"If you can't do it well, do it again and again... until you succeed! The loser deserves to suffer, do you understand?"

Village Chief Bati shouted loudly to the wood elf in front of him who was practicing casting with magic crystals in his hand. As soon as he finished speaking, a wood elf standing near failed to cast the spell because of his lack of concentration. This scene was seen by Bati, and he stepped forward without saying a word and kicked.

"Dong!"

The thin wood elf was kicked in the chest and leaned back on the spot, falling to the ground for a long time without getting up.

"I have taught you so many times but can't learn it. Do you have any brains?"

Village Chief Bati's expression was extremely ferocious. He stood in front of the lying wooden elf, bent down and poked his chest with his finger: "If I see you fail again, then wait for the magic crystal to blow your head off. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

The wooden elf who was kicked down was extremely thin. He was only seventeen years old this year. Because of the lack of supplies, the long-term shortage of food made him look thin like a bamboo pole. But Village Chief Bati was not polite to insult and threats to him.

After standing up again, the thin elf suppressed the fear in his heart, held the magic crystal, and began casting spells step by step according to the steps taught by Bati before - he gritted his teeth and insisted, and finally endured the pain of energy eroding the body, and cast a ray of light...

As the sound of explosions, Batty nodded and continued to patrol.

The atmosphere of the village has changed rapidly in the past month. Compared with humans, the wood elves have obviously tended to be conservative and peaceful. "Good temper" is not an isolated case but a normal state. But at this time the village was full of shouting and scolding. Not only the village chief Bati, but the wood elves who came here to "learn" from other villages have also begun to become more hostile.

After each practice, in order to eat more meat soup, wood elves from different villages often fight. At this time, they don’t have magic crystals in their hands, so they have no way to cast any spells, and they can only rely on their fists to decide the outcome.

At first they were pushing, but later they were escalating and fighting each other. Now, before every meal, they have to try their best to knock the other to the ground before they stop...

During the intervals between spell training, quarrels became common and occasionally escalated into group fights. But Barty did not block too much of this, but instead had a faint sense of encouragement.

In his words, facing the most vicious enemy, only one's own strength is the most reliable. And the will to fight can never be given by others.

"Courage is your confidence in your own strength!"

"yes!"

After the speech, the disbanded people slowly left the open space, and Barty, who was standing in the same place, took a deep breath - the elemental power spreading out of the magic crystal made him feel intoxicated. When he opened his eyes, the colors of the world seemed to have changed.

He stroked the green crystal in his palm and walked to his tree house.

At this time, this place is no longer a simple residence. In front of the tree house, there is a simple straw shed he specially built with tree trunks. This is actually his "laboratory". Although it is different from Elson's laboratory, it does not prevent Barty from being happy with his achievements.

The books brought back from the ruins were placed here one by one, and there were too many things left there, and the most important part of it was moved here. These days, he has been sending people to stare at the ruins, and all the teams he found and entered were attacked and destroyed without exception.

Such facts made him realize how powerful the power he had come into contact with was.

At this time, Bati opened one of the books and continued to make magic circles according to the patterns drawn on it. There were no special tools here, and it could even be said that the simple ones were not as simple as the blacksmith shop. But Bati himself had never seen those things - all his understanding of these powers in front of him came from these books and notes.

It is precisely because of this that Bati has this kind of persistence and confidence that ordinary people cannot understand. The magic circle drawn by Bati is powerful at this moment. If something goes wrong after inlaid with magic crystals, the consequences will definitely be that he and the wooden house will be blown up to the sky. However, Bati, who was born as a "wild road", is not a fool. He knows that he has not yet mastered and understood the magic circle, so he is just a simple painting, but has never inlaid with magic crystals.

"One day...when I get enough resources..."

The control of most wood elf villages has made Bati Village elder develop ambitions that he had never had before. He thought about those thoughts in his mind, and kept repeating the drawing of the array diagram in his hand. Every time he re-carved, the accuracy would increase by one point, but he was not satisfied with this. He checked the complicated array diagrams in the book over and over again, looking for flaws - Bati himself did not understand the order of magic arrays, and the influence of the depth on the array diagram, but this did not hinder his persistent thought.

When the wood elves on the other side of the field fought again, a wooden elves in a fur coat suddenly came to Barty and whispered: "Frank said that Brody had gone back halfway..."

"These timid guys."

Barty narrowed her eyes: "But sooner or later, we will let those fallen people know what they have done wrong."

*******

"Your fruit is pretty good."

"Of course, there are not many poli fruits you can eat in this weather. Lord Lando, please take one and try it!"

"This is not suitable..."

"What's wrong with it? Take it, take it!"

Take a blue fruit from the vendor, and the wood elf Randuo continued to walk forward in one step. The temperature was below zero, but the fruit was not frozen hard. He took a bite with a "click" and the sour and sweet taste mixed with a crispy taste, which made him squint his eyes comfortably.

In the past, at this time, I couldn’t even eat a few vegetables, let alone fruits. Compared with the winter in the past twenty years, this kind of life is simply unimaginable.

Just as he was about to find an excuse to go to the next stall to deduct some benefits, his eyes suddenly set and he accelerated to walk over: "Nata?! Are you okay?"

Nata in front of her was not wearing the fur she had before, but was wearing a simple leather armor similar to the style when she left the village two years ago. In order to keep her warm, she wore a thick cloak outside. This made her lose her previous alien temperament, and Lando felt a little excited: "I heard that you were seriously injured, how are you doing now?"

"fine."

Nata still looked expressionless, and she immediately changed the topic: "Is Village Chief Brody here?"

"Here, you go find him? I'll accompany you!"

Lando was extremely attentive and took out another kind of wild fruit from his pocket: "Fresh, try it!"

"I won't eat it anymore, thank you."

Nata waved her hand and refused, then said, "It's not me who's looking for it."

She then looked behind her, Lando's eyes followed curiously, and then her expression froze on her face. He wanted to say something, but he quickly stopped because of Roddy's "silence" gesture.

"Long time no see, Lando."

Roddy greeted him politely. As the "top leader" in the current practical sense of the Karen Kingdom, he was not wearing any gorgeous clothes. Like Nata, he was covered with leather armor with a cloak. If there was a difference in details, it was that his leather boots were not as muddy as other mercenaries or vendors, as clean as if they had just bought them.

Lando seemed to be pinched to his throat for a moment. Compared to two years ago, Roddy's appearance did not change much. However, his peaceful eyes and posture brought great pressure to people because of his current identity. Thinking that the entire territory of the kingdom was almost the only person in front of him had the final say, Lando couldn't help but feel his legs were weak...

The original wood elves would not have been like this, but after being in contact with humans for a long time, the suppression caused by the class gap has begun to affect Lando's thinking. Therefore, his attitude of bent down and asked for good things at this moment seemed a bit exaggerated: "Hello... Sir, if you want to find the village chief, I will lead you!"

"Please trouble you."
Chapter completed!