The dark purple sky gave her a strange and ominous feeling, and looking up for a moment, Loria felt dizzy...... The people who live here are rich and welcoming, and they can't wait to serve her plates of fresh ingredients with their rough cooking, constantly persuade her to try them, and even pour her a lot of beer...... Yes, there are vats of beer to drink casually, and in a short period of time, this once forgotten land has given birth to so much wealth.

It looks like she's going to reconsider the fate of this unknown island.

This dinner was eaten for too long, as if it were months long...... She patted her bulging belly, this state is probably not suitable for long-distance teleportation, and on the other side of the portal on the island, I wonder if the mages of the monastery have discovered the anomaly and started to repair the portal?

A strange whine that seemed hesitant caught her attention, and she turned to see the bear monster that had been caught by the rebels - although she had known about this ancient species from books, it was the first time she had seen them alive - He looked thinner than his four-legged cousins, with a smaller head and a muscular build, but closer to a humanoid than a bear, and even then, the hunched bear was over two meters tall, and Loria had to look up to see his expression mixed with fear and hesitation.

"The weaver...... Pointy ears...... No pointy ears......"

The bear monster seemed to be talking to Loria, he didn't dare to look her in the eye, and the words were very strange, not the language of humans or its variants, but Loria did understand, it was a language she was not familiar with, but she could understand the general meaning - the words sounded very similar to Salas, very close to the Darnassus spoken by the Night Elves.

Loria asked the bear monster in Salas, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

The bear monster tilted his head, his mouth showing rows of fangs, it was recorded in the literature that this race feared the power of the spellcaster, it seemed to be true, he seemed a little puzzled, it took a long time to guess what Loria meant, and then he replied: "Elven weaver, happy, ancient friend, bear man, ask for help." ”

His almost incomprehensible words were equally puzzling to Loria, who mentally recited the words, changing her pitch slightly to confirm their meanings in Salas, and then showing even greater doubt.

He thinks of himself as an elf...... Since these semi-intelligent creatures still exist on the north side of the island, it is not surprising that the elves have been here since ancient times.

"Bad Bear beats us, Elf friend justice, help, ruling, north, demon, satyr, bear man, danger. Seeing that Loria ignored him, he became anxious, and his tone became more and more strange.

It took Loria a long time to figure out what the bearslisk meant—the warriors heading north had encountered the bears, as she had known for a long time, and the bears' tribe had treated the crusaders as ancient elves, hoping for their help...... They are being attacked by two other hordes of bears and demons.

"There are demons here...... Loria said with a frown, it seemed that this unknown island was not a paradise of seclusion as she had imagined, but she quickly smiled again, the demons were to her what honey was to bears.

Ah, she couldn't help but lick her lips with the sweet taste of the void creatures, and the intense hunger on the magical level made her decide to help the bear monster in his crusade against the enemy.

In the wee hours of the morning, the portal was finally opened, and when Duane, whose eyes were bloodshot, regained his sight after a dizziness, he saw a pair of beautiful and bewitching red eyes, he narrowed his eyes, and finally decided not to explore the secret behind this little girl who had taken command.

"Good morning!" Loria's voice was full of impatience, and it seemed that she was not satisfied with the results of the mages' efforts through the night, "please send more men to defend this gate immediately...... On both sides, by the way, I beg you to tell the Archon Ann Linse, that he should send a team to protect this poor village. ”

Duane was silent for a while, then finally lowered his head and said, "As you wish, Your Excellency Commander." ”

Najib was on the verge of falling asleep in a daze in the vacant hut that the villagers had kindly lent, and for the first time in his life, he had stepped out of the confines of the tribe and crossed the ravine, and met the elf who looked very weak and had a bad brain, and was caught by the elven traitor and was about to be executed immediately, plus the young elven weaver promised to help...... He was also a little puzzled, the elves were not taller than the bears as in the Elder's story, they were all quite short, and even the men who looked like they were adults were less than the height of his chest...... He chuckled inwardly, the pink-haired weaver looked like a baby elf, and while others seemed to respect her, was she really capable of helping her tribe out of her predicament?

Thinking of his father's ardent anticipation, he made up his mind to bring the elven reinforcements back to the fortress no matter what, and Nagy drifted into a dreamland where there were no evil satyrs and fallen bears, and bears and elves were happily and happily ...... Before he could complete the setup, Najib woke up and saw the young pink-fur weaver shaking him, grabbing his bear fur and pulling it hard, telling him to get out of bed quickly.

"Let's go, bear, go and beat the demons. ”

Najib, who was in a daze, got up and walked for a while, pointing at himself and then at Loria, with a puzzled expression, just the two of them?

"I don't have many men, but there is a warrior who is willing to help us, and he is waiting for us on the north side of the village. Loria didn't know how much the bear could understand, but time was pressing, and she needed to kill the demons quickly so she could get back to Hearthvale for the holidays.

Najib nodded, he understood what the warrior meant, he thought of the elven heroes of the Elder's tales of the ancient war—Malfurion, Furywind, Garrod, Shadowsong, and Santis, Feathermoon, could he meet any of them? If it was a warrior like them, maybe it would be enough to help his tribe.

The trembling anticipation didn't last long, and he soon saw the warrior who was about to help him—sitting on a cart drawn by two horses, with white hair and a slump on his back, as if a gust of wind could tear him apart, and before Najib could realize, Loria pointed to the seat next to the 'warrior'.

"You, sit here, show the way. ”

With that, she went into the carriage herself.

The white-haired volunteer raised the reins in a cough that was about to eject his lungs, and it wasn't until the carriage had run a long distance that Najib felt like he had been cheated. (To be continued.) )