Chapter 246: Great Victory and Planning

From a distance, a Wind Elf was also surprised. She watched as a terrifying Night Elf suddenly emerged from the Night Elf tribe they were about to conquer, heavily defeating countless of their elf warriors.

"Unforgivable."

She frowned, finding the opponent's combat techniques very unrefined, yet her terrifying aura was alarming.

"It seems to be some kind of suppression, similar to a dragon's. One collapses instantly upon smelling her aura; it's impossible to get close," the Wind Elf thought. She raised her bow and slowly aimed into the distance, like a lurking assassin searching for the optimal moment.

After more than ten seconds, she squinted slightly.

A barely audible rustle of wind, accompanied by a streak of light, shot violently into the distance.

Mumu was darting through the elves when her scalp tingled, as if something had targeted her, sending a prickling wave of goosebumps over her. It was too late to fully react, so she quickly shifted her body, avoiding a vital spot.

An arrow instantly struck her lower abdomen.

Pain, pain, pain!

She winced in pain, yet with a strong will to survive, she fiercely pulled out the arrow and threw it to the ground.

She took a deep breath.

She was a Fifth-Tier, yet she had almost been killed by a Fourth-Tier. As a transmigrator, she was even being challenged by someone of a lower tier...

"She's severely wounded!""Kill her now!"The surrounding Wind Elves and Water Elves roared in delight, instantly overjoyed.

"My combat experience may be lacking, but now that I've found your location, can you escape?" She swayed her legs, delivering an airborne roundhouse kick. Due to the intense exertion, she was covered in a fine layer of sweat, even her legs perspiring. This intensified the spicy scent, and instantly, the approaching elves collapsed.

Countless elves wailed, fell to the ground, and screamed, clutching their eyes.

"Not to mention, as a plant-evolved chili, I'm far more effective than most potent poisons. I can continuously produce it myself, and the 'spicy' characteristic gives it incredibly strong diffusion capabilities. It can be felt through breathing, eyes, and skin, penetrating the body thoroughly."

Thump, thump, thump! She quickly ran off, slowly pulling off her black leather gloves. Revealing her fair hands, she bit her fingertip and smeared the blood on the fresh red wound on her lower abdomen.

While touching the wound had some effect, blood remained the quickest remedy.

"It's much better instantly." She clutched her waist, sprinting wildly, though limping slightly.

"What did she do now? The wound... it's stopped bleeding instantly?" The Wind Elf leader's expression drastically changed. She turned to flee, but how could she escape a Fifth-Tier elf?

Splat! Mumu swiftly lunged forward, delivering a powerful flying kick to the opponent's face.

The moment her foot landed on the beautiful face, it left a bright red imprint that quickly turned dark red and black. The face swelled suddenly, as if stung by wasps into a grotesque pig's head, and the elf instantly wailed on the ground.

"My face, my face..."

Her face even began to fester and disfigure from the spiciness, much like someone suffering from mouth ulcers after consuming too much heaty food.

"If she weren't a Fourth-Tier being, she would probably be dead instantly," Mumu said, turning away.

Consider that some terrifying chili peppers artificially cultivated on Earth can reach millions on the Scoville scale; merely touching them is enough to make hands red, tingly, and burning, similar to touching onions or menthol rubs. How much more potent then was the terror of tens of millions of Scoville units, bred by a Fifth-Tier tree dryad, far surpassing anything else?

"Keep flattening them!" Mumu's feet had already transcended the realm of culinary spiciness, transforming into the most terrifying biochemical weapon. She strode away.

However, she soon realized that after defeating the Wind Elf leader, the enemies completely disintegrated, scattering and fleeing in fear of her terrifying and astonishing aura of suppression.

In just a few hours, the war was over.

"Are... are you Mumu?" Xilin approached, unable to resist asking.

"Yes," Mumu smiled, turning to look at the scarred yet living Night Elf women. "I have become a Night Elf, named Yumia by the Night Elf's Ancient Tree of Life... Let's talk more when we get back."

"That's wonderful!" Xilin tried to approach. But in an instant, she pinched her nose, her fair face flushed, and her eyes stung shut. She stumbled back several steps, staring in horror. "Ah! My eyes! It's so spicy! Can you please withdraw your aura? Your presence is terrifying, like a dragon's, too powerful! We can't even get close to you!"

Mumu was stunned. She quickly covered her legs, unsure how to suppress her aura. *Is the aura from my feet already projecting outwards? Can I not control it?*

The Night Elves stood at a distance, afraid to approach, both amazed and annoyed. They were amazed that this tree-chef had suddenly become incredibly powerful, saving the Night Elf tribe from extinction. Yet, they were annoyed because even getting close to her made them gasp, collapse, and their eyes sting shut, and they had no idea how to deal with this naturally emanating aura of suppression!

Finally, Minnie spoke up: "According to legends, a dragon's aura comes from its head. But yours... it actually comes from your feet! Since you can't control it yourself, we'll have to find a way to shield it."

With that, she had a group of elves take off their shoes. They found several pairs of the most tightly woven animal hide boots, modified them on the spot into thick, black, knee-high—even thigh-high—animal hide boots, and threw them to her from a distance. "These should be able to block your powerful biological aura," she said.

Mumu quickly put them on, and the dreadful aura gradually stopped spreading. However, the lingering aftertaste was still so pungent that it made everyone uncomfortable; it was a terrifying biological toxin produced by a plant.

"That's incredible! So just wearing shoes can block this terrifying aura emanating from her feet!" The surrounding Night Elves were very excited and curious about this novel form of suppression. Afterward, they all cleaned up the battlefield together and returned.

"Oh, right, I can help heal your wounds." Along the way, Mumu took off her gloves and touched the wounds of various elves, aiding their recovery, which further excited them.

With her feet emanating a terrifying aura of death and her hands radiating an aura of life—one hand giving life, one foot giving death—she embodied the dual nature of plants. This talent was truly terrifying.

Xilin couldn't help but ask, "Yumia, your aura is so terrifying! How can I possess such a formidable aura like yours? Just smelling it makes one's eyes sting shut, leaving one defenseless." The surrounding Night Elves also stared at her, their eyes gleaming.

They felt their horizons broadened! So, a dragon's aura came from its head, and a Night Elf's aura came from its feet!

"You want to have feet like these too?" Yumia chuckled dryly and replied, "I'm a special elf, different from ordinary elves. I possess an innate talent that you currently cannot learn."

The surrounding elves were all disappointed. Such a terrifying aura was an incredible power that everyone desired.

Only upon returning to the Night Elf tribe did Mumu truly understand the world's cruelty. Although she had not killed a single elf, the other Night Elves subsequently slaughtered all the captives and buried them under the Night Elf's Ancient Tree of Life to become nutrients.

The entire tribe cheered.

"A complete victory!" "We lost over seventy of our kin, but now we've captured more than a hundred elves. Perhaps, while one corpse can't fully transform into one elf, we can still replenish our numbers by over fifty." "Let's celebrate with a feast!" Mumu, graceful and elegant, transformed into a beautiful chef. She picked up a cleaver, began slicing meat, and started cooking, using the corpse of her previous Seven Wonders Treasure Tree.

Meanwhile, a faint voice emanated from the Night Elf's Ancient Tree of Life, seemingly repeating the words of the strange reborn tree from before: "Is that truly the case? It is a crisis, but also an opportunity."

The Night Elf tribe was incredibly noisy.

After three days of joyful celebration, the Night Elf tribe began to ponder their future path. After all, a slight misstep could still lead to their demise. Moreover, having gone through this battle, the Night Elf tribe had effectively become a public enemy.

A few days later, Mumu found some time to go online. After much hesitation, she bit her lip, closed her eyes, and posted a screenshot of her picture. Instantly, the entire forum erupted into a terrifying frenzy.