Who am I, Selen, afraid of?

Although this area is where the Aveli Elves reside, and it can be said that trees are everywhere, the problem is that these trees are not usable immediately after being cut down. They need to be processed into standardized lumber before they can be used to construct and repair various siege weaponry. The reason Serlun asked Roy to find a lumber mill is precisely this.

Roy led this Demon Squad and randomly chose a direction to advance. After being instructed by Roy, Fat Tiger waited for its eyes, carefully sniffing the various scents in the air, afraid of encountering enemies along the way. Roy, meanwhile, walked silently, pondering his plan.

He believed that the reason the Pegasus Knight unit desperately attacked Serlun's demon troops and focused their attack on the siege weaponry might be because there was an Elven outpost in this area. This outpost could be a city or a fortress, but its city wall defenses might not be strong.

The Pegasus Knights might have thought that the invasion of the Demon Army was aimed at this city, so in order to prevent the weakly defended city from being captured, they would spare no effort to destroy the demon's siege weaponry.

This was a very simple logic that could be figured out with a little thought. Roy was confident that Serlun had also guessed this. The fact that he didn't continue marching but stopped to repair the catapults was likely because he wanted to capture or destroy this city.

However, this was not what Roy wanted to see. It wasn't that he was worried about the Elves, but rather that he did not want the Elves to defend the city.

Currently, the Elves might not know the true plan of the Demon Army. They probably thought the demons were simply invading, but in reality, Serlun and the others' true target was to kill the Queen of the Gold Dragon Clan.

If the Elves misjudged the demons' military objectives, they would focus their troops on defending the city from invasion. The Gold Dragon Clan would also help the Elves defend the city, but this would cause the Elf Troops to become scattered, and the protection of the Gold Dragon Queen would become weak. At that time, they might even be defeated by the Demon Army one by one.

Therefore, Roy believed it was necessary to give the Elves a heads-up...

However, how to give this heads-up was troublesome. After all, Roy was a demon. If he dared to appear near an Elven city, he would immediately be shot to death by the Elves. Moreover, even if he had the chance to speak, people might not believe what a demon said.

This was the worst part about being a demon. In the eyes of the world, demons were synonymous with lies and evil. Even if they occasionally wanted to tell the truth, they would be rejected outright...

This was truly a world that judged by appearance...

While thinking this, he searched, but finally found that his luck was really bad. There seemed to be no lumber mill in this direction, so he had to turn back and search in another direction.

Without satellites or navigation, the process of scouting could only be a slow exploration. Roy also didn't dare to venture too far in one direction, so he could only go back and forth.

Finally, Roy flew into the sky and relied on visual observation to finally find the location of a lumber mill, and then led the squad there.

This was a lumber mill deep in the forest, very hidden. If Roy hadn't seen a gap in the middle of the forest from the sky, he wouldn't have been able to confirm it. But precisely because it was hidden, this lumber mill had no Elven guards stationed there.

As Roy and his group approached, they heard the sounds of sawing wood. There were more than twenty lumberjacks working in this lumber mill. They removed branches from the logs they harvested, peeled off the bark, and then sawed the round logs into sections, finally shaping them into flat square wood.

When these lumberjacks saw the demons of Roy's group appear, they were stunned. After coming to their senses, they screamed and scattered in panic, trying to escape.

However, they were driven back by the Hellhounds and Little Demons. One of the Hellhounds couldn't resist its craving and bit a lumberjack to death, stealing his soul.

So in the end, when this group of lumberjacks appeared before Roy, what Roy saw was a group of trembling quails...

"Don't worry! As long as you cooperate, I won't harm you!" Roy looked down at the group of lumberjacks and said with a cold face, "Now, this lumber mill belongs to the demons. I want you to continue working and producing lumber!"

He had to have a cold face. Even if Roy said this with a smile, these workers wouldn't find him amiable, so Roy simply resorted to intimidation.

Thus, a group of lumberjacks and a lumber mill fell under Roy's control. The lumber they produced was, under Roy's arrangement, dragged by the more than ten Hellhounds and twenty Little Demons in turns to Serlun's encampment.

The production efficiency of these lumberjacks was not high. It would be a miracle if they could work fast with purely manual labor. Roy had to wait here until enough lumber was produced.

This group of lumberjacks were all civilians, but Roy observed that they were all Elves, although most of them were a bit older. Working under Roy's gaze, these people were very nervous, and some even injured their fingers.

Looking at their nervous expressions, Roy paid them no mind. He pointed at an elf who looked like a foreman and asked, "You, come here!"

The foreman was startled and trembling as he walked over, stammering, "Yes... Lord... Your Excellency, what... what do you need?"

"Can you read and write?" Roy asked him, "That is, your Elven Script, do you know how to read and write it?"

"Of... Of course!" the foreman hastily nodded.

"Alright! Go find a piece of paper, parchment will do! Then I'll speak, and you'll write it down in Elven Script. Any problems?" Roy asked.

"Yes... Yes!" The foreman certainly had no problem. In fact, as long as Roy wasn't planning to eat him, he wouldn't have any problems...

After the other party brought the parchment and a quill, Roy began to speak, "Write this: Arrogant Aveli People..."

Upon hearing the first sentence, the foreman looked up with astonishment, glancing at Roy. He thought to himself, how are we Aveli people arrogant? Even if the Aveli people were arrogant, could they be as arrogant as your Demon Race!?

After being glared at fiercely by Roy, he snapped back to reality. Cold sweat broke out instantly, and he quickly scribbled with the quill, recording Roy's words.

"Arrogant Aveli People! How dare you stand in our way when the Demon Army is about to flatten the Erathia Kingdom? Now, in the name of High Demon Lord Serlun, I declare that the Aveli Elves will be executed. We will destroy your cities and kill your Gold Dragon Clan's Queen. As long as you continue to stand in the path of the Demon Army's iron hooves, the slaughter will not cease! Your world will burn beneath my feet!"

After thinking for a moment, Roy added a final sentence: "I am the Demon!"

The foreman listened to Roy's domineering declaration with trepidation, but still gritted his teeth and wrote down all of Roy's words in Elven Script as Roy instructed. He then handed the parchment to Roy with both hands.

Roy took it and looked at it. He saw a series of beautiful characters written in a dragonfly dance style, but he couldn't understand any of it. However, he figured the foreman wouldn't write nonsense. So, after drying the ink, he put away the parchment scroll.

This was a declaration of war to be delivered to the Elves, written by Roy in Serlun's name. He knew that even if he wrote about the Demon Army's situation in the tone of an undercover agent, the Elves wouldn't believe him. They might even think it was a trick and strengthen their city defenses instead.

Therefore, Roy decided to adopt a tough stance and write this declaration of war. Once it was delivered to the Elf Troops, they would take it seriously...

Now, the remaining problem was how to get this declaration of war delivered...