The thin net tied to Mawson's body looked slender, but it was actually made of an unknown material, and it was so tough that even Mawson used a little force to break free.

When he stood up, the two elven warriors walking in front of him had not yet reacted, until one of them felt that the weight in his hand was too light, and when he turned around, he found Mawson following him.

"How did you break free?"

The elven warrior exclaimed, and when he heard his voice, several figures suddenly appeared from the surrounding trees, surrounding Mawson.

Some of the warriors carried prey on their backs, and some picked a lot of wild fruits, and they had obviously just returned from hunting.

"Human, I ask you!"

The bowstring pulled, and many warriors aimed their bows and arrows at Mawson.

"You said that someone in the surrounding tribe caught a human, where is he?"

Mawson looked around, finally landing on the warrior who had just spoken.

"Why should I tell you?"

There was a hint of pride on the warrior's handsome face, and he held his head high, the feather ornament on top of his head shaking violently.

Mawson glanced at him, but did not speak, his body suddenly retreated, and he stepped on the ground.

Boom!

The land in the forest was full of all kinds of fallen leaves, which were extremely soft, but when Mawson stepped out, the soft ground trembled like water waves.

The warrior who was closer shook uncontrollably and fell to the ground staggering.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Tong!!

Mawson's right arm flew out, and the pitch-black arm swelled rapidly, brushing past the side of a warrior's ear, piercing an ancient tree not far behind him.

The aftermath was unabated, and several big trees hugged by several people were pierced one after another, and for a while, the sawdust flew away, and the sound of tom tom was endless!

"This guy isn't human, what kind of monster is he?"

"Slash!"

The edge of the arm, which was originally like a spike, thinned and stretched into a sharp giant blade, and Mowson's body rotated, and the power of his whole body condensed into the arm, slashing upward.

Click!

The big tree that he had just pierced was split into two knots from the bottom up, and the ancient tree toppled over, splashing large expanses of dirt and broken leaves.

The skyrocketing arm was retracted and returned to its original appearance again, except for the bursting sleeves, Mawson looked not much different from an ordinary person.

Collapse!

With a soft sound, the feather arrow trembled and pierced into the dirt at Mawson's feet, and Mawson followed the sound to see that the warrior who had just released the arrow turned pale and waved his arms in a panic.

"I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to attack you, I just didn't care...... Believe me, I really have no ill will! ”

Ignoring the panicked warrior, Mawson turned to the feather-clad elf and whispered, "If I wanted, I could have killed all of you just now." ”

"Now I just need you to answer a few questions, any questions?"

The elven warrior swallowed, nodded stiffly, and shook his head quickly.

"We'll talk as we go."

Mawson took a few steps forward and walked side by side with the elf, seeing his actions, the elves around him breathed a sigh of relief, and Mawson could even hear someone behind him viciously threatening the elven warrior who had shot an arrow by mistake.

"Damn, do you want to kill all of us?"

"This guy is definitely not human, maybe a god from Asgard?"

"I remember the last time the Elven Festival was held, there was a guy with a hammer in Asgard, and he could summon thunder and lightning, which was terrifying......"

Ignoring the chatter behind him, Mawson carefully interrogated the elven warrior in front of him.

The handsome elf's name was Lestra, and he turned out to be the child of a nearby tribal chief. The recent period coincided with the forest rituals within the elves, where young warriors from various tribes were required to capture their prey and then display their prey together on the rituals in order to gain the praise of the gods.

And Mawson was picked up by Lestra in the wild, although it may not be powerful, but Mawson's human identity is enough to add a lot of points to Lestra, which can allow him to achieve a relatively high result in this celebration.

"Honorable god, I didn't do anything to you, I just wanted to help the tribe achieve a good result, and I didn't want to hurt you in the first place."

After a few small talks, Lestra restrained the pride on her face, and everywhere, the strong could easily gain respect.

"Tell me what you know about the captured human."

"Actually, I don't know much." Lestra lifted the crest of feathers, which had been a little messy from the branches.

"There are no major wars in Alfheim, and although there are some conflicts between the various tribes, most of them are under the jurisdiction of the Elven King."

"It's a vast area, and to be honest, the tribes are far apart, and if it weren't for the Forest Sacrifice, the news might not have been able to come so quickly."

"I've heard that Gordon used almost all of his strength to capture the human, but even then, they paid a great price to cut off the man's metal arm."

"This was four or five days ago, and they tied up the man and placed him on a tower in the tribe to show the strength of their tribe to the other traveling merchants and the elves who came to do business."

"Oh, yes."

Lestras thought of something.

"Kirdon's father is the most powerful tribal leader in the vicinity, and this time the forest festival will be held in their tribe, and the elf king will come to participate in it himself."

Clenching his fists, Mawson took a deep breath and restrained the tyranny in his heart.

"Where's their tribe?" Mawson asked in a deep voice.

"Just to the east......" Lestra felt like a volcano was standing next to her, and the surging energy seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

"Take me!"

"But the forest sacrifice hasn't started yet......"

"Huh?"

"Alright, let's go now!" Lestra nodded hurriedly.

"Let's go!"

Mawson reached out and grabbed Lestra's collar, and his other arm stretched and catapulted onto the top branch, and the whole person flew under the extension of the arm.

"Woo-la-la-......"

Lestra opened his mouth, but was poured into a mouthful of wind and let out a shout of unknown meaning, and Mawson flew with all his might, and the bushes could not affect his speed.

It wasn't until he reached the top of a mountain that Mawson stopped, "Let's see how far away you are from the tribe you mentioned." ”

"Vomit ......!"

Lestra opened her mouth and vomited in the dark, her legs straight, her eyes shining, and vomit hanging from the corners of her mouth.

Even the feather crown, which has always been cared for, has long been lost.

Mawson forcibly picked Lestra up, "Where are we now?" ”

Lestra opened her eyes, and before she could speak, she vomited and bent down again.

"Is it because the elves are like this, or is this one I met especially special?" Mawson muttered irritably.