On the ground at the edge of the Mist Forest, Elder Muyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The aura of Withering that made all things wilt had vanished, replaced by the original scent of earth mixed with charred wood, carrying a trace of vitality.
He felt he could finally breathe freely.
The Mist Forest was land that belonged to the Elves, and its contamination had left him somewhat uncomfortable.
Most importantly, as a Wood Elf, he was naturally close to plants and nature. The Withering property of nuclear radiation was like nature's mortal enemy.
Lin Mo's act of Purification had removed a thorn from his heart.
As the Expeditionary Force set out, the Dwarf Thorin looked utterly reluctant to leave.
He kicked the tracks of a scrapped tank, his beard quivering with heartache.
"Damn demon brats! Look what you've done!"
"Such fine steel! Such beautiful craftsmanship! And now it's all scrap!"
He stared at the armored wrecks that Great Xia's soldiers had deemed beyond repair and could only abandon on the spot, the reluctance in his eyes almost spilling over.
In his eyes, these steel behemoths were all treasures the Dwarf Clan would soon be buying.
"The people of Great Xia are such spendthrifts too! They just throw things away whenever they please! Aaargh!"
"God of Craftsmen, please bless my clansmen on their way here."
"They must break through the Demon Clan's blockade and get here!"
"Otherwise, sooner or later, the people of Great Xia will squander all this equipment!"
He looked into the distance, where sporadic cannon fire rang out.
The self-propelled artillery units were carrying out precision strikes against scattered Demon Clan units discovered by reconnaissance drones.
Without the leadership of the Seventh-Order Demon Venerable, the remaining demons had become a complete rabble, scurrying across