Ancient elf as husband

"Report to the leader, I have found out that they have enough large prey. We don't know whether they are dead or not, but it looks like there are at least fifty of them alive!"

Hemlika was shocked, "Is it true?"

How could this small tribe catch so many prey with just such a small number of people?

The man nodded excitedly, "What I saw with my own eyes can still be false."

"This…"

Hemlika fell into deep thought again, "There are very few people in this tribe, and there are only so many males. How did they catch so many big prey? Is there something special about it that we don't know about?"

Flood waved his hand, "With so many prey, we can sustain ourselves to the trading city, and we don't have to scrimp at all."

What a wonderful thing, it makes me excited just thinking about it.

"Those males are not enough for me to strike with."

"Yes, and their tribe has enough animal skins, so we finally don't have to starve or freeze!"

The people in the tent were excited, as if this was already their meal.

Hemlika was more steady, "There is something fishy going on, let's wait until Harun comes back first."

"Harm, what can it do?"

The degree of their evil deeds depends on the degree of danger.

If there hadn't been an additional elf cub, they might have started an encirclement and suppression plan by now.

In order to survive better, if they don't plunder this time, more of their companions will freeze or starve to death, but they just happen to be cold-blooded and ruthless to the outside world.

Harunzolo walked into the tent, and before he could say anything, a group of people started bombarding him.

"What's up, can we attack?"

"What about Harlan? That elf cub threatens us."

Harunzoro waved them to sit down.

Hemlika was on the same level as them, "Harlan, how is the investigation going? Is she a threat to us?"

The people in the tent were filled with empathy, as if this was already their meal.

"I'm not sure yet. I can't see anything around her. We have to find an opportunity to get words out of the tribal people."

Hemlika nodded in agreement, "They are on guard against us. Let's be careful not to let them figure it out in advance."

The black and muddy swamps were bubbling with poison, and the filthy land that had been fought was devastated. Reptile corpses were scattered everywhere, sinking to the surface as the wet sewage soaked in them.

Thorny vines swept across, and their aggressive spikes took away a large area of ​​life.

The poisonous water splashed and dripped on the vines, which was highly corrosive. The originally full skin wrinkled, and the nutrients of the vines were absorbed endlessly.

Molix was slightly panting, looking at the insects running away in panic, he could see between his brows that he had more than enough intentions but not enough energy.

Closing his eyes and chanting a spell to purify himself, he lay down heavily on the vines.

His sharp eyes were not discouraged, his chest was rising and falling, and the vine lines on it were faintly glowing.

"What a disgusting thing, blocking my way."

In the poisonous fog, it was difficult for him to even rest, but he had to stop and rest.

The dark and turbid air covered the sky and the earth, making the day seem as extraordinarily dark as the night.

In the stillness of the night, when he was alone, he thought of the person he cared about most.

It had been a long time since he'd seen her, and he missed her gentleness, her beauty, and her voice.

Molix moved his fingertips, hesitating for a moment in his eyes, and finally closed his eyes.

The vine wall fluttering in the wind stopped moving, Molix's eyes turned cold, and the spiked vines suddenly twitched toward the sneaking figure below.