Wu Yu also saw what they were doing. One by one, the kobolds carried a large bucket and held a sharp black tube in their hands. They inserted the tip into the tree roots, and the tube writhed like a living thing. Then, milky white sap would flow out from the other end. After filling a bucket, they would replace it with a new one, and then other kobolds would send it into a spatial vortex located in the center.

The demons would send people to stay in this godforsaken place year after year, not only to be ready to attack the spirits at any time, but also to steal the sap of the ancient tree of life.

Otherwise, why is it that, despite both being polar regions, the Death Desert is usually devoid of even a single demon?

Even the demons operate on the same principle of pursuing profit.

Each bucket of sap is the essence of the ancient tree of life, but compared to its enormous size, this amount of sap is nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

However, the demons dared not go too far. If they really harmed the Tree of Life, those gentle and easygoing elves would probably go crazy and camp at these teleportation points. Without an epic-ranked elf to guard them, no matter how many demons came, they would just be easy prey.

This is essentially the elves giving the demons a little something to keep them in line; it could also be considered a tacit agreement between the two races.

Wu Yu glanced around and realized that this was only a small outpost, with just over a hundred kobolds in total. It was a bit troublesome, but Wu Yu's strength was more than enough to handle it.

Wu Yu glanced at the giant kobold holding a spiked club, who wasn't working but instead whipping the other kobolds, and made his decision.

Ignoring the taboo of men and women not touching, Wu Yu hoisted Violet onto his shoulder and ran towards the spatial vortex as fast as he could before the kobolds noticed him.

First, he had to cut off the kobolds' retreat, while also preventing them from calling for reinforcements.