Chapter Twelve: The Mad Elf

Unbeknownst to him, Loya spotted the elven ship through the dense jungle.

I could also hear the sound of the tide flowing and lapping against the shore.

We're almost at our destination.

Loya said with some anticipation, "It seems I'll be able to leave here soon."

"However, this departure is only temporary."

"Perhaps I will return soon."

"Hmph, I hope my dear Daenerys will be pleasantly surprised then."

...

With a "whoosh," several green figures leaped and tumbled among the branches of tall trees not far away. They were fast and their breathing was faint, as if they had blended into the jungle, making them very inconspicuous. Loya didn't even notice them.

Suddenly, a green arrow, drawing an arc, pierced through the dense foliage and flew towards Loya.

“???” Loya must have noticed it now, and he was stunned.

[Basic Wizard Inscription: Body of Steel]

Without time to think or say anything, Loya subconsciously activated the inscription, and a metallic luster shone on the scales on his body.

With a "clink," the green arrow pierced Loya's chest, making a crisp sound. Loya felt only a slight pain before the green arrow shattered and fell to the ground.

"For freedom, kill, eliminate the invaders..." The green figure leaped and shifted among the trees, then pounced.

These guys are all pointy-eared humans.

Of course, their correct title is obviously "Forest Spirits".

The innate bloodline skill, [Wrath of Nature], is a fragrant and natural green magic (wood element) that blooms from within the elves' bodies onto their skin.

The plants on all sides rioted.

With a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," the vines distorted, slithering towards Loya like snakes.

The surrounding wild grass and flowers swelled violently, multiplying wildly and rushing towards Loya, surrounding her.

The magic spell "Triple Strike" is used, and among the elves, a handsome young man draws his bow to form a full moon.

No one knows how he did it. Even though he had no arrows, when he released the bowstring, three green arrows appeared out of thin air and shot at Loya.

"Hey, dear elves, are you possessed by demons?" Loya complained frantically. He couldn't understand why these elves were so manic and bloodthirsty.

In his mind, elves were all elegant and gentle.

But what's done is done.

He had no choice but to make a move.

With her innate bloodline skill, [Crimson Lotus Hell], Loya unleashed a massive crimson lotus of flame, like a blooming flower, covering the entire world.

Fire is the element that controls plants.

The plants that swarmed in were burned, withered, and slowly died, turning into energy for the flames and making them burn even brighter.

Innate Bloodline Skill [Raging Flames] + [Basic Witchcraft Inscription: Wind Acceleration].

Loya took a single step, covering a distance of tens of meters.

"Little elves, I grant you death." Loya's eyes turned completely red, his pupils disappearing. His spine behind him burst into flames, transforming into a row of small volcanoes.

Innate bloodline skill: [Heat Breath].

"Roar!" Loya opened his mouth and spat out a dark red laser beam.

"Ah!" A female elf, a dozen meters away, hadn't even reacted before she was shot through the stomach. She fell helplessly from the tree.

"Monster, servant of the dragon, we will never let you succeed." The surrounding elves were heartbroken at the sight, but this only made them more determined.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh," they shot arrows recklessly.

Green arrows rained down on Loya.

At the same time, they moved as flexibly as possible, not giving Loya a chance to get close or use [Heat Breath] to kill them in one blow.

"Damn it, I've been kited?!" Loya was exasperated. But he didn't back down or back down.

Next, he withstood the enemy's ranged attacks and began to rampage, recklessly unleashing his "fire".

The once green forest turned yellow and was engulfed in flames.

The scene was getting increasingly outrageous.

Meanwhile, Loya's "fire" is also mixed with a radiation virus.

Contact with living creatures for a short period of time may be fine, but if the contact lasts a little longer, it can be very tragic.

Now, the delicate skin of many elves is blistered, rotting, and oozing pus. Their vitality has greatly weakened, their consciousness has begun to blur, and they are experiencing dizziness and blurred vision.