Chapter Seven: The War Between Forest Spirits and Pig-Headed Men.
One day later.
On the western edge of Emerald Lake Island, on the cliff.
"I never imagined that the place I was in was an island."
Loya stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out over the vast lake.
At this moment, he had several unfamiliar runes on his body. The original [Rune: Gluttony] was even more exquisite. Around him, there were five or six other [Rune: Gluttony] runes, but smaller in size.
Yes, the inscriptions of the sorcery can be stacked, but stacking them is more difficult than stacking them individually.
Koloa is no ordinary person. In his previous life, he was a demigod-level wizard. Now, he has been reincarnated and has cultivated again, and his skills are still top-notch. What others cannot do, and what others find difficult in the art of wizardry inscriptions, are not difficult for him at all.
Of course, the most important thing is these inscriptions, which are all relatively low-level.
"It's all water, which is a bit too much for me."
Loya frowned, looking uncomfortable.
As a low-powered version of Godzilla with pure fire attributes, he doesn't like water. He prefers dry, hot deserts, volcanoes, and lava fields.
He will suffer from acclimatization problems when he comes into the water, and his strength will inevitably be weakened.
Yes, it's only weakened by a small amount.
Godzilla has a strong vitality and adaptability.
If he cannot resist the environment, he can also change himself and integrate into it.
However, this will take time.
Loya's pupils flickered: "This is no problem for me."
He shifted his gaze to the distant waterfront on his right.
In the jungle on the shore, there is a huge crescent-shaped building, sitting quietly on the ground.
This was a large ship that was nearly complete.
"The owner of the boat shouldn't mind if I ride on it, right?"
Loya thought to himself.
He turned and walked away.
...
"You delusional little sprites, you are destined to fail."
"Kill! Destroy the ship! We cannot allow it to exist!"
"Hahaha, you little elves who don't know what's good for you. You've been building ships for generations, but you've also failed for generations."
A fierce battle is currently raging near the large ship that Loya has his eye on.
Numerous extraordinary pig-headed men, some dressed in leather or even naked, wielding all sorts of primitive weapons, charged toward the large ship.
Around the large ship, there were many handsome, exotic men and women with pointed ears, armed with bows and arrows made of wood, to resist these pig-headed people.
They were none other than the forest elves.
The two sides clashed, showing no mercy. Before long, pig-headed men and forest elves lay on the ground, lifeless.
“You whelps of the dragon, you foolish, depraved pig-headed tribe, why are you stopping us? That damned dragon has also made you his food. We are all victims, and we should unite to resist the dragon’s rule and escape this island that brings despair to all living beings.”
Among the forest elves, there was a valiant female warrior in green armor, wielding a two-meter-long green greatsword, charging rampage across the battlefield.
A burst of green sword energy erupted, slaying all the pig-headed men who approached her.
As she killed, she questioned the pig-headed tribe.
A fat, pig-headed man, over three meters tall and looking like a ball, came running over, clutching a giant axe.
He was heavy, and full of power.
The earth trembled under his feet.
"You ungrateful Elf Chieftain Vina, it is our honor to become food for the great dragon. What right do you have to resist? What right do we have to resist? We should all accept it with gratitude and voluntarily step onto the great dragon's table." The fat pig-headed man roared with fanaticism, "You forest elves are all heretics. You have failed the great dragon."
"Great True Dragon, I have been tolerant enough of you. I have spoiled you enough. You are the Great True Dragon's favorite food."
"But you still harbor wicked intentions..."
"If it weren't for the great dragon's kindness, your race would have been wiped out long ago."
After the fat pig-headed man finished speaking, he had already rushed to a spot not far from Vina.
“Madman, fool, Chief Jekk of the Pig-Headed Tribe, have your minds been controlled and bewitched by that evil dragon?” Vina couldn’t understand the fat pig-headed man’s thought process.
That evil dragon is going to eat them and make them food for generations to come.
Not only did they not resist, they even aided and abetted the evildoers.
"Oh no, I'm perfectly clear-headed; it's you who aren't. Now, I'll destroy your newly built ship and offer your remains to the great dragon." Czech's eyes widened as he swung his giant axe at Vina.
With a "whoosh," the axe blade seemed to slice through the air. Even though it hadn't hit its target yet, the invisible force that erupted had already cut several large gashes into the nearby ground.
"No one can destroy our ship, destroy our hope. Czech, I will slaughter your entire race, then set sail and escape this island. I will lead my people to a bright future." Vina showed no fear; her resolve was unwavering. She naturally did not back down in the face of Czech's attack.
He raised his green greatsword, which was larger than himself, to block the giant axe.
The two made contact, producing a bright roar.
On the surface, Vina is not as big as Czech, but surprisingly, despite her small size, Vina is quite strong; she actually blocked Czech's attack.
"This is impossible, this shouldn't be! How can a traitor like you be stronger than before?" Czech's face was contorted, intense resentment and jealousy erupting from his eyes. He had fought Vina before, and back then he could suppress her.
"Hope makes me infinitely strong." Vina shook her sword.
Czech's giant axe was knocked away, and Czech's entire body involuntarily took several steps back.
"Desire will allow me to crush all enemies."
"The pig-headed tribe cannot stop the elves from pursuing freedom."
"Even an invincible dragon cannot subdue us, much less make us despair."
Accompanied by a declaration of bravery and holiness.
Vina charged forward and flashed to Czech's side.
The greatsword emitted a dazzling green light and, like a rocket, pierced straight into Czech's chest.
"Pfft!" The huge piece of fat was pierced. Blood spurted out.
"Uh...uh...uh..." Czech opened his mouth wide with difficulty: "Foolish, arrogant, you are destined to fail. Food should look like food. The pig-headed tribe has lost, but you have not won. There are other kin of the great dragon nearby."
"The war has only just begun."
"And what if you do set sail?"
"The real danger is in the water."
“We, these lowly beings, are merely the easiest enemies for you to deal with.”
"See reality clearly, then despair, roar, and finally become food for the great true dragon."
"You are destined to fail, for the great true dragon..."
Czech was clearly on the verge of death, yet he was still trying to dampen Vina's spirits and elevate the majesty of the "true dragon."
Finally, before he could finish speaking, he breathed his last.
With a "thud," the large, fleshy body fell to the ground.
"I will defeat them all, I will never lose. I will end the tragedy of the forest elves in my generation."
Vina drew her greatsword and dashed off in another direction.
With the defeat and death of the pig-headed chieftain Czech, the remaining pig-headed people also suffered a miserable fate. They began to collapse, while the forest elves, on the other hand, were in high spirits.
"We've lost, retreat."
"We need to call for help."
"Damn little sprites, you're getting cocky now. The real pain that follows will surely make you weep with agony..."
The pig-headed people, this extraordinary species, were not the kind of iron-blooded race that would fight to the death. After being defeated and having no hope of turning the tide, they all scattered in all directions.
Don't let their chubby appearance fool you, they're surprisingly fast.
"Kill them! Let these stubborn pigs fall into hell!" The forest elves didn't stop there; they continued their relentless attack from behind.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh," a large number of magical wooden arrows transformed into a storm, bombarding the pig-headed man's slick back.
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