Why can't humans do it too?

Only now, after experiencing defeat, did Xinke Nierbalen truly understand what the "Great War" she had heard so many times from her people really meant.

It's like your meticulously clean and tidy home being vandalized and ravaged by a rude intruder, and you're fighting against that intruder—that's war.

Hinkie Nielbaren suddenly realized.

In a sense, it was only at this moment, when this idea came to mind, that Shinko Nielbaren truly came into being, no longer acting like a clay puppet, her body infused with new energy.

Following the birth of such a worthy soul, what followed was not the resentment and anger that should have arisen after failure, but... well, is it really not anger?

Hinco Nielbaren's thoughts remained buried deep within her heart, unknown to anyone.

But compared to these things, she never imagined that just a few days after experiencing such a major event, she would suffer another event that would shake her world.

Even though it was only a few days, a span of time that could be described as a single breath in the long lifespan of a forest elf.

She was humiliated and mocked by a moving wild beast, a monkey.

It's hard to imagine that she would get angry twice in a short period of time, but anger and rage, emotions that were completely different from her past self, were indeed thoroughly experienced by her in these few days.

She did find the creature that had scavenged almost all the food and water from the fallen elf ship, forcing her to hunt like a wild beast and even drink its blood to survive, but she let it escape, right past her own fingertips.

Looking back now, her confident demeanor, even muttering about magical incantations, felt like an invisible whip lashing her face. Just recalling that scene made Hinco Nielba grit her teeth. The more confident she was back then, the more her face ached now.

That monkey must be laughing at me with smug satisfaction, right?

As she pretended to be controlled and walked over, she must have been secretly laughing at herself, right?!

"Heh, heh heh heh."

Just recalling such memories made Xinke Nielbaren involuntarily laugh eerily.

She had even come to respectfully address the monkey as "sir".

"So, Mr. Monkey, you'd better live well before I come knocking on your door~", Xin Ke Nielbaren said lightly to herself, taking a big bite of the food in her hand. These special foods, made to prepare for the great battle, had the effect of quickly restoring stamina and Pokémon, which was perfect for her at this moment.

Speaking of which, the reason why that monkey could ignore the effects of the control magic is also a question. Is it an unknown ability possessed by wild beasts?

"Ah~~~, I really want to see Mr. Monkey again~"

Unable to contain himself, he hugged his shoulders tightly, trembling, and the pale golden-haired forest elf let out a deep laugh.

I want to see you.

I want to see all your bones and flesh.

I want to touch every nerve in your body... and when they are touched, what kind of song will you sing?

Looking forward to our next reunion.

very nice.

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Suer is not in good condition at the moment.

To be honest, he even felt like he was Illidan being hunted down by Maiev, but unfortunately he didn't have Vashj to help him.

Suer suspected that the female forest spirit chasing after him must be insane.

Universe-super-invincible-crazy-woman.

He knew very well what humans like himself meant to these superior races; they were no more than ants. So here's the question: if one day you were bitten by an ant, and after your initial reflex was to swat it but it escaped, would you rather lift up the floorboards to find the ant and then crush it to death?

There should be a limit to how much leisure time you have!

If you're so badly injured, wouldn't it be better to go back to the Forest Elf territory to heal?

You've already lost to the goblin race, haven't you?! Instead of rushing back to upgrade your firepower and fight back, you're here catching ants—are you some kind of child?!

How petty must one be to deliberately chase and tease ants like that!

boom! ! !

The 'floor' was indeed lifted up.

The desert behind Suer seemed to have had its surface completely peeled away by an invisible giant hand.

Chapter Thirty-Nine Boundaries

A sandstorm swept across the sky, and the yellowish dust created a curtain that made it impossible for Suer to open his eyes, unless he didn't want to keep them.

Everything looked like the scene before the end of the world, but Suer felt no panic or fear whatsoever—for no other reason than that he had seen this scene far too many times in the past few days.

Aside from being genuinely terrified at the very beginning, he gradually grew accustomed to these inexplicable attacks over the rest of the time, and even had the mental space to casually complain about them.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, the crazed female forest spirit seemed determined to make Suer die in fear. She hung behind Suer, always lurking on the very edge. Whenever Suer thought the madwoman had left, she would reappear and strike him hard. What was even stranger was that the intervals between these attacks were getting shorter and shorter.

At first, Suer was even able to rest and get a good night's sleep, but now, such rest time has become shorter and shorter. According to Suer's calculations, by tomorrow at the latest, the frequency will be reduced to the point where he will not be able to fall asleep at all.

An indescribable anxiety and irritability quietly crept into Suer's heart. Even though he could still make a few seemingly easy complaints, he himself realized that something was wrong with his current emotions. The strategy of that forest elf was undoubtedly successful.

Just as a cat enjoys the playful time before eating a mouse, the forest elf is also enjoying this wonderful pleasure.

What made Sull feel terrible was not only the problem of being chased by the forest elves, but also the problem of not having enough food and water.

In fact, after punching the forest elf and escaping successfully, Sull immediately returned to the burrow where he had left the food he hadn't taken. He then threw away all the food boxes he could carry and put them together, along with enough water.

While such actions did indeed waste a lot of time, it would be a bit unrealistic to think that one could escape this area without carrying supplies. What Suer was worried about was not that, but the problem of food rapidly rotting during this escape.

After losing the protection of the box, every time Suer opened the package, he could see that the food from the forest elves was rotting at an alarming rate. Each day felt like four or five days had passed, and what was worse, with the forest elves chasing after him, he had no chance to find new food.

boom!

The explosive sound echoed once again. Suer knew that this was the forest elf's signal reminding him that 'it's time to get going,' but it was by no means benevolent.

A shadow fell over his eyes. He remained silent, with no intention of cursing or uttering any curses. Without saying a word, Suer cleared out the inedible items from his pack and set off on his journey once more.

He needs to think of a solution.

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Curled up in the cave, Suer's brows were furrowed, even though he was still asleep.

He had escaped the desert, but was still quite a distance from the battlefield wreckage area between the forest elves and goblins. However, the number of abandoned ships that had fallen off the cliff had indeed decreased.

Thanks to this deadly storm caused by the black ash, only during this time of rampage by the black ash could Suer have a chance to get some sleep. After all, that forest elf wasn't so reckless as to try and toy with him even while covered in black ash.

In the past, whenever he encountered this kind of weather during expeditions, Suer would always complain in his heart about the wasted time and supplies, but now he wished that this deadly storm could last longer.

He hadn't slept for three days straight. If he opened his eyelids, he could see bloodshot eyes. Now, he was surrounded not only by the exhaustion from lack of sleep, but also by the anxiety caused by mental tension and irritability. In particular, he had seen a lot of strange hallucinations today.

Generally speaking, a person can go three to five days without sleep, but Suer was not still during those three days. On the contrary, he had been traveling a long distance and had reached his physical and mental limits.

This can't go on any longer.

If we don't come up with a solution, even if that forest elf doesn't take action itself, Sull will collapse and die of exhaustion first.

The tremors of the earth and the falling stones woke Suer from his stubbornly clinging sleep. His luck was not good; the forest elf had returned. The storm of death he had encountered today had only lasted for a little over two hours, not the more than a day he had hoped for.

Taking a deep breath, Suer stared blankly at the opposite stone wall. He even saw a white light in a daze. He was so lost in thought that he was not awakened by falling rocks when the cave trembled again. He really wanted to sleep and could not even feel the pain of hunger.

A sudden surge of anger raged within him, searing his soul. Suer was consumed by regret, desperately wanting to return to that day. When he struck the forest elf in the ribs, he should have followed up with his dagger, even if it meant losing the final battle and being torn to pieces. He wanted to ruthlessly slit open the forest elf's neck, drain her blood, cut open her belly, rip out her heart, and squeeze it... No, wait!

Suer slammed his palm against his forehead, using the slight pain to maintain his basic rationality; he was almost unable to think straight.

It has to be resolved today.

Shaking as he stood up, Suer wrapped his robe around himself again. Black ash was still falling outside the cave. Although taking off all his protective gear and rushing forward to die in the ash was an option, Suer still wanted to give that crazy woman a good beating before he died, to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

It would be even better if we could leave some indelible mark on that forest elf.

Having this thought, Suer couldn't help but wonder if he had gone mad too.

...But what does it matter?

If they're crazy, then they're crazy.

Suer didn't care.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

Standing at the cave entrance, Suer swayed for a while before finally regaining his sight and recognizing the direction he was in—he was looking for the goblin spaceship he had noticed before settling down here.

A spaceship that appears to be not too badly damaged, still retaining a nearly intact outer shell.

Chapter Forty Preparation

Suer's physical and mental condition was completely insufficient to support him in completing the journey to find two goblin ships in succession. In other words, even if he had tried his best to choose a ship that looked to be only slightly damaged, if he did not find what he was looking for on that ship... he would no longer need to consider the future.

Despite having a clear understanding of the situation, Suer felt no panic or fear whatsoever—he even looked forward to the spaceship with anticipation. If his physical strength hadn't prevented it, he might have even hummed a song.

Suer has probably gone mad.

The ship's hull, made of a dark gray, steel-like material, bears copper-colored damage marks from the battle. There are round, rivet-like fasteners between the blocks. When these cute creatures were flying in the sky, Sull couldn't compare them, but now, looking at them up close, he found that these little things were bigger than his head.

Yes, Sull likes this design style of the goblin race.

It has a strong diesel punk vibe, and most importantly, it has a lot of cannons. In addition to the largest cannon, there is a second, slightly smaller auxiliary cannon below it, and below the auxiliary cannon are three more cannons. In addition to these, there are also a dense array of the smallest cannons inside for the goblins to operate. It fully embodies the design philosophy that big is good and many is beautiful.

The overall structure is somewhat similar to the water gun that Suer played with in his previous life. The command room of the spaceship is located where the water gun is stored, and it is also behind the main cannon barrel. There are small wings on both sides of the spaceship that seem to be used to assist flight. There are also five pairs of canine-like designs of different sizes around the cannon barrel. As for what the purpose of such a design is, Suer has no idea.

In fact, not only Sull was a big fan of the goblin design style, but Riku and the others also liked the goblin creations. However, their reasons were completely different from Sull's. Riku liked the goblin creations for only one reason: compared to the strange magic of the forest elves, the things that the goblins made, which could be used simply by pressing a button, were incredibly convenient.

Even humans can use it.