He easily hunted and killed hundreds of Xuan-level demonic beasts with soul needles, used secret methods to cover up the smell of blood, hunted elves, and finally returned to the canyon without danger.

Looking at the unharmed but empty canyon, Yevre and Ou Brizia breathed a sigh of relief, and with hundreds of prey, they met the palpitating people in the underground caves.

"It's good to come back, and as for the prey, we'll talk about it later. ”

Looking at the safe return, the unscathed hunting team, the wrinkled elven elven elder, and the old man patted Brizia's shoulder with tears.

"You also sensed the terrifying terror and coercion, haven't you been hiding for so long? There are also several strong people outside the tribe, but fortunately you don't care about our small tribe, otherwise you probably won't be able to see us. ”

Without waiting for Yevre and the others to tell the specific situation, the Elven Great Elder made up for it on his own.

"Really?

Ou Brizia was shocked, casually disbanded the team, dealt with the prey, and took Yevre and the Great Elder with him, and walked briskly to the conference room.

In the conference room of the wooden house, the elven elven elders, the elven elves, Brizia, Amunrus, and Cholimpass, as well as the high-ranking members of the tribe, as well as Yevre, sat at the round table one by one, and began to discuss with complicated expressions.

"Let's let Xiao Lei tell me what is going on first, he is the first to notice the abnormality. ”

O Brizia's face turned blue and pushed Yevre directly to the front desk.

"At that time, a few of us went to the vicinity of the Emerald Lake to look for traces of prey, and when we were not careful, we found that two heaven-level demonic beasts were fighting on the shore of the lake, fighting in the dark and miserable. We had no choice but to stay away from the battlefield and hide our bodies. ”

As he spoke, Yevre struggled for a moment, but decided to tell the truth.

"Before we had time to hide far, a heaven-level demon suddenly flew in, and then the two demonic beasts fought together as if they had met an enemy who killed their father. We didn't dare to stay long, dug a deep enough hole, hid in the depths of the ground for a while, and found that there was nothing abnormal, and then hurried back. ”

Yevre gave a general introduction to the process, and described in detail the messy battlefield within a radius of more than 400 miles, and several high-ranking tribe leaders collectively fell silent with gray faces.

After a long time, the elven elven elder, who looked embarrassed, continued to discuss with the other tribe leaders on the issue of whether to transfer.

As an outsider, Yevre didn't dare to interject much, just listened silently and didn't say a word.

The heated discussion lasted for most of the day, and several people did not agree on it.

However, the Emerald Lake has completely become a taboo for the elves, and it is strictly forbidden to go hunting near there again.

After all, there is a high possibility that there are heaven-level demonic beasts in the Emerald Lake, so you still don't want to die.

The elven race that has fled here has been embarrassed to such an extent, there is no high-level force at all, it is better to hide here and live carefully.

With a depressed mood, a group of elf high-level officials parted unhappily.

Yevre didn't dare to say anything, went straight back to the kitchen, said hello to a few worried elf cooks, and hurriedly made some meatballs and vegetable soup, filling the stomach that had already rebelled.

During this time, Yevre didn't dare to take the spare dry food in the storage ring, and he forced himself over.

When he had had his fill, Jevre did not wander around any longer, but flew straight back to his cabin, where he fell asleep without hesitation.

During this time, Yevre did not dare to take a real break, and was always on the lookout for a possible attack.

When I woke up, more than ten hours had passed.

Yevre, who was full of energy, went straight to the training ground, looking at this empty scene, quite unaccustomed.

Amunsiri was a little elf, obeying the orders of the Great Elder, and was still hiding in the underground cave.

A small number of elves, hiding in the canyon and keeping watch.

Only a few elven cooks, a few high-ranking tribal and vigilant elves in the cave were still holding their posts and couldn't get out.

After circling around the empty canyon and discussing things with the Elven Grand Elder for a while, Yevre arrived at the supply storehouse, accompanied by Amunrus.

Time doesn't wait for me, Yevre, who was hit by the Heavenly Rank powerhouse again, can't wait to complete the side quest.

After taking more than twenty different Xuan-level demonic beasts, Yevre was in the corner of the training ground, studying them alone.

Skillfully wielding the ground-level dagger, removing feathers and scales, and separating the skin, tendons, and bones layer by layer.

Taste the texture of different parts from time to time, and delve into the details from time to time.

It took almost an hour for Yevre to turn a Xuan-level mid-realm demonic beast into residue, and also completely controlled the characteristics of this demonic beast.

Raising his head, smiling at the elves in the shadows, and cleaning up the bloodstained field, Yevre continued to work hard.

Today, Yevre didn't cook any more eight-star dishes, and it was all the Elf Chefs of Pasley who were in charge of it.

According to the Great Elder, this is a special time, and everything is simple.

Don't do anything foody, lest you break the rules.

Jevre was as good as he could, nibbling on a slightly improved elven barbecue before continuing his busy mission.

......

Yevre made rapid progress, and it only took four days to thoroughly study all the Xuan-rank Demonic Beasts in the material vault.

Summoning the Crimson Codex and looking at the progress of the thirty-nine/two hundred Xuan-level Demonic Beasts and the zero/one hundred Earth-level Demonic Beasts, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

If you continue to be trapped in the canyon, this side quest will not be completed for a while.

After hesitating for three days, seeing that the ground-level ingredients in the material warehouse were getting fewer and fewer, and the ground-level elves were shrinking their clothes and dieting, Yevre found the anxious elven elder again.

"Great Elder, it's not okay to go on like this! I believe you know better than me the truth of sitting and eating empty mountains. You still send a hunting team to go out hunting with me, it's a big deal to have fewer people, and don't let any Xuan-level elves follow, so as not to affect the speed. ”

After a mess, Yevre finally persuaded the worried Elven Grand Elder to agree to let Amunrus lead thirty ground elves out hunting.

After all, looking at the thrifty clansmen, the elven elder was also very uncomfortable in his heart.

The Xuan-rank prey brought back last time couldn't meet the physiological needs of the earth-level elves at all, and if they opened their bellies, they wouldn't be able to last for two days at all.

According to Yevre's reminder, Amon Ruster deliberately selected a group of ground level elves with outstanding speed, and under the worried eyes of the elven elder, under the care of the worried elves, he resolutely stepped out of the canyon.

The Elven Grand Elder sighed silently, and after giving orders to the guards hidden in the shadows, he returned to the cave three thousand feet underground.

This is a retreat prepared by the unconscious patriarch, and the cave is as large as five football fields under the backdrop of a large number of deliberately cultivated luminous plants, and it can be described as brightly lit.

More than 2,800 clansmen, under the guidance of the elven mages of Cholimpass, were distributed in groups of ten.

The sound of whispering, like a large number of noisy ducks, constantly echoed in the hidden caves.

Recently, he didn't notice the expected danger, so he released the gag and allowed the people to talk in a low voice.

In the days when the terrifying coercion came, the Elven Great Elder issued a ban and did not allow any clansmen to make a sound.

Even the food is all solved by the dried fruits in reserve.

"I don't know when I'll be able to get out?

"Wait slowly, didn't you see that the Great Elder's face was not good?"

"That is, in case that terrifying Heavenly Rank Demonic Beast kills a horse gun, see if you still complain or not. ”

......

"Why is Uncle Lei missing again, I miss the meatball soup so much!"

Folding her fingers, her face full of frustration and listlessness, Amon Xili lay on a wooden bench on her stomach, looking at the adults who still looked a little frightened, while complaining to a few good friends beside her.

"How long are you going to stay here this time! It's so boring, I can't sleep well, I can't eat well. ”

"I don't know ...... either"

The little friend with the same delicate facial features only said a few words, but was interrupted by the rest of the friends next to him.

"Be quiet, the instructor is coming! I don't want to be punished, so I will shut up for the time being. ”

Amunsili raised her head and turned left, helplessly looking at the instructor who looked unkind, but a little uneasy, and shut up without hesitation.

Elsewhere, the adult elves who were nibbling on the spare fruit were just as panicked and uneasy.

A faint strange smell permeates the cave, adding a little bit of unique flavor to the fruit.

Nested in the underground cave, a dry elf has not taken care of personal hygiene for many days, and the beautiful three thousand green hair has also become greasy and smooth, and Qianqian's fingers are covered with dust and dirt.

It's all like this, so it doesn't smell weird.

This hiding cave was not designed well, the water source was not enough, and it could only cope with the daily drinking, and it was impossible to clean the body as usual.

The Elven Grand Elder looked at everything in front of him, and he was also quite helpless.

Until you get a definite reply, for the sake of the safety of the community, let's stay here for a few more days.

Even if the clansmen are not used to it, then they will resent their old bones.

......

Yevre walked in the middle of the team, deliberately avoiding the direction where the Heavenly Rank Demonic Beast appeared, concealing his body, opening his spiritual perception with all his might, and heading all the way to the south.

There were very few demonic beasts around the canyon, either they were killed by the elven warriors, or they were hiding far away because of the residual Heavenly Rank demonic beast aura.

Yevre and his party hunted elves and walked nearly five hundred miles before they saw low-level demonic beasts that were quietly haunting.

It is these silly low-level demonic beasts that seem to be fearless, looking for fresh branches, leaves, and grass sprouts everywhere.

Of course, there are also some unlucky weird bugs that are secretly eaten by flying birds and monsters.

As the saying goes, the early worms are eaten by the birds, and there is nothing wrong with it.

They are all useless prey, too lazy to waste energy, hide their bodies, and do not disturb the lives of low-level demonic beasts, constantly jumping and tossing between tree trunks, leaving the canyon for almost three thousand miles.

The Demon Leopard has a slender body, muscular limbs, and green colorful fur, like the skin of a chameleon, quietly hiding behind a giant tree, preparing to hunt an equally hideous two-winged demon tiger.

A pair of golden vertical pupils kept staring at the two-winged demon tiger in a state of deep sleep, ready to sneak attack at any time.

Seeing this, Yevre was a musician, and quietly glided a few steps, a pair of eagle eyes, and glanced at Amunrus, just in case.

When they were only two miles away from the Demon Leopard and the Two-Winged Demon Tiger, Yevre sent three thousand formless and substantiated soul needles into the soul space of the two demonic beasts.

I don't know if my spiritual attack is really too powerful, or if the soul space of the demonic beast is much more fragile than the intelligent creatures such as demons and elves, and in an instant, the two demonic beasts that encountered the sneak attack of the soul needle both fell to the ground.

Four large eclipsed eyes, unclosed, typical of dead eyes.

After waiting for a few minutes, the Colorful Demon Leopard and the Winged Demon Tiger stopped twitching, and then Yevre asked Amunruth and the other melon-eating elves to clean up their prey.

The volume of the two demonic beasts is average, although they are both in the middle of the ground level, they are only 150,000 pounds of ingredients.

This little food is far from enough for the daily consumption of the tribal elves, and they have to continue to hunt for prey.

After using the secret technique to deal with the two unlucky prey, Evre looked around with a solemn expression and continued to look for his target.