Mage? Spell Engineer!

Elves are immortal species.

This was true in the Age of Mythology, and in the Age of Heroes there were many elves with lifespans of hundreds of years. But the fact is that the average lifespan of this race is slowly decreasing, and no one knows why. What’s even more fatal is that the slow reproduction of immortal species remains unchanged.

Moments before the Age of Silence began, the most powerful ancestor of the elves, the god Sylvanos, disappeared.

God abandoned His beautiful and respectful people. The elves were no longer able to resist against the well-armed humans, and the settlements on the continent were wiped out one by one. The dwarves, who were accused (by the elves) of destroying the environment every day because of mining and steelmaking, now firmly sided with humans.

From then on, the elven races on the mainland lost their countries, cities and settlements, and became wandering souls wandering the earth.

The elves of the island country were originally exiled sinners. Instead, they helped the island kingdom get rid of the rule of the old empire and were able to tolerate and coexist with the humans of Istani.

In the depths of the Black Forest, there is a small group of remaining people who have given up the civilization and technology accumulated by the elves. They have practiced for generations according to the ancient vows made by Sylvanos before the god Sylvanos and nature. They embrace nature itself wholeheartedly and are no longer Which god to serve.

But the settlement is still declining. Even if no one disturbs it, the life span of the residents is getting shorter and shorter, the population is declining, and the epic poems sung will be cut off. The elder thought of a way to imitate the servants and messengers of Sylvanos, trying to create new lives and sing the stories of the dying clan on their behalf.

And guarding the sacred tree of the Dryats Forest, or to put it more accurately, guarding the ominous power under its roots, this is the most important purpose.

The new life no longer needs to fight against humans and dwarves. It should have a long life and be able to integrate with this forest.

Then use part of the forest!

Use plants to create life between plants and animals. Based on the wood spirit messengers of Sylvanos, special tree species are watered and cultivated. In order to allow the plants to gain initiative and carry and use mana, the elves come from the gods. Fungi that meet the conditions are selected from the mutants under the tree and modified to allow them to live in symbiosis with the tree.

The last piece of the puzzle remains.

The elves discovered very early that the mana in nature would cause ripples and sometimes reverberate after casting a spell. Mana and all living things can influence each other. Based on the above two pieces of knowledge, they kept trying to amplify this phenomenon and fix it with magic, creating artificial spirits.

The spirit is kneaded together with the body of a combination of plants and fungi. It is a poor imitation of the wood spirit, but it is the greatest work of the elf. It was born in a small isolated village.

Although they are still dull children, they have the greatest difference from human tower spirits and weapon spirits - they are a race that can reproduce independently! Reproduction and immortality, the elves’ obsession with blood and tears came true.

However, this ugly race is not perfect enough, and even makes most of the elves in the settlement intolerable. The elders still want to improve it, and give it a name after getting a more beautiful form.

The monster cannot understand any of this. They just try to imitate, imitating the form, movement, and sound. The huge body is funny and clumsy.

Until one day, an individual disappeared. The elf didn't expect that it would wander to the edge of the forest and be exposed to human sight.

When it reappeared, behind it were the elite soldiers of the Empire who were driving it and following it, as well as human spellcasters.

The monsters didn't understand the catastrophe they had caused. They just followed the instructions of the elves and fought with humans. They were only burned by the flames caused by magic, and were wiped out together with the village.

The desperate and crazy elves once led humans under the sacred tree and used the suppressed, dirty and unknown power, but they still did not escape the fate of being completely wiped out.

However, there are still some mycelium deep in the soil and in the surrounding trees, which contain the remaining essence. Year after year, new individuals are born, and more and more, they become taller, uglier, and stupider.

This race has lost its creator, that is, their parents and teachers. There is no one to teach them or give them names. The nameless monsters just wander blindly in the ruins and depths of the forest.

They don't need ears, but they still imitate the elves, growing pointy growths on the sides of their heads. They don't understand the meaning, but they just repeat the songs, screams, roars and cries that float around the village.

The monster cannot understand any of this.

They don't understand the increasingly serious changes in the forest, and they don't know why two groups of similar beings are killing each other.

The monster didn't understand why parents drove their children into the forest, why the child cried, why he was missing an arm, and why he stopped moving in the end.

The monster doesn't understand why the disaster that destroyed the village will happen again, and why new humans will find this place.

The scorching rays penetrated them, burning, exploding, and thundering. The mana was boiling, impacting the essence, and the fragile hyphae were withering.

It's the enemy! I remembered the instructions given by their creator, attack, attack!

Although the roar and anger are imitated from other lives, at this time they spontaneously condensed various emotions and thoughts.

But they still don't understand why the enemy is so small but they can't get close to them, why the number of people is so small but the terrifying attacks are so intensive.

Some of the spirits dissipated, while others wandered around again and attached themselves to the ground and the surrounding mycelium.

Rorschach should have the highest KD. His rays mainly aim at the monster's head or body, which is very efficient.

The lightning spells that Cavendish was good at had very average effects on monsters, which made him a little depressed: "This was the former elf settlement? Is there any written information left behind?"

"Where is the core of the village? Can the abnormal situation be eliminated?" Peterson is concerned about this. He guesses that the current failure of the natural system's induction and the continuous darkness may be due to the weirdness of the village's ruins.

Copper and Humboldt were most interested in this monster race. After seeing so many individuals, they immediately realized that this was not a simple summoned object or the essence condensed by the forest itself, but a race that could reproduce, so Four individuals were imprisoned.

"We have to find a way to transport it out." Old Man Copper rubbed his head and calculated.

"Look!" Ella's face turned pale as she discovered something.

In the center of the village, there was a clean stone platform with a small body lying inside.

The mummified body of a boy, uncorrupted by winter. Fallen leaves lay on him like a quilt.

"The right arm is missing. It's not a trauma, it's probably a congenital deformity." Copper's clone lifted up the deceased's clothes and judged.

The child's expression was calm, without any pain, and there were round things around him—completely shriveled, black fruits, and round stones. It was winter and these were obviously inedible.

Perhaps the beings who placed these did not understand the meaning of this, and they were simply imitating how elves long ago cared for sick hatchlings.

Everyone watched without saying a word.

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