not allowed?”
“Of course it is.”
Poking the palm was definitely fine—poking was allowed anytime.
Soon, everyone returned with their respective finds and laid them on the ground for Silitya to pick from.
“Uh, this is… a seed?”
Seeing the dark, blackish object, Silitya decided to skip it and touched a dandelion instead.
Closing her eyes, she muttered for a while before her expression suddenly changed drastically.
“What’s wrong?”
Tereka asked anxiously.
“How’s the situation?”
“A lot of people have died. Many of our seniors.”