There are six elves in the eyes, including a male elves who are in a coma.

Two of the remaining four belong to the ranks of young elves, who look even younger than Charles, and are only two or three years old.

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

They are an elf family.

It is obvious that the house here is the residence of this family. The small yard surrounded by fences not only has clotheslines tied tightly from the roots of the trees on the top of the hill, but also a delicate small fish pond in the corner, which is very lifelike.

But these have been destroyed by the attacks of the orcs.

The slender rope broke and fell off and laid on the wooden window of the house. The small pond that should have wandered with some fish was also trampled by the orcs. Accompanied by black blood and messy mud, a fish tail was exposed outside the water and trembled, looking particularly desolate.

However, no one has paid attention to the chaos in the external environment at this time, because they are busy in the yard with an elf man lying on a long table.

The male elf was injured and seriously injured.

The adult female elf asked her companions to run out to find herbs or to fetch water. No matter how big or small, even the two little dolls who looked two or three years old were busy with their work.

She herself stood around the injured brown-haired elf, checking the many wounds all over his body with an anxious expression, wanting to touch but hesitating.

The elves have strong control over the body and also have a high tolerance for injuries. Even fatal damage to humans can recover from elves over time.

However, if it is particularly serious, then there is nothing to do.

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

At this moment, Charles was sitting on a stool not far from the yard, and his eyes were scanning the coma elf and the female elf.

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

Or tree shepherd.

"The Ent's Water can promote the awakening of Calebdill, but if he can't hold on to that time, it will be useless even if there is the Ent's Water... Well, I hope the light of the stars will always be overwhelming him."

The slow words were still stable. Compared to the anxious female elf not far away, the tree shepherd looked calm - although the injured one is his friend.

However, this does not mean that he does not value his friends. In fact, after these green elves asked for help, they happily authorized the adult male elves to go somewhere to get "water".

That thing seems to be very precious.

Not long after, watching the brown-haired elf cover a handful of leafy plants he had found, and it added dullly.

"Even with Ascelas Grass help."

The Ascelas grass in its mouth is a common herb that grows in woodland environments, and Shire is very familiar with this.

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

Of course, he was thinking about it himself at that time (at most there were a few Haradin people to help), so he did not understand the name and function of this herb among the elves.

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

It is used to cast magic!

That's right, it's magic.

It seemed that the female elf who covered her hands on the target's wound closed her eyes and muttered to herself that nothing had happened, but in fact, Charles vaguely discovered that the originally green and leafy plant was constantly exerting sporadic energy containing the breath of life.

This energy is sprinkled down, which obviously has a certain therapeutic effect on the wound.

At the same time, the plants that originally seemed to be full of life were a little wilted.

“The utility of overdrawn herbs?”

He thought about this and then became very interested.

Although this therapeutic effect is incomparable to his past methods, it is different from the past.

He had never looked at the knowledge of medicine in his mind before, and now he has been studying them for several years.

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

This thought arose in his heart. But it did not appear on the surface, but kept observing the effect of the other party's methods.

Although he did not get close, he still saw clearly with his keen vision.

What is more regrettable is that although the magic of the female elf is a bit supernatural, its effect is only to evaporate the effects of the herb more concentratedly and then act on the wound. In fact, because the herb itself contains little energy, the effect is not great.

"Do you know about medical knowledge?"

The chronic bark is slow no matter what it says (Shar speculates that this is the racial characteristic of the Ents), but now he "turns his head" to look at the strange-looking Charles.

"But as far as I know, the more lives Elda hunts, the harder it is to use medical magic. But if my eyes are not yet blooming, I saw you kill at least ten Oaks not long ago."

"Some understanding, but not this magical method." Charles answered simply. He was full of curiosity about the knowledge in his mouth.

However, before Charles could continue asking, an anxious voice suddenly came into contact not far away.

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

When I turned my head and saw that the female elf who used magic was speaking, bowing and bowing as she spoke.

Her words were so special that Charles could hear it a little reluctantly, but it wasn't too difficult.

This man named Dilya, after dealing with the orcs, she took the lead in running to thank the tree bark and Charles.

However, because the elderly in this family were seriously injured and dying, everything seemed in a hurry before.

She obviously heard the conversation between Charles and the bark.

But Charles did not respond to this, but answered rationally: "I can indeed make some related potions to slow down the aggravation of wounds on your father, but I think that potion is incomparable to your current methods. Its effectiveness is slower and weaker."

This is a fact. Although the healing potion he made seems magical to humans, it is actually incomparable to the magic performed by these green elves.

However, after saying this, the female elf who had no hope was even more excited.

Not only her, but the busy elves beside her also turned their eyes and new hope was shining on their faces.

"The mother's treatment cannot be used continuously, but only the mother is good at medical treatment here."

The words from the young elf relieved Charles' doubts. He also said with shame: "My brother and my brother and I can no longer use this natural gift because we have hunted too many small animals."

With his words, the two little guys also looked down at their toes, as if they were ashamed.

Seeing this, Charles thought about it, then stood up from the stool.

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

...

Except for Dilya's husband running to search for the so-called Entre Water, the rest of the elf family became busy again.

At Charles' instructions, some of them prepared wood to make fire and set pots, while others stepped into the forest again to look for herbs.

These green elves lived in the forest for countless years, and they knew much more about all the animals and plants in the forest than Shire.

As long as Charles roughly describes the herbs he needs, the Green Elf will be able to understand what they are intuitively.

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

Then under the gaze of all the elves, knowledge and technology that had never appeared since the birth of the world were revealed in their sight.

Watching Charles wandering around the bonfire pot, the elves were curious about it.

"Is the same tribe outside the forest already powerful enough to use plants without magic?"
Chapter completed!