The next morning, Qin Mo, who had just fallen asleep after daybreak, was awakened by a commotion. He got up irritably and went out to see what was going on.

It turned out that a group of energetic young elves had raided a nearby orc tribe the previous night, capturing dozens of orc prisoners and bringing them back. The elves, born in the New World, had never seen orcs with blue skin and fangs before, and the whole city of Oslo was in an uproar.

The captured orcs writhed and howled in grief, their bodies bound tightly with ropes, leaving these savage warriors with nothing but their mournful cries.

"They're really weak. We stormed right into their tribe, and they were still fast asleep. How can such trash frighten you so much?" An excited elven warrior threw his spoils on the ground and asked the free elves in the city with disdain.

“We…” The free spirits in Oslo were speechless.

"They are not afraid of the orcs, but they are afraid that the orcs will retaliate against the elven tribes in this jungle. Since the royal court left, those tribes that did not have time to go to sea with the royal court have lost their support. In order to ensure the survival of their tribes, they have compromised with the orcs."

Qin Mo stepped forward, blocking the path of the timid free elves: "Perhaps you think they should fight and die a glorious death for the dignity of the elven race, but what about the children? Should they die with them?"

"We should be helping them, rescuing our brothers and sisters, instead of mocking their cowardice, after all the hardships they've endured all these years..."

Qin Mo's voice was not loud, and her tone was very calm, but the surrounding noise gradually disappeared. The elven warriors' faces no longer showed contempt or ridicule, but instead turned into strong fighting spirit.