"If you can't do it well, then do it again … until you succeed! Losers deserve to suffer, understand? "
Village Chief Barty shouted at the Wood Elves in front of him, who were practicing spellcasting with magic crystals in their hands. Just as he finished speaking, a nearby Wood Elf failed to cast a spell due to a lack of concentration. Barty saw this, and without a word, he stepped forward and kicked the Wood Elf.
Thud!
The thin Wood Elf was kicked in the chest. He fell on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
"I've taught you so many times, but you still can't learn it. Do you even have a brain?! "
Chief Bati's expression was very fierce. He stood in front of the Wood Elf and bent down to poke his chest with his finger. "If I see you fail again, your head will be blown off by the Magic Crystal, understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
The Wood Elf who was kicked down was very thin. He was only seventeen years old. Due to the lack of resources and the long-term food shortage, his body was as thin as a bamboo pole. However, Chief Bati didn't hold back when he scolded and threatened him.
When he stood up again, the thin Wood Elf suppressed the fear in his heart. He held the Magic Crystal and began to cast a spell step by step according to the steps that Bati had taught him. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the energy eroding his body. Finally, he released a ray of light …
Amidst the explosion, Chief Bati nodded and continued to patrol.
The atmosphere of the village had changed rapidly in the past month. Compared to humans, the Wood Elves were more conservative and peaceful. Their "good temper" was not an exception but the norm. But now, the village was full of shouting and cursing. Not only Chief Bati, but the Wood Elves from other villages who came here to "learn" also began to become hostile.
After every practice, the Wood Elves from different villages would often fight each other to get a mouthful of meat soup. At this time, they didn't have a Magic Crystal, so they couldn't cast any spells. They could only rely on their fists to determine the winner.
At first, it was just pushing and shoving. Later, it escalated to shouting and fighting. Now, before every meal, they would use all their strength to knock each other to the ground …
Quarrels had become a common occurrence during the intervals of magic training, and they would occasionally escalate into group fights. However, Bati did not try to stop them. Instead, he seemed to be encouraging them.
In his words, in the face of the most ferocious enemy, only one's own strength was the most reliable. The will to fight could never be given by others.
"Courage is your confidence in your own strength!"
"Yes!"
After the lecture, the group slowly left the open space. Bati, who was standing in the same place, took a deep breath. The elemental power of the Magic Crystal made him feel intoxicated. When he opened his eyes, the colors of the world seemed to have changed.
Rubbing the green crystal in his palm, he strolled to the front of his treehouse.
At this time, this was no longer a simple residence. In front of the treehouse, there was a simple straw shed that he had specially built with tree trunks. This was actually his "laboratory." Although compared with Elson's laboratory, this did not prevent Bati from being happy with his results.
The books brought back from the ruins were placed here one by one. There were too many things left there, and only the most important ones were moved here. These days, he had sent people to keep an eye on the ruins. All the teams that found and went in were attacked and destroyed without exception.
This fact made him more and more aware of how powerful the power he had come into contact with was.
At this time, Bati opened one of the books and continued to make the magic circle according to the pattern drawn on it. There were no special tools here. It could even be said that it was not as simple as a blacksmith's shop. However, Bati had never seen those things. All his knowledge of the power in front of him came from these books and notes.
Because of this, Bati had this kind of perseverance and confidence that ordinary people could not understand. The magic circle that Bati was drawing now was very powerful. If something went wrong after he inlaid the Magic crystal, the consequences would definitely be that he and the wooden house would be blown up into the sky. However, Bati, who had come from an "unorthodox" background, was not a fool. He knew that his control and understanding of the magic circle was not good enough. Therefore, he only drew and did not inlay any Magic crystal.
"One day … when I have obtained enough resources …"
The control of most of the Wood Elf villages had given birth to ambitions that Chief Bati had never had before. With those thoughts in mind, Barty's hands continued to draw the formation over and over again. Every time he redrew it, the accuracy would increase, but he was not satisfied. He checked the complicated formation in the book over and over again, looking for flaws. Barty himself did not understand the order in which the formation should be drawn, nor did he know how the depth of the formation would affect the formation, but that did not stop him from persisting in his thoughts.
On the other side of the field, when the Wood Elves were fighting again, a Wood Elf wearing a leather coat suddenly came to Bati's side and said in a low voice, "Frank said that Brody went back halfway …"
"These cowards."
Bati narrowed his eyes, "But sooner or later, we will let those degenerates know what they have done wrong."
*****
"Your fruit is not bad."
"Of course, there are not many Boli Fruits to eat in this weather. Lord Randolf, please take one and try it!"
"This is not appropriate …"
"What is inappropriate about it? Take it, take it!"
After receiving a blue fruit from the peddler, the Wood Elf Randolf continued to walk forward in a wobbly manner. The temperature was below zero, but the fruit did not freeze. He took a bite, and the sweet and sour taste mixed with the crisp texture made him close his eyes in comfort.
In the past, not to mention fruits, there were not even a few vegetables in this season. Compared to the winter of the past 20 years, this was simply unimaginable.
Just as he was about to find an excuse to go to the next stall to swindle some benefits, his gaze suddenly focused and he quickened his steps. "Natha?! Are you alright? "
Natha was not wearing the fur from before. Instead, she was wearing plain leather armor that was similar to the one she wore when she left the village two years ago. In order to keep warm, she wore a thick cloak. This made her not as distant as before. Randolf's heart was stirred again, "I heard that you were badly injured. How are you now?"
"I'm fine."
Natha was still expressionless. She immediately changed the topic, "Is Village Chief Brody around?"
"He is. Are you going to look for him? Let me go with you! "
Randolf was unusually attentive and took out another small wild fruit from his pocket, "It's fresh. Try it!"
"I won't eat it, thank you."
Natha waved her hand and refused, "I'm not looking for him."
She then looked behind her, and Randolf's eyes followed her curiously. Then, his expression froze on his face. He wanted to say something, but he quickly shut up because of Roddy's' shush 'gesture.
"Long time no see, Randolf."
Roddy greeted politely. As the current 'leader' of the Kingdom of Karen, he did not wear any luxurious clothes. Just like Natha, he wore a cloak and a leather armor. The only difference was that his leather boots were not as muddy as the other mercenaries and merchants. They were as clean as if they were newly bought.
Randolf felt as though his throat was being strangled. Compared to two years ago, Roddy's appearance did not change much. However, his calm gaze and attitude brought great pressure to others because of his current identity. Thinking about how the entire territory of the Kingdom of Karen was under this person's control, Randolf could not help but feel his legs turn to jelly.
Originally, the Wood Elves would not be like this, but after interacting with humans for a long time, the suppression brought by the difference in class had begun to affect Randolf's thinking. Therefore, his posture of bowing to greet Roddy was a little exaggerated, "My … My Lord, if you are looking for the village chief, I can lead the way!"
"Sorry to trouble you."
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