A Journey to a Different World Reincarnated as an Elf

Following the forest man, a dilapidated village soon appeared in front of Ramsden.

Well, it may not be reasonable to describe it as dilapidated.

Ruins should be used. Even ruins are not necessarily so bad.

The so-called houses are entirely made of branches supporting each other, but now almost all of these houses have been destroyed.

Only a few houses, whose leaves had been blown off by the wind, were still struggling to hold on.

If the guess was correct, it should have been the strong wind caused by the gryphon that just flew by, which destroyed a forest man's village.

At a glance, there were about twenty or thirty forest people, all with the same purple skin and ragged clothes, all busy cleaning the houses that were damaged by the strong wind.

"Chief, what's wrong with you?"

When a female Forester saw the situation here, she ran over immediately, and her screams also attracted the attention of other busy Foresters.

The old patriarch was carried away with all hands and feet.

The other little foresters who fainted slowly woke up under the calls of their companions.

"Great strong man, please save our tribe."

Just as Lumsden was carefully looking at the dilapidated tribe, a pleading voice sounded beside Lumsden.

Turning around, he saw more than a dozen purple-skinned forest men kneeling on the ground in his direction.

Lumsden looked around, then weakly condensed the gas into an arrow, pointing at himself, "The strong one you are talking about is me."

"Of course, apart from the sealed mountains, we have never felt such a huge and terrifying magical atmosphere."

The leader of the forest people knelt on the ground respectfully, "We, the forest people, have suffered a lot and were forced to move to this forbidden forest in desperation. I believe you have a way to save us."

"But I'm just an elf."

Lumsden really wasn't lying. He didn't even have a body. Even his body was made of gas. Even if he was willing to help, he didn't know where to start.

The forest man raised his head and said, "Strong man, no matter what form you are in, the magic aura exuding from your body is enough to prove your strength. Besides, ordinary elves will not appear in such a place. , since you can appear here, it also reflects your strength from the side."

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What is the reason

Is the magic power emanating from me really strong?

"Of course, I have already said that your magic power is comparable to that of my subordinates." Chernobyl affirmed: "Let me tell you this, the crypt demon we just tricked Spider, not even as good as the horses under my command, you should be able to understand this concept."

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So strong

That crypt spider is a level nine crypt spider.

"Otherwise, how could your spit of phlegm just now cut through the hard armor of an eighth-level underground demon spider in an instant?"

The source of my magic power should come from the magic crystal vein that I absorbed, but is that thing so strong?

But why don't I feel any stronger?

"Strong man, please agree to help us, please."

As he spoke, the Forester knocked his head towards Ramsden again.

I don’t have anywhere to go anyway, so if you can help, please help.

Seeing that Ramsden agreed to his request, the people in the forest showed excited expressions. They jumped up excitedly on the ground and walked into the tribe with Ramsden like stars holding the moon.

The middle-aged forest man called himself Cook, but as for his surname, they didn't have one.

Because they don't deserve a last name

According to Cook's explanation, surnames need to be continued. Generally speaking, only large tribes or people with high authority will have surnames.

There are basically no marginalized tribes like the forest people.

There is no way, the strength is too weak.

Under Cook's introduction, Ramsden and Chernobyl both had a general understanding of the world.

First of all, this is the Southern Continent, one of the four continents in the world. Unlike other continents where wars occasionally break out, there has been no war in the Southern Continent in the past few decades.

The Alteran Alliance Empire rules the entire continent and has no rivals at all. Without rivals, there would be no competition. Without competition, there would naturally be no war.

The highest leadership of the Alteran Alliance Empire is composed of the patriarchs of various foreign races as members of parliament.

Decades ago, wars often broke out between the Southern Continent and other continents. However, since the invasion of demons, everyone on the continent has twisted into a rope and created the Alterland Alliance Empire. All races help each other. On this basis, almost all tribes are growing in strength.

"Then why are you still having such a miserable time?"

According to Cook, they should all work hard to build a harmonious society with the help of the Alteran Alliance Empire.

Why did we end up in this situation?

"Lord Lumsden, you don't know," Cook sighed, "your efforts are directly proportional to your rewards. We foresters cannot compare to the elves in terms of intelligence, the tauren in terms of body, and the production in terms of production." In terms of mining, they are not as good as kobolds, in terms of forging, they are not as good as dwarves, and even in terms of population, they are not as large as Kira bugs."

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"Then you must have some special abilities of your own," Lumsden said. "Comparing your own shortcomings with other people's strengths is of course incomparable. Do you have any special abilities?"

After hearing Lumsden's words, Cook raised his head, looked at the other people around him, and after a while he shook his head helplessly: "If there was one, there would be no need to end up like this."

Cook pinched his torn clothes and said, "In addition to difficulties in production, we are also hunted by evil wolves."

"Evil Wolf Clan"

Cook squeezed his clothes tightly, and veins appeared on the back of his withered hands, "The Wolf Clan has many tribes, and we only encountered a small tribe of Wolf Clan after we came here. They said that we forest people will have There is a special smell, and if they eat us forest people, then their evil wolf tribe will be able to evolve."

eat human

"The Alterland Alliance doesn't care." Lumsden was stunned.

"It's not that we don't care, it's that we don't care at all." Cook stretched out a finger and pointed to the other side of the forest. "The evil wolf tribe has sealed off this forest. No matter where we go, they can rely on their sensitivity to smell. It’s easy to find us. We are like beasts raised by the wolf tribe.”