I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

A girl with white twintails and wearing a green robe stood on the branch of a big tree and said angrily.

Claire's eyes widened.

Isn't this a fucking elf?

Green eyes, which have color if you look closely, and those iconic pointed elf ears.

It is said that elves have a very long lifespan, thousands of years, and some even say it reaches five thousand years.

He lived longer than Lao Deng Yuzhenzi of Taixu Sect.

However, due to the general problem of spiritual realm, the older people get, the colder their temperament becomes.

Of course, some also say that it is due to racial characteristics.

There used to be a saying: Too much thinking makes the mind lazy, too much thinking makes the essence scattered, too much desire damages the wisdom, too much work makes the body tired, too much talking makes the breath short, and too much laughing damages the liver.

Too much sorrow will frighten the heart, too much happiness will overflow the mind, too much joy will make one forget one's mistakes and become confused, too much anger will make all the pulses unstable, too much goodness will make one obsessed and unable to cure, too much evil will make one anxious and restless.

If these twelve are not eliminated, it will be the root cause of death.

Therefore, we should think less, remember less, desire less, do less things, talk less, laugh less, worry less, be less happy, be less joyful, be less angry, have less good, and have less evil.

Practicing these twelve tips is the key to health preservation.

Well, this is a fictional theory from a martial arts novel in my previous life.

But to some extent, it does make sense.

After all, turtles don't move at all, so they live a long life.

Back to the topic, this elf girl must be at the cub level, otherwise she wouldn't have such rich emotions.

Claire said with a strange tone, licking her face,

"Little sister, where do you live? Who are your family members? Is this wolf your pet?"

The girl said with disdain, "Huh! Human, who is the little sister? I'm 50 years old! You are the little sister."

Uh, Claire's face was embarrassed.

Ignoring Sheila and the others who were laughing.

"Okay, Elf Sister. Do you know this wolf?"

The girl angrily said, "That's not nice of you to call me that! My name is Fulilian! Just call me by my name! Besides, you're so rude, human!"

Fulilian pointed at the ice wolf lying on the ground, pretending to be pitiful. "This wolf is my neighbor. Although he can be a bit fierce at times, you guys are bullying him too much! He's a natural creature. Why be so cruel?"

The wolf is no longer as ferocious as before.

The ground was covered in blood, and a broken tooth lay there, like a sharp knife blade.

With blood still flowing from its mouth, it rolled over from the ground. At this moment, its expression changed, as if it saw someone familiar, with a look of resentment on its face.

Seeing the innocent-looking Ice Wolf, Claire's eyes almost popped out of her head.

How could this wolf be so humane? Where was the bloody mouth just now?

It turns out you are intelligent!

Claire was speechless for a moment.

Fulilian continued, "It originally absorbed too much magical energy and accumulated too much resentment. After it awakened, even though it reached a certain realm, its mind was still confused."

"Awakening the spirit?"

Claire asked, "Do you know who awakened the creatures of Mount Horus?"

Fulilian's face was filled with admiration. "It's the Saint on the Holy Mountain! Her name is Hecate!"

Although Claire was very interested in the saint, now was not the time to investigate seriously.

After all, if the guys hiding in the mountains knew that I was a witch, who knows what big things would happen.

"Uh, Miss Elf. Since you know this wolf, we'll let it go."

"Are you connected to the Holy Land, that holy mountain?"

Fulilian fell lightly from under the tree,

"Occasionally our village would pay tribute to the holy mountain with some fruits."

"The powerful people there occasionally need some worldly things to satisfy their cravings."

Claire understood and asked about the specific location of the holy mountain. Fulilian just thought she was on a pilgrimage and calmly pointed to the northeast direction - there was a very tall mountain.

So, at Fulilian's invitation, Claire and her group were brought into the elves' village.

It is in a secluded place surrounded by dense forests.

According to legend, the elves live in harmony with nature and have the magical ability to communicate with trees, streams, wind and animals.

Most importantly, each of them is a favorite of nature and therefore has extremely beautiful looks.

As soon as they entered the village, Claire and the others were surrounded by a group of elven warriors holding longbows and wearing green cloaks. Their eyes were filled with both vigilance and curiosity.

Uh, that's how it feels.

It’s not as good-looking as imagined. Just like humans, there are differences in height, weight, beauty and ugliness.

"Who are you? Humans? Why did you break into our holy land?" asked a leader among the elven warriors in her clear voice.

"Sister Liana, I met them in the mountains. I don't think they have any ill intentions. They are here to make a pilgrimage."

"...You girl, how can you trust others so easily? Can't you see that these people are not weaklings? What if..."

Claire quickly explained, "Sister Liana, right? We don't mean any harm. Uh, you might not believe it if I put it this way."

"Of course. But since you're here, it's not in line with the elven hospitality to drive you away. So, please come and meet our Great Elder!"

The holy land of the elves is a primeval forest surrounded by ancient trees.

I really don't understand why anyone would like to live here.

The sunlight shines through the treetops, casting mottled shadows, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and the faint fragrance of flowers.

Under the curious gazes of many elves, they passed through the lush bushes and came to the center of the forest.

Here, there is a huge old tree with a thick trunk and lush branches and leaves, as if it is the soul of this forest. The trunk is wrapped with emerald green vines, dotted with small flowers, emitting a faint light.

At the root of this ancient tree, there is a portal naturally formed by the roots. On both sides of the portal stand several beautiful elves in green robes.

"There are too many of you."

Claire said, "Then the four of us will go in."

Raziel, Sheila, Arya and myself.

"Bruce, keep your eyes on Beren."

After Liana informed the guards, Claire and the other three slowly walked into the door under the guards' guidance.

Inside the portal lies a spacious cavern whose walls are studded with glowing gemstones, illuminating the entire space.

At the end of the cave is a throne woven from tree roots and vines. Sitting on the throne is an elf queen with a dignified face and extraordinary temperament.

She wore a silver robe embellished with countless tiny gems and an elven laurel wreath on her head.

The queen held a scepter in her hand, the top of which was inlaid with a dazzling gem, emitting a soft and mysterious light.

"There's something about this stone. It seems to hold the breath of nature."

Claire glanced at him without leaving a trace.