Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 1266 - 817: Survival of the Fittest

"The Original Barrier? What’s that?"

Eve felt a slight stir in her heart.

Upon hearing the name, she instinctively sensed a certain tremor within her, seemingly rooted in the soul of the World Tree.

"The Original Barrier..."

The Seventh Demon God Azazel opened his mouth, with a trace of confusion appearing in his expression.

"Yeah... what exactly is the Original Barrier?"

He mumbled with wide eyes.

Rubbing his flame-engulfed head, Azazel said somewhat awkwardly,

"S-sorry... Lord God, uh, I... I can’t seem to remember."

Eve: ...

Can’t remember?

Can myths even forget memories?

At this moment, there were ten thousand complaints she wanted to voice, even briefly suspecting whether the other was taking her for a fool.

But seeing Azazel’s puzzled and bewildered look, Eve quickly calmed down.

No...

It’s not forgetfulness.

Azazel probably isn’t lying.

Moreover, he has no need to lie.

So... this so-called forgetfulness is quite intriguing.

Eve’s mind stirred slightly, pondering a few conjectures.

Perhaps... part of Azazel’s memory was once blocked or erased by an external force.

And the entity capable of doing this, Eve could think of only one.

"Abyssal Will?"

Eve thought to herself.

Seeing the Seventh Demon God suddenly mired in conflict, Eve decided to refrain from further questioning.

She shook her head and turned, intending to leave.

"Wait... Lord God!"

At this moment, Azazel suddenly called out.

"Hmm?"

Eve turned around.

"Did you remember?"

She asked.

Azazel’s expression remained somewhat awkward.

He scratched his head, nervously saying,

"N-no, I didn’t..."

Then why did you stop me?

Eve didn’t speak, but her slightly furrowed brows and displeased glance conveyed this message.

Azazel instantly understood.

"No... Lord God... I... I just wanted to say, I’ll work hard, could you... could you still let me be the maze’s administrator?"

He said apprehensively.

Eve paused her steps, scrutinizing Azazel up and down without saying anything.

Under her profound gaze, Azazel grew even more apprehensive.

"Azazel."

Eve suddenly spoke.

"In the future... will you dare betray me again?"

"I won’t dare! I’ll never dare again!"

Azazel shook his head like a rattle drum.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river?"

Azazel: ...

"Lord God, can we not mention that anymore?"

He drooped his head.

Seeing the Seventh Demon God looking as if completely demoralized, with an expression akin to having his dark history exposed, Eve couldn’t help but chuckle.

Exhaling a breath, she withheld her smile, no longer teasing the other, her expression reverting to calm.

"Restoring your authority isn’t impossible..."

"Thank you! Great Lord God! I will definitely work hard!"

Azazel’s eyes lit up, immediately springing up like a fed husky.

"But..."

Eve pivoted the conversation.

"I’ll give you a month’s time. If you can get Shadow Demon Nai’er to disclose information about the Original Barrier, I’ll allow you to regain control of the Demon Maze. Before then... you still must battle every other day."

She said with a smile.

That alluring yet chilling smile made Azazel shiver, and he deflated like a ball losing air.

But soon, he pulled himself together, nodding slowly:

"Okay... okay... I’ll do it, I will."

"Then I await your news."

Eve chuckled softly, turning to leave.

The Demon Maze needs a sly planner.

As of now, Eve hadn’t found anyone better than Azazel for the role.

Though she didn’t believe this demon god’s claims one bit, since she’d obtained his Hell core, there was no fear of him rebelling.

This period was just a moment to discipline him.

As for Shadow Demon Nai’er... discovering anything about the Original Barrier from him would be great, but even if not, it was no big deal.

Just a leisurely step.

There are plenty of old fellows in Segis World. If Eve wants to gather information, she can take her time.

Not to mention, isn’t she just about to meet Ulinos, the Dragon Ancestor from beyond? He might know something.

She felt that the so-called Original Barrier, and the golden divine blood she obtained from the Dwarves and the God of Forging Dolfert, must have some connection... 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Having settled Shadow Demon Nai’er and offered Azazel a promotion carrot, Eve left the Demon Maze.

The Divine Power Avatar returned to the palace, while her primary consciousness re-entered the True God Avatar disguised as the wind in the Extreme Northern Icefield...

The leisure journey isn’t over yet.

...

The players slept well that night.

When everyone gradually awoke the next day, it was already bright outside the cave.

Unlike yesterday, today was overcast, the skies draped with pure white clouds moving slowly like a vast blanket.

And on the ground, lush grasslands glistened with dewdrops yet to evaporate, looking green and lush under the light.

During the daytime, the players finally saw the floral sea spectacle the Golden Dragon mentioned.

The alpine meadow scenery was indeed beautiful. Especially when the hill breeze blew, causing the boundless floral meadow to ripple like waves, it evoked the ancient poem, "The wind blows the grass low to reveal cattle and sheep."

Of course, the Extreme Northern Icefield lacked the cattle and sheep of the great plains but had ice deer and alpine musk oxen instead, occasionally spotted bouncing freely in the meadows, adding an extra burst of vitality to the scene.