When Zhangxiong Gyatso came out, he saw that it was still the female white elf. He looked like he was facing a great enemy, and he held the bow tightly in his hand, as if he would shoot the arrows on it at any moment. The murderous Deqin Awang also had to keep his subordinates vigilant, and a white elf and a team of barbarian soldiers formed a ridiculous confrontation.

"Don't be nervous, dear White Elf friend, welcome to our barbarian clan. Zhangxiong Gyatso waved his hand to tell his men to retreat, and smiled at the wary female white elf.

"You...... You said that you were not afraid that our white elves would bring bad luck to the barbarians, and you were willing to accept us as guests. The elf hesitated, but asked.

"Of course, as you can see, the entire plain here is the territory of our barbarians, and your people are welcome to come whenever they want to. Zhangxiong Gyatso pointed around and said. It can be seen that although most of the people here are busy with women and old people, it is full of a peaceful atmosphere. And everyone had a healthy smile on their faces, and it was clear that there was no fear of famine.

The female white elf hesitated for a long time before suddenly saying, "We need help, we have a lot of people, are you sure you want to accept us?"

Zhangxiong Gyatso became more and more convinced that the White Elf Clan must have encountered a great difficulty, otherwise he would not have been so hesitant. He said frankly, "Although it is the first time we have come into contact with the White Elf Clan, please trust the honesty and hospitality of the barbarians in the wasteland. Come on, what do you need, as long as we can help, we will definitely make you satisfied. ”

The female elf was still hesitating, she was too cautious. Perhaps it was the endless wandering that created their vigilant nerves. Finally, he thought about it and said, "Can I invite you to come with me?" Let you see how our race is doing, and then agree to accept us. ”

Well, Zhangxiong Gyatso was also speechless, and Deqin Ngawang next to him was impatient, and couldn't help but be displeased: "Our Khan is a great hero in the Tulun wasteland, and his words have never been broken. Are you here or not?"

Waving his hand to make Dechen Ngawang retreat, Zhangxiong Gyatso smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go with you." ”

The female elf then put away her bow and turned away, neatly. Turning around, the brief subject Xiongjiacuo commanded: "Keep up!" and plunged into the jungle.

Deqin Ngawang was a little worried: "Khan, why is their race like this, and you are afraid that we will eat them? ”

Smiling, Zhangxiong Gyatso pointed to the bored foot-picking girl on the side, and said, "I took Zhandui with me, and no one can leave the two of us behind." ”

Zhandui obviously understood Zhangxiong Gyatso's words, and pounded his chest violently, as if to show his martial bravery. Deqin Awang was still a little uneasy: "Or, let me lead a team of people to follow you?"

"Okay, don't mother-in-law, mother-in-law, what to do, I'll go back as soon as I go, and I'll go hunting. Seeing that the female white elf had gone away, Zhangxiong Gyatso dropped a sentence and hurriedly chased after him with Zhandui.

The surrounding forest had already been familiar to Zhangxiong Gyatso and Zhandui, so it was very smooth to catch up with the female elf. But the elves led them deeper, to places they had never reached before. The Majaro Mountains are vast, and no one knows what kind of creatures live in them, and there may be magical beasts, which are very dangerous. Zhangxiong Gyatso and Zhandui also had to brace their spirits and be vigilant around them.

Fortunately, the elves did not go far, and when they came to the entrance of a valley, they suddenly stopped. The female elf turned back to Xiong Jiacuo and said, "Don't come with me yet, I'll go and explain to the clansmen." ”

I saw a pleasant bird call from the mouth of the female elf, which was melodious and melodious. Soon, the same bird chirped from the valley opposite. This seemed to be a sign of communication within their race, and then four or five white elves with the same white hair walked out, looking at Zhangxiong Gyatso and Zhandui as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Corolla, is this what you mean by the barbarians who are willing to accept us?" led by a male elf, Zhangxiong Gyatso could easily be distinguished, he looked pale and frail and terrifying, as if a gust of wind could blow it down. Even the other elves behind him all looked weak.

"Patriarch Kromie, this is the man called Zhangzhung Gyatso, and he is willing to accept us. And I went to see his tribal settlement, and there was no danger. The elf named Corolla replied respectfully.

The weak male elf looked at Zhangxiong Gyatso: "Barbarian Zhangxiong Gyatso, do you know the price we have to pay for acceptance? We are a cursed race, and any race that comes into contact with us will suffer bad luck, and no one will be spared. I'll give you time to think about it, and if you regret it now, you can leave, and we won't have any blame. ”

From the moment he saw these weak white elves, Zhangxiong Gyatso felt extremely uncomfortable, not that their race was annoying, but that they all had a disgusting aura in them. It's like...... When Arslen gave Zhangxiong Gyatso the magic crystal battle axe, he was once sent into the immortal land space, and was decomposed and absorbed by the immortal land space, and a black bead appeared at that time, and the breath wrapped in the bead was extremely similar to that on these white elves.

Later, he learned about the origin of the magic crystal battle axe after learning about Arslene...... It was also an ominous object, and anyone who used it would be cursed and would always suffer bad luck. That is to say, Zhangxiong Gyatso has an immortal earth space, which breaks the dark aura in it. But what's going on with these white elves in front of them, could it be that their entire race has suffered a curse?

Zhangxiong Gyatso had a little bottom in his heart, of course, for the sake of caution, he would not immediately take the white elf back to the Gujit Canyon Plain.

"Patriarch Kromie, can you let me see your people?" asked Zhangzhung Gyatso.

"Yes, please come with me. Patriarch Kromi did not hesitate and agreed to Zhangxiong Gyatso's request. Then the group of them walked into the canyon, and Zhangxiong Gyatso followed behind the female elf Carola, and walked along the narrow valley mouth for a short time, and a small valley appeared in front of them.

Zhandui has been a little abnormal since he saw the White Elf Patriarch Kromie and the others, and when he followed Zhangxiong Gyatso into the valley, the hair on his body exploded violently, and his mouth whined and roared, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

Zhangxiong Gyatso saw the appearance of the white elf clan, which can no longer be described as miserable. Although there were thousands of people, few of them were able to stand, and all men, women, and children, all of them fell to the ground with weak energy, their faces pale, and their eyes sunken, as if they had suffered from the plague.

What's going on?And why are all the white elves like this, and the remote female elf Carola doesn't seem to have anything at all?