CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
As Malcolm and Casper flew following the route being taken by the lines of White Elves being forced-marched north, it became clear that Diablo had rounded up every single White Elf in the whole nation.
“I’ve got a very bad feeling about this,” said Malcolm.
“Me too,” said Casper.
Flying high in the sky, they saw huge crowds of White Elves being held in areas surrounding where the Lake of Healing used to be.
As they reached the former location of the Lake of Healing they saw White Elves being herded into the dry lake bed.
“What is that?” asked Malcolm looking at a new dam that had been built at one end of the lake bed.
“Surely not!” cried Casper, “even at my most evil I wouldn’t have done that!”
“Is that acid?” said Malcolm, flying lower to get a look at the liq
