Why can't humans do it too?

But it has to be said that it was all worth it.

To be honest, just standing in this desert, one can feel the earth-shaking power in the distance. The legendary creations that Suer has seen have amazed him beyond measure.

The sky was filled with flying ships that looked like blooming flowers and broad blades of grass, and huge beams of light were constantly being emitted from the front of the ships. In addition, the ships that fought against these ships, which were clearly made by forest elves, were clearly made by goblins.

The spaceship was extremely rugged and had a dieselpunk vibe. Even from this distance, Su Er could see the rivet-like fasteners on it. If this were in his previous life, Su Er felt that he would have been so excited that taking dozens of photos wouldn't have been enough.

Unfortunately, he could only tremble in fear amidst the battle between the two forces, his only hope being that the rain of falling ships wouldn't happen to land right on his head.

PS: [Important | Must Read] In the original novel, when Xin Ke (this is the translation I ultimately chose) was sought out by the ghost disguised as Li Ku 24 years after the Second War with the Goblins. In short, I've altered the timeline. In this book, Xin Ke is only at the stage after the First War with the Goblins. Therefore, please do not apply the original plot to this book. Any posts criticizing plot holes based on this will be considered as careless reading and will be deleted/banned. That's all, thank you all! Thank you for your support!

Chapter Thirty-Four: Life on the Battlefield

It would be even better if those beams of light that streak across the sky didn't happen to pass right by where I am.

Don't get me wrong. Although Suer has chosen a path to death, it doesn't mean he'll just jump into any random place filled with black ash. He will live as best he can until the day he dies.

In some ways, this is no different from actively seeking death.

Calculating the remaining water and food supplies, Suer took a bite of jerky—this was the bird-borne beast's final gift to him.

Long ago, the bird-bearer collapsed from exhaustion, and after collecting enough meat and burying it, Suer set off alone again. Without a mount, his whereabouts became even more secretive.

To be honest, he didn't know if the orcs had followed the trail of blood he left behind, or if those beast-eared people had stopped because they had gotten involved in the battle between the major races of the great war... Because these questions were too unsolvable, Suer simply stopped thinking about them.

He would ask Riku if he ever had the chance—if he could ever see Riku again.

Apart from that, all you need to do is simply hold onto your best wishes for everyone in the village.

boom! ! !

It looked like a spaceship had crashed nearby. Suer clearly felt the ground tremble a few times. He didn't know how long the forest elves and goblins would fight.

In this desert, the only thing that Suer was thankful for was that this desert was not caused by climate, but rather by some kind of magic, a product of the simple sandification of rocks. This meant that he did not have to worry about the extreme heat and cold he experienced in the deserts of his previous life.

Even so, presumably due to a large amount of energy reacting overhead and numerous heat sources falling down, Suer could still clearly feel that the desert had been artificially heated. The surrounding temperature was much hotter than when he arrived a few days ago. If this war continued, it might really turn into a hot sand desert.

For these superior races, changing the environment of an area is as simple as drinking water or eating.

Suer sighed silently.

He took another big bite of the jerky. That was enough for today. He wrapped the food up again and curled up in the burrow, trying to find some amusement in his predicament, imagining how Riku would react when he saw the animal hide he had left for him.

Aside from explaining to Riku why he chose to leave the settlement alone, the rest involved asking Riku to explain things to Kole and Lenok Redo on his behalf... Ah, just thinking about having that white-haired, cold-on-the-outside-but-warm-on-the-inside man do such a thing made Sull feel a deep sense of remorse—just thinking about it knew it would put Riku in a terrible position.

Su Er chuckled as he imagined that scene. To be honest, everything seemed insignificant to him now. He felt incredibly relaxed, both physically and mentally, as if nothing mattered to him and he had no worries whatsoever.

It's so light and airy that it sways when it walks.

Completely freed from constraints, liberated oneself.

Of course, besides the two issues mentioned above, the animal hide also contained much of Suer's memories—during his last period in the settlement, Suer desperately tried to recall knowledge that would be useful for the lives and survival of everyone in the settlement, and then wrote it all down.

To be honest, Suer originally intended to gradually release this knowledge over a long period of time as a means to establish himself and consolidate his position in the settlement, but now he has thrown it all out at once.

If the only things that can prove a person's existence are the traces they leave behind and the memories others have of them, then Suer believes that with that knowledge, whenever the people in the village use that knowledge, they should remember him—which, in a sense, is equivalent to him still being with them.

As for the previous little schemes and concealment... well, let's just consider it a little prank.

With that knowledge, it's as if Sull's greatest value has already been left behind. As for the other matters, I believe Riku will handle them well... after all, he is Riku!

He grinned and was still happily chuckling to himself.

boom! ! !

The earth trembled once more, and this time even stones fell and hit Suer on the head, waking the man from his reverie and causing him to wince in pain.

We can't stay in this place any longer.

After surveying his surroundings, Suer realized that if there were another large-scale tremor, the cave would completely collapse.

slipped.

Wrapped tightly in his robe, Suer emerged from the cave and looked up at the battlefield in the sky. These usually noble, high-ranking races, who relied on elves and used magic, had fought each other to the point of revealing their true intentions. The ships of both sides had approached close enough in the air that Suer had seen a goblin ship crash heavily into a pleasure boat. The two ships then swayed in the air for a while before falling to the ground together.

Well, perhaps we should also include the goblin and forest elf species that are falling from the sky like raindrops.

Shaking his head, Suer began walking towards the nearest ship of the forest elves that had crashed earlier—his food was running low, so even though he might encounter some danger, he still had to search the forest elf ship to see if he could find any food.

Compared to the goblin race, which sounds tough, Sul is more convinced that the forest elves' food is part of the human diet. He had indeed found some forest elf food during expeditions to settlements in the past.

As for the idea of ​​escaping this desert or even this region, it was abandoned by Suer a few days ago, simply because the area spanned by the two races fighting in the air this time was far too large, not only this desert, but also the surrounding area was included—hadn't Suer mentioned it yet? During the standoff between the two sides before the war, the sky was filled with spaceships, just like the heavenly soldiers and generals besieging Huaguo Mountain, densely packed.

Given Suer's mortal body and speed, it's better not to have such unrealistic dreams and to trust his luck more.

Moving slowly across the desert like an ant, Suer even hummed a song in a relaxed mood, casually approaching the forest elf spaceship that had crashed a few days ago. After so much time, there shouldn't be any forest elves left on it.

He had nothing left to fear.

Chapter Thirty-Five: An Ominous Discovery

The war is over.

To clarify, it's not that the eternal war has ended, but rather that the war between the forest elves and goblins in the vast region where Sur is currently located has ended.

After exchanging a few impressive beams of light in a final showdown, both the Forest Elves and the Goblins took their few remaining ships and departed in opposite directions. However, in Sull's opinion, the Forest Elves were indeed the first to flee. So, if one had to identify a loser in this war where both sides suffered roughly the same losses, Sull would say it was the Forest Elves.

Everything was just as Suer had initially guessed: the desert had indeed been ignited by the flames of war between the two sides, in a physical sense.

If he were to bend down and scoop up a handful of sand now, the sand that used to be icy cold would now be scalding hot, even burning his hand. This means that Suer would need to find more water than before. Fortunately, there were quite a few Forest Elf ships left behind in this great battle, so he doesn't need to worry about this problem for the time being.

Suer plans to live in this area for a while.

Thanks to the two races that had fought so fiercely before, the other races in this area had long since fled to who-knows-where, and in a sense, this place had become a safe zone—until those dangerous races returned.

Nowadays, apart from some ordinary wild beasts, the only ones who will come to this area in the short term are those demons who possess great strength but little intelligence. However, even demons have an instinctive fear of death, so Suer is not too worried about it.

Even life became more regular. Every day, Suer wandered among the wreckage of the goblin and forest elf ships, recording the remaining textual information on the instruments and scrolls that had not yet been completely destroyed. If there was still a chance, he would place this latest information in the safe places where the people in the settlement would temporarily stay when they went on expeditions to other parts of the continent.

Because he had desperately imitated Riku's way of life in the past, and thanks to the languages ​​of the forest elves, goblins, and other races passed down from generation to generation, Sull could still understand these symbols and pictorial characters, so he wasn't completely confused.

This relatively peaceful life continued for several days until Suer noticed something amiss.

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Suer discovered traces of other people's activity—let's define them as people for now.

The carcass of a beast, torn apart, was half-buried by sand blown by the wind. If Suer had arrived any later, he might have missed the traces and been unaware of the impending danger.

It was not a death caused by a fight between wild animals. The corpse had a very neat wound where the softest part of the abdomen had been removed. The most obvious thing was the eyes of the dead beast—Sul did not see any panic or struggle before death in the beast's eyes.

It was as if it was walking here quietly one moment, and the next moment its life was suddenly taken away, without any chance to react. However, the strange thing is that, since the beast was killed in an instant without any resistance, why did the murderer then cruelly tear the beast's body apart? Even the cut pieces of flesh were cut so neatly.

No way to know.

There are other people here!

This was the first thing Suer realized, and then came the question—the forest elves and goblins should have taken their companions with them when they evacuated. Even if some were left behind, given the abilities of these two races, they wouldn't have stayed in such a place for so many days. They could have returned on their own.

However, it was more likely that the creature that killed the beast was a goblin or a forest elf. He decided to put aside the speculation that it was another race for the time being and quickly retreated to the cave where he had been living.

This area is no longer safe; he must evacuate to another location.

No matter what creature appeared here, Suer never even entertained the thought of fighting it. The beast's abnormal death state undoubtedly indicated that it had been killed by some kind of magic, possibly mind control, or a spell like Death Finger that kills instantly. In short, it was something that humans were completely no match for.

So although he was reluctant to leave this safe area with its plentiful food and water, he had to leave immediately.

With this in mind, Suer saw such a creature on his way westward—lying face down on the ground, its long hair spread wildly around its body as if covered by a dirty blanket, motionless.

It's a forest elf!

He held his breath immediately and recognized what the creature lying there like a corpse was.

The shoes had long been lost somewhere, and it was unclear whether the clothes on the body were originally like this or were torn after the injury. In any case, there were only a few thin layers of cloth. To be honest, given the current state of this forest elf lying here, Suer felt that there was no difference between wearing these clothes and not wearing them at all.

Those legs are so long.

It should have had light blonde hair, but perhaps because it had been abandoned by its companions and wandered and struggled in this area for several days, it was now covered in filth, and the original color of its hair was almost unrecognizable. The body covered by the scattered hair was covered with filth that had turned black, a mixture of blood and dust.

Seemingly injured, and seriously so, Suer keenly noticed the strange indentation and protrusion on the right rib of this forest elf. Without a doubt, the rib was broken. Thanks to the forest elf's light and revealing clothing, Suer made a simple and clear judgment about her condition.

But she was indeed still alive—even if very weakly, with long intervals between each breath, but Suer did notice that the elf's back was slowly rising and falling.

We must bypass it immediately.

How much curiosity would one need to risk their life to retrieve a corpse at a time like this?

Tugging at his pack full of food and water, Suer suddenly regretted whether he had been too greedy—even though he had left most of the food and water he had collected in the cave because he couldn't carry them, it still seemed that he was carrying too many supplies.

With even the slightest movement, Suer could even hear the clattering sounds coming from inside the package.

Chapter Thirty-Six: First Encounter with the Forest Elves

This desert, created by magic, contains rock structures that have not yet been completely sandified, protruding like dilapidated old buildings. This is where Suer is now lying on high ground, half of him hidden in the sand dunes. The sand blown by the wind occasionally hits this protruding rock, making a rustling sound, while some sand is blocked and left here.

"Hey, stop hiding."

A faint voice came from the forest elf that was lying face down on the ground.

There was no response. Suer simply lowered his body even further and slowly moved his arms and legs backward like a spider. Not good, his arms and legs inevitably touched the flowing sand. Even though the sound was very faint, Suer still felt that the movement was too loud.

"Did you know? To ensure that this special batch of food wouldn't spoil during long wars and marches, the boxes used to preserve it were engraved with specific magical incantations..."