There are a total of six elves in the eye, including a male elf who has fallen into a coma.

Two of the remaining four belonged to the ranks of the young elves, and they looked even younger than Charles, only two or three years old.

Then there was a young elf with pointed ears and two adult elves, a man and a woman.

They are an elf family.

Obviously, this is the place where the family lived, and the small courtyard on the periphery, which was obviously fenced off, not only had a clothesline tied from the roots of the trees on the top of the hill, but also a small fish pond in the corner, which was very lively.

It's just that these have been destroyed by the attack of the orcs.

The slender rope broke off and towered over the wooden window of the house, and the small pond where some fish should have roamed was trampled by the orcs. Accompanied by black blood and messy mud, there is also a fishtail that is exposed outside the water and constantly trembling, looking extremely bleak.

However, no one paid any attention to the chaos of the external environment at the moment, because they were busy in the courtyard around an elven man placed on a long table.

The male elf was wounded, and very badly.

The adult female elf beckoned her companions to run out in search of herbs or to fetch water, and even the two little dolls, who looked to be two or three years old, followed along

She herself stood around the injured brown-haired elf, anxiously examining his many wounds all over his body, wanting to touch but not daring to touch.

Elves have a strong control over their bodies, and they also have a high tolerance for injuries, and even fatal injuries for humans can be recovered over time on elves.

However, if the situation is particularly serious, then there is nothing to be done.

For example, at this moment, the injured elf has fallen into a coma, and the healing speed of the elf's injuries after the coma will be severely reduced.

Charles was sitting on a stool not far from the courtyard, his eyes scanning the unconscious elf and the female elf.

Next to him was the "standing" tree man who was slightly shaking the leaves on his body.

Or the shepherds.

"The water of Ente can promote the awakening of Calebdir, but if he can't sustain it at that time, even if he has the water of Ente, it is useless...... Well, may the light of the stars shroud him forever. ”

The slow words were still steady, and the tree shepherd seemed calm compared to the anxious female elf not far away—even though the injured one was his friend now.

However, this does not mean that he does not value his friends, in fact, just now, after these green elves asked for help, it had already authorized the adult male elf to run somewhere to get "water".

That thing seems precious.

A short time later, as the brown-haired elf placed a handful of leafy plants on the wound, it added in a dull voice.

"Even with the help of Aceras Grass."

The Aceras grass in its mouth is an herb that grows in woodland environments, and the Charles knows it well.

Because one of the raw materials for making healing potions is this thing.

Of course, he was thinking about it himself (with a few Haradins at most), so he didn't know what the herb was called and what it did among the elves.

At the moment, he saw it with his own eyes.

It's used to cast magic!

Yes, it's magic.

It seemed that the elf with her hands on her target's wound closed her eyes and muttered to herself that nothing had happened, but in reality, Charles faintly noticed that the originally verdant leafy plant was constantly exerting a little bit of sporadic energy that contained the breath of life.

This energy swayed down, and it was clear that it had a healing effect on the wound.

At the same time, the plants that seemed to be alive were wilting a little.

"The effectiveness of the overdraft herb?"

He pondered about it, and then became very interested.

Although the effect of this treatment is not comparable to his previous methods, it is not the same now.

He had never looked down on the potions in his head before, and now he hadn't spent years studying them.

"Maybe I can get a formal glimpse into the magic of this world through this?"

This thought came to him in his heart. But on the surface, it was not revealed, but kept observing the effect of the other party's methods.

Although he didn't get closer, he still saw clearly thanks to his keen vision.

It is a pity that although the magic of the female elf is somewhat supernatural, its effect is only to volatilize the effect of the herb more intensively and then act on the wound, in fact, because the herb itself contains little life, the effect is not great.

"Looks like you have an understanding of medical knowledge?"

The bark of the Chronicle is slow to say anything (which the Charles guesses is a racial characteristic of the Ents), and now it "turns its head" to look at the Charr.

"But as far as I know, the more life Eldar hunts, the harder it is to use medical magic. But if my eyes hadn't been spent, I saw you kill at least ten Orcs not long ago. ”

"I understand something, but it's not this kind of magic." Charles replied simply. And full of curiosity about the knowledge in its mouth.

However, before Charles could continue to ask, an anxious voice not far away suddenly interjected.

"Friends from afar, if you have other options, please be sure to lend a hand, we will be very grateful."

Looking sideways, it was the magician female elf who spoke, bowing as she spoke.

There was a hint of a peculiar accent in her words, so much so that Charles could barely listen to it, but it wasn't too difficult.

This one was called Dilya, and after dealing with the orcs, she was the one who took the lead and ran over to Bark and Charles to thank her.

However, because the elderly of the family was seriously injured and dying, everything seemed to be in a hurry before.

She had apparently heard Charles' conversation with Bark.

However, Charles did not say yes to this, but replied sensibly: "I can indeed make some potions to slow down the aggravation of your father's wounds, but I don't think that potion can compare with your current methods." Its effectiveness is slower and weaker. ”

This is true, the healing potion he made was miraculous to humans, but in fact it was no match for the magic cast by these green elves.

However, after these words came out, the female elf, who had no hope, became even more excited.

Not only her, but the few elves who were busy returning beside her also turned their eyes away, and their faces glowed with new hope.

"Mother's treatment can't be used continuously, but only mother here is good at medical treatment."

The words from the young elf's mouth cleared Charles's doubts. At the same time, he said with a smile on his face: "My younger siblings and I can't use this natural gift anymore because we hunt too many small animals. ”

Along with his words, the two little ones also looked down at their toes, as if they were ashamed.

Charles thought for a moment, then got up from his stool.

"Okay, but I'll need some utensils, and some other herbs."

……

Except for Dilya's husband who ran in search of the so-called water of Ente, the rest of the elven family was busy again.

At Charles's orders, some of them went to prepare wood to make a fire, while others set foot in the forest again in search of herbs.

These green elves have lived in the forest for an unknown number of years, and they know much more about all the animals and plants in the forest than the charr.

As long as Charles gives a rough description of the shape of the herbs he needs, the Green Elves will be able to intuitively understand what they are.

So his request was met perfectly, and the process took less than fifteen minutes.

Then, under the gaze of all the elves, knowledge and technology that had not been seen since the dawn of the world were revealed.

As they watched Charr's figure hovering around the campfire, the elves were curious.

"Are the people outside the forest so powerful that they can use plants without magic?"