Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

...a brief silence.

What did this teleportation array do to me?

Is this little creature the Kenlar elf that Lady Elena mentioned?

Lorne paused for a moment, then suddenly realized that this race was inherently evil.

The little girl was clearly stunned, her innocent eyes scanning Lorne.

"Humans...humans?" She took off running into the poplar grove on her short legs. "Daddy, Chieftain Grandpa, humans have broken in..."

She ran, panting, her voice hoarse, and soon disappeared into the bushes.

Shouldn't I be the one running away? Lorne was a little confused.

It seems different from what Mrs. Elena described...

A loud noise came from the poplar grove, and several birds were startled and flapped their wings and flew away.

The ground trembled slightly from the heavy footsteps.

Lorne felt it was time to start running away.

This is clearly a case of trespassing on someone's territory. A little girl may seem innocent, but that doesn't mean anything.

If they caught him, Lorne felt his fate would be dire.

He turned and ran back.

My luck has really hit rock bottom!

Emerging from the tiger's den, only to fall into the wolf's lair, this time even more dangerous.

They were facing a group of evil elves cursed by the true spirits!

Lorne didn't care about directions or whether he might enter a dangerous area.

He only knew to run in the opposite direction, the farther away from the poplar grove, the safer he would be.

After wading through the stream and running onto the grassland, Lorne couldn't help but glance back.

At least ten tall, muscular male elves emerged from the tall grass and charged straight at Lorne's location.

"There it is!"

"Chase!"...

They were in high spirits, some holding machetes, some wielding wooden sticks, and some even carrying shovels for shoveling manure.

My God! Lorne was truly terrified.

He had assumed this Klar elf was the kind who could casually conjure up a spell...

Why is it different from what Mrs. Elena said?

The outrageous sight made it difficult for Lorne to treat the elves with caution, but he dared not slow down his pace.

Who knows what will happen if I get caught?

Thus, a comical scene unfolded on the vast grassland.

Lorne ran ahead.

A group of strange elves carrying tattered clothes and dressed in slovenly attire chased after them.

From dusk till night, from the poplar grove to who knows how far.

Lorne felt a slight heaviness in his legs, and his lungs felt like they were on fire.

Sweat soaked his robes, then dried them, repeating this cycle several times.

He turned his head and glanced at the vast swarm of elves behind him, carrying torches.

Can you please stop chasing me...?

They didn't ride horses or use magic; they just carried torches and chased after the enemy relentlessly.

What did I do to offend you?

After running a few more steps, he slowly started walking.

After walking a mile or two, Lorne simply collapsed onto the lawn and didn't move.

First came the fire elemental riots, then the wizard's artifacts, then the teleportation, and finally, being chased by evil elves from afternoon until night.

burnt out.

Lorne didn't care what would happen if he got caught.

With their relentless, silent pursuit, even if they caught me, nothing would probably happen...

His vision became increasingly blurry until finally everything went black.

......

"Dad, why isn't he moving?"

Lorne felt a small stick poking his cheek.

"Mia, he's not a pet..." a deep male voice rang out, "He's a human, those despicable humans!"

Lorne slowly awoke, his vision clearing from its initial blurriness.

Before me was a round face, still bearing a hint of baby fat.

It's that little girl...

"Ah!" The elf girl named Mia saw Lorne open his eyes and quickly dropped the small twig in her hand.

"Dad! He's awake." It hid behind a middle-aged male elf and pointed at Lorne.

"Listen, human!" the male elf said rudely. "The chieftain wants to see you!"

Lorne sat up and realized that his situation was alright; he was just locked in a wooden cage in the room.

It doesn't look very sturdy; it could be broken with a little force.

He looked at the male elf outside the wooden fence: "May I ask how you are addressed?"

"Leodan!" The other party was very unfriendly.

"Yes, Mr. Leodan." Lorne straightened up and said solemnly, "Please tell the noble chief that I only wandered in here by accident..."

"A constant stream of lies!" Leodan interrupted Lorne. "That's just how humans are..."

Its vocabulary was somewhat limited; after struggling for a while, it finally blurted out: "cunning!"

"How could we possibly enter this place without specifically going to break through the spatial folding array set up by the clan leader himself!" Leodan was furious.

It turned out that he had been teleported to a spatial folding zone... During his conversation with Leodan, Lorne also learned of his current location.

"Sigh." Lorne sighed, not knowing where to begin.

Who would believe the explanation that I appeared here the moment I opened my eyes?

These elves must have thought he deliberately entered this place with far-reaching intentions.

However, Lorne thought about it again and realized that he did indeed have ulterior motives.

He wanted to obtain the Tears of the Elves from them... He felt a little guilty and dared not respond to Leodan.

At this moment, Mia, the little elf, was hiding behind Leodan.

She grabbed Leodan's trouser leg, poked her head out, and blinked her eyes as she observed Lorne.

"Dad, let's go and inform Grandpa the clan chief," Mia reminded her elderly father.

"Hmm." Leodan flicked his sleeve. "I almost forgot about the important matter."

They left the room.

However, the door wasn't closed tightly, and several elves were peering inside from outside.

Lorne was currently contemplating the matter of the Elf's Tear.

As Mrs. Elena said, how can we make them grieve or regret and shed tears?

Leodan was very wary of humans, while Mia was curious.

The first step is definitely to gain their trust and get them to let you out of the cage...

The door was pushed open again, and this time a very burly, middle-aged male elf entered.

"Humans!" It raised its chin high: "You still ended up being caught by me."

Several young female elves rushed in.

"These are the humans captured by Eral?"

"Eral, you are amazing!" The female elves' admiration was undisguised.

"Did it bring me back?" Lorne asked, looking at the burly elf surrounded by other elves.

It's a bit like being mentally challenged...

It must be said that after listening to Lady Elena's description of the Kenlar elves...

Lorne had assumed they were like proper wizards, madly pursuing the truth and extremely wicked in their cruel methods.

Upon firsthand experience, there seem to be "subtle" differences.

His first impression of this race of elves was that they didn't seem to be very intelligent.

Furthermore, it's not as the claim that he possesses the extraordinary talent to see the flow of magic.

If that's the case, everyone will be at the level of a wizard.

As for why he refused to use magic and chased himself on his own two legs from afternoon to night?

Lorne is still holding a grudge...