In the early morning, after a light rain, everything began to come to life.

Under the light of the morning sun, one of the two natural walls in the area of Gem Lake, the Misty Mountains are still foggy.

The Misty Mountains rise thousands of meters high and are vast and towering over the southern continent.

It is surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs 100 meters high, and there are only three exits in the endless mountains for ordinary creatures to go up and down the mountain.

As a result, the Misty Mountains are like a closed, independent world of fog.

The people of the race who live in this foggy world are unknown.

Three exits from the Misty Mountains, one of which is on the other side of the mountain, in the direction of the continent.

The other two exits are connected to the Gem Lake area, one east of the Bleak Lands and the other east of the Crypt Elves' territory.

In the early morning, the rain stopped, and in a dense forest connected to the Misty Mountains, several goblins appeared in the dense forest.

They came to the area to dig up edible rhizomes, as well as a large number of fungal plants that grow after the rains at night.

"The abominable wind dragon destroyed all the walled wooden houses we had built, and some of them were busy for the next few days. A goblin warrior scolded.

His words struck a chord with another goblin warrior.

"Yes, it will take time to repair it again, but fortunately, the White Skinned Venerable has already driven the wind dragon away, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to go out today. “

"By the way, where the hell did they go?"

This is a question that none of the goblin warriors can answer, as they only see the Wind Dragon and the Whitefish People taking off together.

Then there was no trace of a fishman and a wind dragon.

"Wouldn't the White-skinned Venerable die too?" a goblin warrior suddenly guessed.

"Impossible, at the last moment, the wind dragon has been seriously injured by the White Skin Venerable, and the White Skin Venerable dares to take the initiative to follow the wind dragon into the air, and he must be confident that he will kill the wind dragon. ”

"But the White Skin Venerable can't fly, how can he come down after going to the sky......"

Several goblin warriors argued.

"Wow. At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the sky.

A few leaves fell from the sky with droplets, and several goblin warriors looked up, and saw a huge flying bird monster stopped at some point from the brown tree on the top, staring at them coldly.

This flying bird monster was not as big as a wind dragon, but it was also about five or six meters long, with a pair of black and shiny eagle beaks that were sharp and terrifying, and its eyes were even sharper, and it was covered with thick black and blue feathers.

"What kind of monster is this......" One goblin warrior was startled.

"Shh......h Don't disturb it by making a noise, we'll be making a noise when it's gone. The goblin warrior next to him covered his mouth.

"Don't stop, keep talking. A cold, bright voice suddenly came from above the bird monster, disrupting the goblin warrior's mind.

It's a noblin-like language, and the same words spoken in her voice give a completely different feeling than the goblins.

"Hmmm. Out of thin air, a tall and well-proportioned figure instantly appeared in the middle of the four goblin warriors, standing in a pavilion.

"Mountain...... Mountain Elf ....." A sharp-eyed goblin warrior looked up at the comer, recognized the identity of the comer, and said in a trembling voice.

"Oh? The tall figure turned to the goblin warrior, who was wearing a mysterious mask that revealed only her eyes and lips and chin.

Her skin is similar to that of the goblins, but there is a lilac tinge in the dark, which makes the dark complexion look good.

"The Patriarch once described your appearance, and he also said that the Mountain Elves are related to our Crypt Elves......" the Goblin Warrior swallowed, looking up at the Raider.

"Then your patriarch is really shameless. The female mountain elf, who was only two and a half meters tall, let out a hearty laugh and said bluntly without any scruples, but it could be regarded as a tacit acquiescence to her identity as a mountain elf.

The Mountain Elves are a great race that lives in the Misty Mountains.

They have the same pointed ears and similar purple-black skin as goblins, so it's no wonder that goblins climb this kinship.

However, apart from their skin color and ears, the mountain elves bear no resemblance to goblins at all.

The mountain elves are slender and muscular, with strong agility by nature, and they have a pair of silver eyes of extraordinary strength, with small black pupils in the center of the silver eyes that can increase the dynamic vision of the eyes.

With these eyes, each Mountain Elf can grow into a powerful and excellent Elven Archer.

These eyes allow the mountain spirits to see through the fog in the mountains and come and go freely in the misty mountains.

Mountain elves live for up to 150 years, but they also take a long time to conceive offspring, taking nearly two years and more than 600 days to be born, and babies need twenty years to reach adulthood.

The population is insufficient, which is one of the reasons why the mountain elves choose to live in the Misty Mountains instead of chasing the central plains.

It's just that in the hundreds of years since the mist of the Misty Mountain Range rose, few mountain elves have come down the mountain, and this female mountain elf suddenly came to the dense forest today I don't know why.

"Okay, that's the end of the conversation. The female elf spoke.

"I just listened to your conversation, you've seen that wind dragon, right? ”

"Tell me all the information about that wind dragon, and don't give out any details. ”

The female mountain elf sat down on a large sleek rock, took out a pair of sharp spikes around her waist and put them on her hands, a look of deafness.

Although the mountain elves are a powerful race, they are not cruel and easy to kill.

What can be resolved peacefully will never be resolved by violence.

In the face of this female mountain elf, who was obviously strong, the four goblin warriors interjected one by one, and gave a vivid description of what happened yesterday to the strongman in front of him.

......

Ten minutes later, the female mountain elf who had confirmed the message got up and was about to rush towards the white-skinned lord's territory.

"Can you tell me your name?" asked a goblin warrior who looked up with a stir

"I am Mavi, one of the heroes of the Mountain Elves. ”

As the words fell, Mavi flickered and returned to the back of her mount, the Hippogriff.

This time the goblins saw clearly that this was not an illusion caused by Mavi's excessive speed, it was a real teleportation.

Mavi's body shone slightly, and the next moment, it instantly appeared on the back of the horned eagle beast ten meters away.

Ignoring the exclamations of the goblins, Mavi patted the Hippogriff's head.

"Departure, target, a sandy area to the northwest. ”