Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

“Our people are skilled in healing; I will find someone to cure you.”

They didn't even tell each other their names or code names, and a battle was about to break out.

Muirsey covered her mouth. She had guessed that something like this would happen under the ancestral tree, but when it actually happened, she still couldn't accept it.

If anything were to happen to the doctor, not only would others be unable to forgive her, but she herself would be even less able to forgive herself.

But Muirsey wasn't a mindless fool. The battle was already inevitable, and if she rushed in rashly, she would only create more trouble for Mike.

She has to be the one who solves problems, not the one who creates them, otherwise Mike will hate her.

So the water spirit silently separated a water clone, turned around and ran away, even though the ancestral tree already knew that the trouble was about to happen, it still had to let it show itself.

……

Long, long ago, almost two hundred years ago, an elf was born on this land. It was snowing heavily on the day he was born, and the white snowflakes covered the branches of the ancestral tree, so his name was Hanzhi (Cold Branch).

When they learned Elvish language and writing from the Cold Branch, they were told of the power of humans and that humans were the benefactors of the elves.

According to the records of the Elven race, humans in the old era were like creators, easily crushing an indigenous planet and acquiring its resources. The Elves, on the other hand, came from another world, a world on the verge of destruction, and received help from humans at the last moment. In doing so, humans lost a powerful warrior.

He was a powerful figure, almost like a god.

Hanzhi was filled with longing for the human world and yearned to see those towering beings described in written records, but he was later disappointed.

Humans of the old era moved mountains and filled seas, captured stars and seized the moon, but they remained a shadow of the old era. Humans of the new era have long forgotten the past, and those great feats are no more. The powerful warriors have vanished without a trace.

The past belongs to the past; the present is the future.

In 1102, the humans of Terra would only disappoint Hanzhi.

The glory of the past is gone, and a new era has not yet arrived.

He felt disgusted by the humans before him and felt he had to teach them a lesson.

The vines snaked and surged toward Mike, who glanced down and looked on with delight.

"That's impressive. You're very strong to have achieved this. You're in the top three of everyone I've ever met."

Han Zhi's face was tense. He raised his hands, and the vines seemed to be his other hands, lashing violently at the man opposite him.

But when the vines got close, from two or three meters away, it was as if countless invisible blades appeared, easily severing the flying vines and scattering them on the ground in pieces.

"Come again!"

Mike beckoned to the sprite to hurry up and do it.

The spirit, consumed by rage, spread its five fingers, and vines, leaves, and branches, along with everything within sight, spun rapidly toward Mike.

"You think it was my magic that cut your vines? You're sorely mistaken."

The man stretched out his right hand and gently drew a vertical line in front of him with his index finger, creating a gap in the approaching leaf hurricane!

Han Zhi was taken aback, and the spell she was casting suddenly went out of control!

Mike calmly slashed three times in succession, cutting three gaps in the Cold Branch spell. Then, he slashed horizontally three more times, completely shattering the Flying Leaf Hurricane.

The elf's gaze was vacant, his usual composure gone. When he looked up, he was startled to find the man already standing in front of him.

"Don't use mental attacks on strangers anymore. It makes the elf seem very ungentlemanly, understand?"

The man gently patted Hanzhi's face. The elf's whole body stiffened. His subconscious told him that he couldn't move, or he would die.

The humans standing before him were like giants, capable of crushing him with a single blow.

The cold branches were covered in sweat, which poured down like rain.

Mike exclaimed "Hey!" and turned around to wave, "Mimi, we're leaving."

The water sprite was equally dumbfounded, and subconsciously dispelled its water clones, stiffly walking to Mike's side.

Is this still the PhD she knows?

Or perhaps, the doctor never showed his power to anyone else?

Hanzhi barely regained some mobility, breathing heavily, leaning against a tree by the roadside, his bloodshot eyes wide open, his world filled only with the image of that man.

He didn't use his full strength; he simply shattered the elf's pride with a casual wave of his finger.

Hanzhi was recognized as the strongest among the elves, having defeated Sami Heroes three times in a row, yet he lost so decisively and suffered a complete defeat.

"You are! You are!"

"Ah, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not."

"Impossible, impossible..."

The elf shook its head almost frantically. Seeing this, Mike moved his finger again, precisely controlling the distance to three centimeters.

"I already said I'm not."

Only after the man and the water sprite had gone far away did Hanzhi feel a stinging pain on his right cheek. He touched the painful area, and his fingertips touched warm blood.

Legend has it that human warriors are protected from harm by the rules of the gods, and the elves are humanity's most steadfast allies. As long as they do not rebel, they are also protected by the rules.

"you are not?"

……

After leaving the wood elf's dwelling, Mike returned to the snowmobile and let out a long sigh of relief.

The ancestral tree did provide some useful information, but it also caused considerable trouble.

The Sami Icefield remains shrouded in mystery, and for now, we can only proceed one step at a time.

At least until Ama makes an appearance, these questions remain unanswered.

"PhD."

Muirsey walked up behind Mike and bumped his forehead against his back.

"what happened?"

From the moment it started, the water sprite seemed absent-minded and preoccupied.

Mike didn't want to pry into the girl's thoughts, and only now did he have time to recount what had happened before.

"It's all my fault on the Wood Elf side."

Muirsey lowered her head, but Mike had already cupped her cheeks in his hands.

The man said in a low voice, "How could it be your fault? The Wood Elves have lived on the Sami Ice Plains for hundreds of years, closing off all access to the outside world. Their long-term isolation has made them arrogant and complacent. Even if they hadn't clashed with us today, they would have clashed with other humans. I should thank you instead. I gave them a beating today, and for the next hundred years, the Wood Elves will behave themselves."

Muirsey, who had been feeling down, couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears: "Doctor, you just love to turn bad things into good things. Are you going to reward me for this?"

Mike nodded thoughtfully: "You said you would make it up to me before, and now I'm going to reward you. That evens things out, and neither of us owes the other anything."

How can this be?

Muirsey grabbed Mike's clothes: "No, I'll make it up to you, and you have to reward me too. One thing at a time, we can't mix them up."

"What, you also consider this a separate issue?"

Muirsey looked bewildered; the doctor was speaking in a language she couldn't understand again.

This man keeps changing the subject and avoiding certain things. His attitude has changed drastically since last night. Could it be related to Dr. Kal'tsit's upcoming arrival?

98. Emergency Operation: Rescue the Rhodes Island Squad

What is the typical mindset of someone who has done something wrong?

For example, Muirsayth, even when questioned by the feathered serpent, would act as if it had nothing to do with him.

She would never admit what happened at the Wood Elf's Abode, and deep down she told herself that she was doing it to keep it a secret for Mike.

Actually, there was another person involved. Horhaya decided to deal with the water sprite with the lowest defense first, and then go to study properly with the professor.

Mike was unaware of Quetzalcoatl's thoughts; he was busy discussing a new geological paper with the lamb.

"Senior, I've wanted to tell you about this information before."

Eyjafjalla looked at Mike with a serious expression, her meaning clear: on the surface, she was discussing the thesis, but in reality, she was questioning Mike about why he had left without saying goodbye.

Mike wanted to say he had something very important to do, but looking at the little lamb's cute face and hearing its caring words, he softened.

That's just the kind of person he is; he's always too soft-hearted and shoulders all the problems himself.

"Adele, I've made a new discovery. Have you ever heard of the Elf race?"

Most records about elves in the land of Terra are only on paper; few people know of their existence, let alone have seen them.

The lamb had only heard snippets of information from his mentor in Letania, but hearing it from Mike immediately piqued his interest, and he even forgot his original intention of confronting the man.

Seeing this, Dolly couldn't help but cover his face with his hoof. How could his silly girl let him off so easily because of a man's sweet words?

If it were a woman like Horhaya, she might have already made her move.

"What do you know about wood elves, Doctor?"

"They live in dense forests, intimately connected with the trees, and have no contact with outsiders at all. It is extremely difficult to see them in person."

Mike described as much of what he knew to Adele as possible, but he also knew that it was not the outcome he wanted to see if people from various countries of Terra were to disturb the Wood Elves, so Adele's paper had to be revised slightly.

Fortunately, the wood elves live deep in the mountains of the Sami Icefield. The harsh environment there naturally helps to filter out some visitors, and the rest can be stopped with Originium Arts.

After learning some of the details from Mike, the little lamb nodded earnestly and said, "I will definitely remember what the doctor said. As a special race on this land, the wood elves deserve more protection."

When Mike heard what the lamb said, he was stunned at first, thinking that you shouldn't treat the wood elf as a rare and protected animal. But then he thought that elves are indeed quite precious, and there is only one like the water elf Muelses.

Well, let's protect it then. It's better than doing nothing.

If the wood elves were to emerge from the depths of the forest in the future, that would be a different story.

Adele asked cautiously, "Is this what the Doctor's experience was like when he went out?"

"Yes, there were some twists and turns in the middle, but they have little to do with what I'm telling you."

Given that the three fallen leaves given by the ancestral tree were very precious, Mike told Muirsey to keep them with him, as they might come in very useful if necessary, so he didn't give them to the lamb here.

If they manage to get out of the ice field safely, they can leave the three tender leaves with them.

"Will the professor think I'm particularly stingy?"

"How could I be?" Mike reached out and gently stroked the lamb's hair. "I understand. This is everyone's way of showing me love and care. I'm so happy, how could I be angry? The lamb is the cutest."

"senior."