At this time, the old elf was looking at the armor on Mo Ran's body. If it weren't for the reminder from those elves just now, he himself would have ignored such an obvious thing.

After all, stories belong to the rights of the young people, not to the wise men.

There was a slight hesitation. "Maybe we can take you to a relatively safe place." Said the old elf. Then they looked at the tall creatures in front of them, and if they were really strange things as the elf said, then they needed to ask where they came from.

In the story, the fear and death of this strange thing made them deeply taboo it, but if they were allowed to leave, no one knew if it would get into the hands of other tribes. If they are obtained by those hostile tribes, they will definitely have a hard time in the future.

"Relatively safe?" Rog repeated, and then he could roughly think of what the old elf was trying to say. It should be where he knows. But Rogge didn't know what he was doing it for.

"The Devouring Vine protects our forest, and we take care of everything around it. So it's fairly safe around here. "The old elf explained," explained the old elf, "and the place we are talking about is in this forest. ”

Rogge hesitated. They had seen the horror of the Devouring Vine just now, but following these elves into a forest they didn't know anything about, Rogge was still a little worried. Thinking of Mo Ran's words before, Rogge cheered up even more.

"Please don't doubt our kindness, this forest belongs to our ancestors, and without our leadership, most of the alien creatures would be lost in this forest." The old elf explained.

"This forest can't all be transformed by elves after death!" Mo Ran thought secretly, looking at the forest in front of him that seemed to be dull, he always had some feeling that this forest was alive. Coupled with what the old elf said, Mo Ran was even more sure of his feelings.

"It's better not to go in, this forest is weird." Through the communication, Moran admonished Rogge.

"I know, I don't think these elves have any good intentions." Rogge replied. "I need to talk to my mates." Rog replied to the elves, and then returned to the group with Moran, while the warriors were on guard at the same time.

"Any good suggestions?" Rogge asked the crowd, looking at the fifteen warriors who were left around, and Rogge himself didn't know where they were going to go. If he can't go back, then these people will be his last compatriots. So when faced with such a problem, he still has to ask his comrades-in-arms for their opinions.

Everyone looked at each other, and there was no good advice at this time.

"I think these elves can be trusted!" One of the warriors whispered, then looked at his companions around him, hoping that someone would prove his point by this time. But no one took the floor. In such a situation, the person making the decision naturally has to bear all the pressure.

So, having said that, the warrior didn't have much confidence. He wants to seek the people around him to agree with him. Of course, the main reason is that they are all very tired now, and the continuous combat and distress have already exhausted these recruits. If possible, they want a safe place for them to fix up, or at least get a good night's sleep.

"In an unfamiliar environment, it's easy to trust creatures who give a little bit of kindness, but we don't know what they're doing it for." The other warrior spoke in a deep voice, pondering the words. "Human beings are more receptive to life that is not much different from our form. If the other party has any bad intentions, our team will send them to their deaths. ”

The warrior had a faint impression, but it wasn't very clear. But his words undoubtedly hit the point that Rogge and Moran were worried about. It is precisely because these elves are not very different from them that they are easy to accept, so there is an inexplicable trust for no reason, and there may also be a trace of contempt because the other party seems to be weak.

"But what do we have to choose now? Do you want to go back to the lake? The other fighter did not express an opinion, but his words undoubtedly did not agree with the latter's statement.

That's the headache they're having right now, and they don't know what their options are.

"In that case, let's vote!" Rogge looked at the crowd that had fallen silent again, and whispered.

This is a very safe approach, although people do not say their own opinions, but it does not mean that they do not have their own decisions.

The result of the vote was a bit disappointing, apparently not caring about the warrior's claims, and most of the people chose to believe the elves.

In the face of everyone's choice, Rogge knew that it was useless for him to say anything, since everyone chose to believe the words of those elves, he would not say anything, as long as he worked hard to ensure everyone's safety.

However, Rogge and Mo Ran obviously didn't take into account how tired and confused the current team was.

Now that the itinerary had been decided, Rogge and Moran walked towards the elves again, and this time, a warrior came to them uninvited. Mo Ran recognized this as the warrior who had some impression of him, but he still didn't know the name of the other party.

"Are you really going to believe them?" The warrior asked via a private message.

"Since everyone chooses to believe, we just have to make it happen." Rogge said in a deep voice.

Mo Ran understood what Rog meant, it wasn't that Rog was against the fighter's opinion, but what their small team needed now was mutual trust. If they split again, their power will be even weaker.

It's a choice of desperation, because exhaustion and hunger weigh on their hearts at any time. Although no one explained, it was too late to face such a problem directly.

And while Rogge and the others discussed, the elves behind the old elves were also discussing.

"We can't trust these creatures, their strange creatures may be behind their filthy and dark bodies, exuding a disgusting aura." An elf was furious, for him buying these strange creatures was an enemy, and the Devouring Vine did not kill them, and they might not be able to pose a threat to these strange creatures.

If these creatures were allowed into their forests, no one knew what would happen next.

"Do you want to expel them?" The only female elf among them asked.

"It's a good idea, although the strange thing seems to be strong, but I am more confident in the arrows in my hand." An elf whispered. They didn't dare to amplify their voices, afraid that those strange creatures in the distance would hear something bad and do something bad.