"No need for compensation. You just need to restore the destroyed fields. However, there is one requirement: you cannot use magic."
Eric suppressed a mischievous smile and said.
The Elves' faces turned green and white. Pepsi gritted his teeth and said: "No problem."
The other Elves couldn't voice any objections and could only take a deep breath in anger.
Michael almost laughed out loud. Max and Thomas's eyes were also full of laughter.
Evan looked helplessly at Eric in front of him. This brat really had many tricks. The Elf race had always valued appearance. Eric forcing them not to use magic to restore the fields meant they could only use plows to till the land like beastmen...
In the tribe, besides the large plows specially used by beastmen, there were only the kind used by Dwarves. Even a person of Eric's height found them strenuous to use. Evan found it very hard to imagine a group of Elves pulling this kind of plow in the fields...
