Having been in this world for several years, Zhangxiong Gyatso has some understanding of this place. This world is a vast continent, and the nature surrounding the continent is the ocean. There are all kinds of creatures living on the continent, not only human races, barbarians, and beasts, but also some races that are sparsely populated, but also occupy an important place, such as elves, dwarves, dwarfs and other races, not to mention Warcraft and the like.

It is said that the elves have many branches, and the most powerful of them are the forest elves, who have also established their own kingdom in the misty forests of the far south. However, the southern part of the continent is too far away from the Tulum Wasteland, and there are several human empires and kingdoms in between, as well as the steppes of the orcs. It is an elven legend that the barbarians heard, and it was only heard as a story.

The elf in front of him was very vigilant, and Zhangxiong Gyatso was far away from Zhandui, just one glance at him made him vigilant. Suddenly standing still on a tree branch, holding a delicate curved bow in his hand, and riding an arrow, he looked like he was facing a great enemy.

Zhangxiong Gyatso and Zhandui immediately hid in the bushes, only showing half of their eyes to watch. Fortunately, it was evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the leaves of the forest, reflecting the golden light, so that the gold nugget-like fur of Zhandui did not look too abrupt.

This elf was so handsome that Zhangxiong Gyatso couldn't tell the gender of the other person from such a distance. Although he didn't know the lineage of the elves, looking at the other party's long silver-white hair, he could guess that it should be the [White Elf].

When chatting with Arslen, I once learned something about the elves on this continent from his mouth. The white elves should be the strangest one, they seem to have a deep hatred with other races for some reason, and they don't get along with each other. Even if they don't have a fixed place to live, they move from forest to forest all the time, and they don't ask for help from other elven clans. This reminded Zhangzhung Gyatso of the Gypsies on Earth.

But it would be too superficial to underestimate the white elves because of this. The White Elves are known as the darlings of the Moon Goddess, and each of them is born to be the best archer. There is even a legend that even with his eyes closed, a white elf can bend his bow and shoot at a leaf a hundred paces away.

It is also because of this that although their race is small, it is said that there are only a few thousand people, but because of their strong fighting power, they have not been wiped out by other powerful races.

Zhangxiong Gyatso looked at the white elf, he was really vigilant, still staying on the branch, looking around. It wasn't until a long time later that he was sure that there was no danger, jumped from the branch, burrowed into the bushes, and disappeared.

Zhangxiong Gyatso came out, and Zhandui next to him waved his paw and made a gesture, as if asking: Do you want to kill him?

scolded angrily: "I know that if you slaughter it, sooner or later, you will let the family slaughter it." Don't act on your own, we follow him quietly, and maybe we can find the white elf race. This is a precious race, what our barbarians lack most now is archers, aren't they born to teach?"

Zhangxiong Gyatso had this idea, and quietly stood up, ready to drop out of the white elf and follow.

Cautiously coming to the place where the white elf had just stayed, Zhangxiong Gyatso used Zhandui as a hunting dog, and let him sniff his nose to find the direction where the white elf left.

Zhan dui sniffled vigorously, and suddenly the golden hair stood up, and he looked up sharply at a canopy not far away.

"Don't move, if you don't want to be shot through by a bow and arrow. A very pleasant, silver bell-like voice rang.

Zhangxiong Gyatso was taken aback, and looked up suddenly, only to see that in the canopy of the tree not far overhead, the white elf actually went and returned...... Or maybe he didn't go far at all, he was just luring Zhangxiong Gyatso to show up.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill will. Zhangzhung Gyatso spread his hands and signaled that he was not carrying a weapon.

"Say, why are you following me?" the elf scolded, even at such a close distance, Zhangxiong Gyatso still couldn't tell the other party's gender, which was frustrating enough.

"Please, I was hunting in the forest with my pet beast, and I happened to meet you, how can I say that I am following you?"

"Hmph, didn't the barbarians graze on the Tulum wasteland, and when did they go into the forest to hunt instead?" the elf was wary and refused to believe it.

"No one has stipulated that barbarians are only allowed to graze and not hunt, right? besides, this is not far from my homeland, and I will say that you have invaded the territory of our tribe!" Finally, Zhangxiong Gyatso looked up and made out the gender of the other party. In fact, it was very simple, he saw the other party's towering chest, and secretly admired, sure enough, it was a devil's figure.

"When did the Majaro Mountains become the domain of the barbarians?" the elf scoffed.

Zhangxiong Gyatso was sad enough, he didn't know the name of this mountain range before, he was called by the eastern mountains, and today he knows that it is called [Majaro Mountains].

"Alright, don't be so paranoid. I won't eat you, and there is no grudge between our two clans, so why be so vigilant? Why don't you come down and let's have a good talk, maybe I can invite you white elves to our barbarian tribe as guests." ”

Hearing Zhangxiong Gyatso's words, the female white elf was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but ask: "What you said are serious? Do you really want to invite our clan to your place? Aren't you afraid that our white elf will bring you bad luck?"

Zhangxiong Gyatso suddenly remembered what Arslen said when he introduced the white elves...... Due to the white hair of the white elves, even if they are handsome, they are not liked by other races. Thinking that their pale appearance will bring bad luck to people. I don't know when this rumor spread, and in the end, almost everyone shouted and beat it. As a result, the white elves had to migrate from forest to forest, wandering everywhere. Needless to say, the living conditions are extremely difficult.

"Haha, we barbarians live in a barren land like the Tulum Wasteland, and there is really nothing to be afraid of surviving. If you trust me, bring your people to us as guests. Fifty miles to the west, there was a small plain in the mountains, where our barbarians spent their winters. ”

Zhangxiong Gyatso knew that when Pingshui met, the other party would definitely not trust him so much. In order to put a long line to catch a big fish, he pretended to make a gesture, took a few steps back to show honesty, and said.

"You go, I need to go back and talk to my people. The female white elf hesitated, but still refused with this attitude.

Zhangxiong Gyatso didn't care, turned around and left with Zhandui, and said without looking back: "If you want to come as a guest, remember to say that it is a guest of Zhangxiong Gyatso." Don't trespass into our wintering grounds, our warriors are a little reckless, and it's not good to surprise you!"

The white elf did not speak, and watched Zhangxiong Gyatso walk away, only to suddenly turn around, and in a few jumps on the canopy, the rabbit rose and fell, and then disappeared without a trace.