Elves Have Migrated to My Planter

Chapter 36 – Development (6)

Chapter 36 – Development (6)

It’s okay to step back right now. It was because he had come for the purpose of exploration anyway, and he had also confirmed that Serenian’s awakened spirit’s power works well against enemies.

Sometimes acting prudently can be the quickest way as a result, and the elves seem to know that.

The elves, who even confirmed the appearance of the mutant demon beast daughter-in-law, calmly maintained their formation and retreated back.

It’s just a step back for a bigger step forward anyway. In fact, their expressions didn’t look too bad, so right before they left the dungeon, I first turned the drone to get out of there and fly into the sky.

Large lakes and lush forests. Houses that are still only around cracks, cultivated fields that are growing little by little, and so on.

The scenery of [Nameless Lakeside], Which the elves had changed a lot, was captured on the screen.

The Serenians and elves who had just escaped from the dungeon were wriggling and climbing the clay barrier around the dungeon entrance.

After that wall was built, the lakeside became the realm of the elves.

‘It’s only possible because the number has increased.’

It reminded me of how Serenian and his fellow elves created that barrier in just one day. Of course, it was a much smaller barrier compared to the bonsai pot barrier that she had worked hard on for days and days, but it was still twice the height of the elves.

It was possible because countless people worked together to make it in one day. The more we unite, the stronger we become.

The larger the number, the greater the need and problems, but this is probably the reason why she is willing to accept more of her own people at all costs.

‘Are you resting today?’

A lot happened to her today too. She meets an unexpected elemental of her own, and she tests its power. Her complexion looks tired, so she may rest today.

I watched Serenian return to his bonsai pot and go into his house, but I continued to watch the pot.

It’s a different feeling when she thinks of the time when she once had to get up from her seat because if she rested or fell asleep, she had nothing and she couldn’t look at the desolate flower pot.

“It was very big.”

I smiled and continued to look at the elves who were still crowded even after Serenian entered the house.

Near a wall of her eg bonsai pots, her smiling ren gathers her darling and her peers to show her piloting her drone.

It’s hard to guess what she’s talking about, but Ren, who is moving her mouth incessantly, shows her friends the role she’s been assigned to with her twinkling eyes.

And in front of the barrier, several elves were working in the field in the vast farmland.

Rather than farming, which is commonly thought of, it is just inspecting and watching the crops grow well. Serenian used the power of the World Tree to concentrate nutrients in the fields where crops grow and accelerate the growth of crops.

Thanks to this, the crops grew at an unconventional speed, to the extent that they would grow straight after waking up after only one night’s sleep.

She told her that such a power could not be used in her native land, she said. Because the Great Forest, governed by the World Tree, consumed most of its nutrients simply by maintaining its existence.

Of course, it is true that the small world tree here also needs nourishment. Until now, the elves in the flower pots had supplemented the nutrients by hunting monster beasts in the dungeon, but it is certain that they will run out someday.

I searched for nutritional supplements for plants while fiddling with my phone. It was unknown whether the elves would tolerate planting nutrients several times larger than their houses in the land where the World Tree was located, and even had to think about whether ordinary plant nutrients would be meaningful to the mysterious being called the World Tree.

‘Are the warriors preparing to fight after all?’

In the meantime, I saw a group of elves taking cutter blades and tack pins out of the warehouse.

They are stalwart male and female elves, chosen by the elves on their own terms and given the mission of being warriors.

‘As expected, clearing dungeons is the most important thing.’

All elves basically have the talent to deal with mana and fight, but it’s just basic knowledge, and above all, you can’t just train all day long.

In the midst of this, the selected warriors were real soldiers who were mobilized for dungeon raids, carrying out alert missions and killing enemies crawling out of the dungeon.

The warriors who returned to the lake pots with the supplies they had cut and cut into pieces for their own use, reinforced and made new weapons and armaments.

For example, arrows with heads made from finely chopped pieces of metal, or shields made by attaching pieces of metal left over after removing cutter blades.

But the most notable thing was the shield and armor made using the hard carapace left over after completely burning the corpse of a hunted witch beast.

Seeing how the elves were curious and using it freely, the back armor was more convenient and efficient to use than the pieces of metal I sent.

‘I don’t have any metal skills, so that might be better.’

Even in modern Korea, hunters make something by extracting new materials from the corpse of the monster they hunted. It’s just that the source of supply is the hunting of hunters, and the cost of processing is not small, so the efficiency is not good, so I just don’t actively use it.

On the contrary, it seemed better to the elves who were more inefficient in handling metal.

‘I can do enough.’

The ever-growing population, the skills of the elven warriors who develop more and more as they go through actual battles, as if waking up the senses that had been deeply asleep in long peace, and the level of civilization that develops rapidly as they gradually adapt.

I was sure that those elves squirming hard in the pots that at first glance looked like overgrown weeds would be able to conquer the dungeons and expand their territory.

If you do that, you will be able to bring more people and make this world more prosperous. Of course, for that, those who are now diligently going back and forth to the outside world to relocate their own people will have to exert more effort.

***

“The chief refused? Why?”

“You say you have to keep your seat, but I don’t know. I’m sure I’ve told you all about how hopeful Eden is. To be honest, I don’t think I really believe it.”

In the great forest near the rift, Leon was taken aback by his friend Bean’s words. After Serenian, who should have taken over the chieftain’s position, was selected as the central high elf, Bean had to find the chieftain of his home village, who became the chief instead, and persuade the remaining villagers to move to Eden.

Unexpectedly, however, the chief refused to relocate. Even taking other villagers is now forbidden.

“You didn’t tell me the road to Eden, did you?”

“Of course not. You never told me where it was or how to get there.”

After confirming that Bin had kept the taboo of being an ‘operative’, Leon kept his mouth shut with a hard face.

Because you know what kind of person the chief Urea is. At 150 years old, she was clearly a benevolent and thoughtful elder, and that is why her villagers honored her as their chief instead of Serenian.

“I’ll have to go and check it myself.”

“Checking, what the hell?”

“What kind of choice did the patriarch make?”

After deep but not too long agony, Leon made a decision. His eyes were so sharp that Bin, who saw it, was surprised and asked back.

“You can’t believe the chieftain is corrupted!? You became the pawn of the traitors?”

“I don’t think anything is impossible anymore.”

Bin was frightened, but Leon firmly shook his head.

Since his wife was unilaterally taken away, he has gone through a lot, and as he became an operative and stole elves and moved them to Eden, the ‘enemy’ Leon became most wary of was not the terrible monster bugs crawling out of the dungeon, but his own people. Neither were the traitors who betrayed and fell.

Puppets who secretly sympathize with the traitors and try to oppress their own people by pretending that they are not, that they have no choice.

From my experience so far, they were the biggest stumbling block and hindrance.

“Eh, if Yurea-sama really became a pawn who sympathized with them, what would you do?”

“Why are you asking the obvious? We have to save the other people who are suffering under that person, the villagers.”

Leon did not see them as his own people. Clutching the sword worn at his waist, he was prepared to wield it at any time.

‘If only I could save others through my own corruption.’

The same goes for humans, but fratricidal killing is more than a taboo for elves.

However, Leon intended to stop them even if he fell like the traitors.