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Wu Hen's fingertips conjured a flicker of flame, and under his guidance, the wisp of fire shot toward a spot three kilometers away.
The flame wasn't the essence of the spell but rather a command.
"Listen up, all of you! At the spot I've marked, I want you to pile up a Flame Mountain. Make it towering. The shape doesn't matter, but it has to be fierce — vigorous and imposing! If anyone dares to slack off, I'll see to it personally!"
Wu Hen barked commands while marking the coordinate for the fire particles to follow. He made it crystal clear that failing to meet his demands would have consequences!
As expected, the Flame Elves were cowardly and submissive. Treat them gently, and they scatter like grains of sand; exert some pressure, and they become beasts of burden for the Fire Mage, obeying every directive without the slightest complaint.