If you don't say it, no one will believe it, this is the body of the starry sky beast. However, he knew that the Red Ice Star was indeed a starry sky giant beast, but he was still a little confused as to why it appeared here, but now the wreckage of the Red Ice Star was full of cosmic mercenaries and Protoss warriors.

The spacecraft's detection equipment depicted this huge three-dimensional pattern of space, but there were many places in it that could not be explored even with his advanced technology.

"That guy won't go into those places!" muttered, although I have such thoughts, but after saying it, I will be more sure of my thoughts. "Let's go check it out!"

Thinking of the habits of the starry sky beasts, he knew that he couldn't stay here for long. Now he is like a fly next to a giant beast, not because he has good spaceship performance, but because the other party doesn't want to pay attention to him.

"Let's check them one by one!" Thinking of this, the spaceship started again, and the scenery around the spacecraft also changed for a while, disappearing in place.

On the other side, Mo Ran and his party encountered a lot of trouble. Not long after they entered the forest, a group of elves appeared in front of them, and they were clearly from other tribes compared to the outfit of the old elves who led them.

"Okay, you black soil tribe, you actually brought the giant to the ancestral forest." An elf wearing a white wooden mask stood on a tree and pointed at the old elf who led Mo Ran and his group and scolded loudly.

And Mo Ran and his group of more than a dozen people immediately formed a circular defense queue to defend the surroundings. There were more elves than they expected. There were about 100 people, and I don't know if there were any more in the forest in the distance.

The elves, known as the Black Earth Tribe, quietly retreated into the defensive circle of Moran and them.

Looking at the arrow in the land in front of him, Mo Ran suddenly felt a little absurd. After the Bronze Age replaced the Stone Age, the Bronze Age was ended by the Iron Age, and the Firearm Age strangled the Iron Age, Mo Ran only felt absurd in the face of the Stone Age attack again.

But this is like the scene when the Protoss came to the earth, even if they knew that their weapons were not of much use, they would still hold on to the backward or broken weapons in their hands and work hard.

His thoughts drifted a little, but Mo Ran could understand the helplessness of these elves, but these elves didn't know what they were facing now.

"What's going on?" Rog whispered to the old elf behind him. After all, this is within their scope, and it is better not to mess with the affairs between these elves.

"It's a bit of a long story." The old elf looked at the elves around him, and his voice was a little low.

"Let's make a long story short." Rogge was a little impatient, after all, the scene seemed to be unfavorable to them. If it weren't for the fact that his companions around him chose this way, he wouldn't be in such a dilemma now. Now he needs to figure out the situation before he can make a good judgment.

"Do you want to fight back and let them go?" A soldier asked in a low voice, the blaster guns in their hands had been aimed at the places where the elves were relatively gathered, and they could definitely pack several with just one shot.

"Wait and see how it goes." Rogge whispered. They don't want to suffer unjustly.

"Originally, we were the only tribe here, but after countless years, the tribe gradually dispersed, and finally divided into many large and small tribes because of interests." The old elf said simply, obviously he also knew that the current situation was not very good.

"If there are tribes, there will be conflicts of interest for the development of the tribe, and in the end, our tribe, which was originally huge, was gradually divided by those more radical tribes."

Mo Ran can understand, after all, limited resources to cultivate a large population, then conflicts are inevitable, even if it is a family, in the end, there are conflicts because of uneven interests, not to mention a long time.

When the old elf said this, he could clearly feel the loneliness in his words. Guarding the glory of history and gradually declining, this feeling is not pleasant. Originally, when he saw Rogge and them, he also hoped that he could restore the original glory of the Black Earth Tribe by mastering the power of the strange things in their hands, even if it was short-lived, it was enough.

But outside of the Ancestral Forest, they had spent too long learning to communicate, enough for other tribes to come.

"So you're not companions?" Rog whispered, his right hand moving, he wanted to shoot the elves around him away, but now was not the time.

"We are not the giants you call we." After a moment's hesitation, Rog showed what he was going to say in their words through the projection on the armor.

Although they knew the meaning of the elven words, they had no way to say it, they could only express it through words, but the elves' language was told to him through the translation in the heavy armor.

"Giants are giants, and the fear you brought back then has made us deeply understand your hypocrisy." Behind Mo Ran, an elf spoke loudly, and his words were also approved by the surrounding elves. The reason why they didn't attack at this time was because they knew the horror of the giants.

In the past, when there were no demon devouring vines on the periphery, some tribes were suffering great disasters because of the giants. After that, the elves cultivated the Devouring Vine to protect the ancestral forest. But while protecting the forest, the Devouring vine is also like a cage that separates them from everything else.

It's just that these are things they didn't expect, they only know that the Devouring Vine protects them from the threat of the giants.

"How do I know what those 'giants' are?" For the words of these elves, Mo Ran cursed in his heart, and at the same time clenched the explosive arrow gun in his hand. Although there is not much ammunition in reserve, it should at least be able to withstand attacks from the surrounding area.

But apparently the elves around them don't take their word for it. If Mo Ran himself stood in that position, he wouldn't easily believe the words of the strange creature.

"We're not giants of what you call us, and we don't know what you've been up to." Once again, their words were projected onto Rogge's heavy armor. "But we didn't bring malice."

If they can not cause trouble, Rogge still doesn't want to mess with them, now they are tired enough, and supplies are also a problem to worry about. It was like a mountain weighing on his heart.

"They won't believe you, as long as you're on our side, they won't believe you." An elf behind Mo Ran whispered.