Why can't humans do it too?

Ignoring the slight embarrassment of no response, the forest elf's unhurried words continued to come from below. The forest elf's voice was very sweet and full, and even in its current disheveled state, it maintained a faint elegance. No matter how serious the injury, it could not hide this lingering charm.

"Even if such a spell is directly engraved into the wood that forms the box, and very few elves are needed, at such close range, the accumulated minute reactions are still very clear to me as the number one spellcaster of the Forest Elf race today—oh my?"

A surprised sound.

The dirty-haired forest elf raised its head as it spoke, its gaze fixed on the direction where Suer was, not yet having fully evacuated. The two stared at each other, and the air suddenly became quiet for a moment.

"...A monkey?" The forest elf tilted its head and asked strangely, still lying on the ground.

Without a word, the next second Suer did a backflip and rolled quickly down the sand dune, abandoning even the food and water he had painstakingly collected—he understood the forest elf's words perfectly well, the box containing the food was problematic.

however,

Bang! !

The dull sound, like a heavy punch hitting a flour sack, was amplified countless times. Suer only had time to fall forward to the ground before an invisible hand had ripped a hole through the sand dune behind him. Suer no longer needed to worry about what had torn apart the beast's corpse.

The sandstorm, controlled by a strange force, scattered to both sides and then fell back under the influence of gravity. The fine sand that flowed back quickly piled up and, in the blink of an eye, submerged the calves of Suer, who had fallen to the ground.

Suer was thankful that his left ear had been able to hear only faint sounds since the previous expedition, otherwise this muffled sound at close range would probably have knocked him unconscious. Just now, even his heart had trembled with the muffled sound of the sand dunes being torn apart.

When the sandstorm subsided, Suer finally turned around and saw that the elf was still lying there, but unlike before, there was no longer any obstruction between them.

With a casual gesture, Su Er raised his hand and swept two fingers to the side. He saw that with this easy movement from the forest elf, the last bit of sand obstructing his view was blown away by a sudden gust of strong wind.

Overwhelmingly powerful.

Of all the powerful forces that Suer had personally experienced up close, Asano Shirasu used to be ranked first, but from now on, the white-haired orc will have to take a backseat.

"Oh dear, I've been wondering for a long time why there wasn't a single thing to eat in those fallen flower ships or grass dome ships. Even if they were damaged by the impact, they shouldn't have been so clean. Now it seems it must be all thanks to you, monkey, huh?" The voice was supposed to be smiling, but when it came from this forest elf's mouth, there was no warmth in it, only a chilling killing intent. Every word was a violent statement uttered through gritted teeth.

So that's how it is. Suer now fully understands that there is absolutely no room for communication between him and this forest elf.

Without a doubt, the forest elf's current sorry state was largely due to the fact that he had taken most of the supplies. Suer was well aware of the thoughts these superior races might have—they were simply saying things like, "How dare a mere monkey make her look so pathetic..." In short, they wanted her dead! Deadly!

Oh, right, for such a beautiful forest elf, perhaps another charge should be added, such as seeing her current embarrassing state.

However, these were not issues that Suer should worry about. After simply clarifying the logical relationships involved, he got up from the ground and started running towards the distance, tumbling and crawling. In the desert where he would occasionally sink in, Suer even tried his best to keep his balance and escape by using both his hands and feet.

But it's too slow, it's just too slow.

If Sull could run hundreds of meters in two breaths like an orc, the injured forest elf might not be able to do anything to him, but he cannot.

It even watched with a cold smile as Suer ran more than ten meters ahead before the forest elf maliciously snapped its fingers.

Snapped!

The crisp sound possessed an unusual magic. Suer, who was running away into the distance, froze the moment the sound rang out. His entire body, propelled by the inertia of his run, crashed straight into the sand in front of him. Then, as if a machine, he stood up and began to stumble towards the forest elf, as if sleepwalking.

"Not bad. This spell might be a bit lacking in power to control and manipulate magical life forms, but it's a piece of cake to control wild beasts like monkeys, you know?" As if it couldn't feel any pain in its body, the forest elf was laughing and sighing a second ago, but the next second its face suddenly turned gloomy. "Those Skywing creatures... damn it."

"But theoretically speaking, the compiled spell structure is already perfect enough, so the reason is still insufficient effort? This is a bit troublesome. The fairy species also suffered a lot of losses that time..." Just a moment ago, this forest elf was full of resentment towards the winged species, but in an instant, it suddenly immersed itself in its own world, muttering to itself about what seemed to be an academic problem.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Clash?

In such an emergency, she can still think of other things on her own, and even get deeply involved in academic problems. This forest elf is really too out of touch... But this may also be related to the fact that the existence of someone like Suer cannot arouse her vigilance at all.

After all, she was far too weak. Even though she was seriously injured, killing such a beast would only take her a moment.

Like a soulless zombie, Suer approached the forest elf with stiff steps, his eyes empty and silent, devoid of any light of freedom or spirituality.

“…Never mind, let’s modify it first, otherwise even the tools won’t be easy to use.” Even after Suer had walked up to her and stood there for a while, she finally looked up from her thoughts, the forest elf struggling to stand up, and looked Suer up and down with dissatisfaction.

With one hand gently resting on his injured ribs, the forest elf casually issued a command.

"Come here, help me up."

Having received the order, Suer finally lifted his leg once more, approaching the forest elf, one step, two steps...

They didn't stop, and didn't even raise their arms to help.

In that final stretch, Sur showed no sign of stopping. Instead, he sprang to life like a spring that had been pushed down, his hand beneath his robe sweeping across his leg, a sharp dagger instantly appearing in his grasp—and slashing forward with deadly force!

The thin, gleaming lines silently tore through the air, and the sensitive skin of the forest elves could even feel the sharp killing intent about to touch their necks, causing the hairs on their skin to tremble slightly.

Her thoughts raced in an instant. In the blink of an eye, as danger struck, the injured forest elf only had time to turn her body to the side. Her extraordinary eyesight allowed her to see the arc drawn by the tip of the dagger tightly gripped by the monkey brush past the gap of her neck. Her raised hand gathered the magic that the elf was about to unleash to repel the monkey. In the next second, she would tear this audacious monkey to shreds.

But it was too late.

The fact that the forest elf raised its hand meant that it subconsciously abandoned its defenses on its injured ribs. This was one of the scenarios that Suer had envisioned in his mind during the time he was pretending to be controlled, and it was also the weak point that he had already targeted.

Yes, it's a feigned control.

After the Forest Elf snapped her fingers, an invisible ripple seemed to spread through the air. When it touched Sul's body, it took over his body as easily as a hot knife through butter. It wasn't just simple control; it wanted to change something from the deepest part of his mind, as if imprinting a steel seal on his thoughts. If he were truly controlled in this way, Sul would undoubtedly become someone who, even knowing he was being controlled, would have no doubt about obeying the Forest Elf's words and sacrificing his life for her—because everything was supposed to be that way, leaving no room for questioning.

If we were really controlled like that.

To be more precise, for the forest elf who received feedback on the spell's result, her magic release was undoubtedly successful, and she could clearly feel the power dynamic between the manipulator and the manipulated.

The only discrepancy was in Suer's actual perception—it was as if his body was encased in a fragile, glassy membrane, clear and obvious, but he could easily break free of it by simply twisting his body if he wanted to.

However, Suer did not rush to do so. Instead, he took this opportunity to get close to the forest elf. If he broke free from control on the spot, the forest elf would definitely use other, more powerful magic.

Since he can't escape fast enough, his only chance of survival is to kill this forest elf here.

A very simple multiple-choice question.

Allowing the forest spirits to control him, Sull waited for his chance, and only broke the glass chains that were controlling his body in the last second before the explosion.

Bang! ! !

One punch.

Just one punch.

One punch was enough. Suer seized the opportunity and punched the forest elf hard in the already broken ribs. He even saw the white, broken bone fragments pierce through the forest elf's skin and come out.

The blood of the Forest Spirits is also red.

Leaving behind only this thought, the next second Suer bent down and crawled under the elf's arm, which had been stretched out to stop him but was now trembling with pain, and ran away without looking back along the elf's back.

If you can't kill me, goodbye.

The magic that should have torn him to shreds had vanished without a trace under the force of this punch. The long-haired forest elf had even knelt on the ground, clutching the wound on his chest and abdomen with both hands.

Originally, the long-haired forest elf hadn't taken the broken ribs seriously, and even neglected to treat them due to some change in mood. But now, it couldn't be ignored. The broken bone spurs had pierced through the skin, but more serious than the surface injury was the damage to the internal organs caused by that punch.

The intense pain made her already pale face even paler, and her slender fingers trembled.

"Heh...heh...heh hahaha," the long-haired forest elf slowly turned around, staring intently at Suer's disheveled and unkempt figure as he fled, and suddenly let out a strange laugh, "You really have guts, Mr. Monkey."

This time she was truly gritting her teeth, even though the forest elves themselves knew that the fleeing Sul couldn't hear her words.

"How dare you mock me like this, mock me as the head of the Nielbaren family..." If looks could kill, Suer's small figure would probably have been burned to ashes. The long-haired forest elf's hand covering her wound emitted a faint green light. Before, she had no heart to treat these minor injuries because she had suffered her first defeat in this great battle, but now it was different.

"I will find you, capture you, tear you apart, every bone and piece of flesh, and I won't let you die easily..." The forest elf's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile, revealing its most vicious revenge without any concealment, "I will make you eat back every single piece of your own flesh..."

"From now on, you'd better run for your lives... Mr. Monkey."

Having healed some of her wounds and at least stopped the bleeding, and realigned her ribs, the long-haired forest elf staggered to her feet and walked to the side. Although the food and water left behind by the monkey had been scattered and buried in the sand by her attack, they could still be found if she looked carefully.

She really needs to eat something normal.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Xin Ke Nierbalen

Have you ever imagined this kind of life?

Your will is unhindered; if you want it, everything is possible. Before your will, nothing in the world can pose the slightest obstacle.

The world is like a lump of clay scattered in front of you, turning and being reshaped according to your will.

At least for Shinko Nielbaren, that's how the world is.

They established the entire magic system of the forest elves because they could not stand the chaotic and disorganized magic.

They formed a group because they could not stand seeing their clansmen fighting each other, and then ordered the group to form an army, the army to form ranks, and the ranks to form formations, thus achieving organized combat.

Then her world became much quieter—as easy as cleaning her own room, all for the sake of comfort.

Although she was inexplicably given all sorts of titles and praises during this process, even the creator of the entire forest elf race praised her.

But to be honest, for Shinko Nielbaren, these things were less important than the dust in the air.

She just wanted to do it, so she did.

That's how simple and pure it is.

And this simple world continued until today—until her command ship was shot down by the first-ever flying steel fleet created by goblins.

This was the first time in my life I had experienced failure.

Even his own life was spared thanks to the gopher's boisterous laughter after the weapon shattered.

failure.

Hinkle Nielbaren didn't even feel the reality—this completely unfamiliar concept, which had never existed in her mind before, was now permeating every part of her thoughts.

However, she did not feel resentment or any other emotion... all she felt was doubt.

After all, among all the forest elves who participated in this war, she was probably the only one who had never realized that she was fighting.

Even though she was in the middle of a battlefield where ships from both sides were constantly crashing and roaring.

It's like playing a game.