"You're still so young, how come you've lost faith in life?"
The owner of the long, slender fingers spoke Elvish, not quite fluent but very gentle, which prevented the extremely terrified Gina from making any extreme reactions.
"Who are you?"
Kobil looked at Qin Mo, who had appeared out of nowhere in front of Gina, and asked him a question while trying to remain calm. However, his hands were trembling behind his back. In the jungle, the elves, who were known as the kings of the jungle, were being approached silently. The strength of the other party was definitely far superior to theirs.
"I... am just a traveler who happened to witness a tragic scene of infighting. I suddenly became interested in learning about the situation of the last remaining elves in the Western Continent." Qin Mo wasn't lying; he genuinely wanted to understand how these elves had survived on this land.
"This is none of your business, human. If you want to buy female slaves of the Elven race, go find Lord Azaka!"
Kobil clearly misunderstood Qin Mo's meaning of "traveling." The smuggling trade between the Frostwolf Clan and the Western Continent wasn't just about grain, medicine, and ironware; beautiful elven girls were the high-class goods. Kobil was convinced that Qin Mo must be an important figure in the smuggling caravan.
Kobil suddenly felt the surrounding temperature drop considerably, and the equally cold human youth asked coldly, "You... you still do human trafficking? That's quite an eye-opener!"
Kobil was startled, inwardly realizing that this might be a genuine traveler.
But looking at Qin Mo's face, which made even him, an elf, feel ashamed, he suddenly felt incredibly angry. In this territory, Lord Azaka's people were first-class citizens, elves were second-class citizens, and humans were nothing.
"Humans, on this land, no one dares to oppose Lord Azaka's will. He has granted our Onses tribe the right to govern this land."
"This is an internal matter for our Elven race. If you don't want to oppose Lord Azaka, please leave!" Kobil secretly gestured, and his companions gradually gathered behind him, forming a defensive formation.
"Lord Azaka? Are you an elf... or an orc?" Qin Mo had just overheard their conversation and was wondering how there could be a tribal-level elven settlement within orc territory. Now, he seemed to understand something.
Kobil's face turned extremely ugly, and several of his companions behind him even lowered their heads, filled with shame.
“I know you are a strong person, but no matter what, this is a matter for our Elven race, and outsiders have no right to criticize us!” Kobil said through gritted teeth.
"I... am not... an outsider!"
A burst of multicolored starlight appeared in Qin Mo's palm, twinkling and shimmering like stars in the night sky, playfully winking. Want to chat about "Sailing and Conquest" with more like-minded people? Follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other readers.
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