The aura of power that Herag displayed was naturally not strong, but the Mushroom King and the others would not underestimate him at all.

For an existence that has just awakened, this stage is when their strength has not fully recovered.

But this doesn't mean you can provoke them; even at their weakest, these old beings are not someone ordinary people can afford to mess with.

What's more, in the eyes of the Mushroom King and others, it's very likely that Herag has restrained his own aura, making it impossible for them to discern Herag's true strength.

And another point is, no one wants to provoke such an ancient being who has just awakened without any reason.

No grudges and no enmity; no one wants to create trouble for themselves. It's wise to make friends with them if possible.

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Squirrel Yom led his army of several thousand demons toward the Dark Swamp.

From the direction, the Dark Swamp lies to the east of the Red Forest, with the boundary delineated by the interface of redwood and marshland.

The Dark Swamp spans a vast area, almost a swamp kingdom, boundless and expansive.

The demons of the Red Forest have no idea how large the Dark Swamp is, having no concept of area.

In other words, no one has ever bothered to calculate this issue, nor do they care about such matters.

Their target was a pasture in the Dark Swamp, intending to raid the pasture and take what's inside.

This pasture is not the conventional kind, with no cows or sheep, but a kind unique to Dark Elves.

Because the pasture is located on the outskirts of the Dark Swamp, quite distant from the Dark Elf settlement, its defenses are relatively weak.

Since Squirrel is the weakest bloodline in the Red Forest, he was assigned this relatively low-risk task.

Herag followed the demon army into the Dark Swamp, quickly advancing toward the pasture.

The Dark Swamp is undoubtedly fraught with dangers for ordinary people.

The swamp is populated with numerous demons, possessing various tricky abilities, having lived there long-term.

Many demons operate under the swamp, making it difficult to capture their movements, ghost-like and elusive.

However, for the Squirrels, these weren't issues.

Wherever they passed, demons would flee in panic, daring not to cause trouble.

The only thing impeding their speed was the terrain of the swamp hindering movement.

After traveling for half a month in the Dark Swamp, they finally saw the pasture from afar.

Herag crouched low, hiding in a dense thicket, silently observing.

The Dark Elves' pasture resembled a giant beehive, standing erect in the swamp.

The entire pasture was dark in color, very similar in shape to a beehive, only many times larger.

Herag estimated the pasture's height to be five to six hundred meters, with a large area.

The black hive was doted with holes of various sizes, where many small, black humanoid creatures could be seen going in and out.

These were the lowest-ranking Dark Elf servants, small in stature, akin to human children aged five or six.

The Dark Elf servants were also skinny and frail, with emaciated frames, bearing a pair of black wings allowing flight.

From time to time, a Dark Elf servant would fly in from afar, carrying a shiny piece of ore into the pasture.

This was the Dark Elf's pasture, but it was these servants that were being herded.

Seeing Herag observing the pasture, Squirrel explained, "The Dark Elves' pasture is a treasure trove, containing the Dark Elves' life crystals."

"Life crystals…" Herag didn't know what that was, but from Squirrel Yom's drooling expression, it seemed to be something edible.

"Attack!" Yom decisively issued the command, and the demon army hidden in the thicket launched their strike.

The Dark Elves on guard duty by the pasture reacted swiftly, immediately aware of the stir on this side, letting out a piercing screech to alert others.

A large number of armed Dark Elves quickly emerged from the pasture, these were the Dark Elves' guards responsible for defending the place.

The number of guards seemed copious, several times that of the Squirrels.

But Squirrel Yom and the others were fearless, charging head-on.

Herag remained in the bushes, merely observing the battle, as he was not a participant.

He noticed that as the Squirrels charged, some kind of power coursed through their bodies, transforming from being only twenty centimeters tall to muscle-bound Squirrels, three to five meters in height, in the blink of an eye.

Once in their true form, these Squirrels' muscles were full and powerful, perfectly proportioned.

A five-meter tall Squirrel led the charge, ignoring the blades thrust towards him by the Dark Elf guards, recklessly smashing forward with his massive body.

The blades couldn't even cut a squirrel hair, nor could they inflict any harm on the Squirrel.

Conversely, the immense force of the Squirrel's collision sent a group of Dark Elf guards flying; quite a few were knocked farther, with heads and limbs scattered across the ground.

Herag originally thought the Squirrels might attack with some other means, but to his surprise, they belonged to a knight-like clan.

Squirrel Yom floated mid-air, observing the unfolding battle.

He hadn't shown his true form yet, looking relaxed, as if his intervention wasn't needed.

Yom's demon army charged through the pasture like an unstoppable force, chaos erupting within, and the wailing cries of the Dark Elves resonated continually.

The battle ended swiftly, in less than an hour.

It was a one-sided massacre, leaving Herag wondering whether Squirrel Yom had brought too much power.

The pasture guards stood no chance, almost no casualties on this side, as they were not even on the same tier of power.

It seemed Yom had brought so many as a precaution against unforeseen circumstances, otherwise, a typical raid wouldn't require such numbers.

The pasture was quickly seized, with the Dark Elves either dead, injured, or fleeing in numbers.

Yom didn't bother sending people to pursue them, letting them go.

By the time they could relay the news to the Dark Elves, Yom's group would have already withdrawn, making pursuit meaningless; it was better to seize the opportunity to loot.

While seizing the life crystals inside the pasture, Yom and the others took care to preserve the integrity of the pasture, which resembled a beehive.

It seemed they intended for sustainable development, planning to raid again once the life crystals were mature inside.

From their practiced approach, Herag deduced this wasn't their first time engaging in such acts.

He gazed at the red crystal in his hand, sensing potent life energy within along with an energy akin to bloodline power.

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