After bypassing the Elven Reservation, Juan and his gang set up camp on a lawn covered with beautiful little white flowers at the foot of Mount New Kilimanjaro.

The dwarf Thorin took a shovel and began to dig a drainage ditch, his movements were very professional, and at a glance he knew that he was specially trained in the army.

And Frodo, the halfling, after cooking a delicious dinner for everyone in a wok, washed the pot and put it on the roof of the car and changed it into a radar antenna.

Before dinner, Juan changed the audio of his previous conversation with Morgan to make it look like a robot reading a script.

Then he gave the audio a name: "Fictional Stories, Legendary Elven Reservations."

And he noted in the introduction: "Adapted from folk rumors, the authenticity cannot be verified", and then uploaded it to the online platform, waiting for review.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, Juan saw that the audio "Fictional Story, Legendary Elven Reservation" passed the platform's review, but was classified by the platform as a folklore and legend column.

He saw that there was already a comment behind the audio.

Juan saw several familiar names from netizens, including "Dark Elves", who should have followed him, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to find the audio and leave a message so quickly.

Juan thought proudly, this is a loyal fan.

Maybe it's not just these fans, he thought.

After all, some netizens' names are so complicated that they can't remember them at all, while others are a long list of numbers, and even if they have rewarded them, there is no way for Juan to remember them.

As for the comments on this audio, most netizens commented: This is a good story.

"The imagination is so rich that bloggers can consider writing novels."

"Hahaha, if I hadn't known that the elves surrendered unconditionally, I would have believed it."

"Long live the human race, in front of the hydrogen bomb Big Ivan, all magic is scum, of course, the premise is that there is really magic, hahaha."

……

But there are also a few people who believe that this is true.

Juan saw the message from the "Dark Elves": "I believe this is not a legend, and I am willing to offer a large reward for evidence." ”

The words "heavy gold" made Juan a little excited.

But looking at the elven reservation from the foot of the mountain, Juan found that no evidence could be found in it.

There are no signs, no boundary markers, no high-voltage power grids, just an ordinary forest.

Whether it's a photo or a video, there's no way to prove that it's an elven reservation.

Juan's mood was a little depressed, like a cat looking at a big fish in a pond but not being able to catch it.

But this state of affairs did not last long, as the blue skies, the snow-covered summit of the new Kilimanjaro, and the fresh air made Juan forget his worries quickly.

In the evening, Frodo, who was monitoring the radar, spotted the target they were waiting for.

"It's coming! Here it comes! Just south over the forest! ”

Juan immediately put the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile on his shoulders and put the small black dot flying slowly in the setting sun into the scope.

The griffin in the shot is so spiritual.

Its eyes were blazing, its wings were vigorously agitated, and its raised tail was bobbing up and down, without any signs of injury.

"How is it possible, what about its wounds?"

Surprised, Juan, who even forgot to lock on, watched as the griffin landed and disappeared into the shade.

"Morgan, did you see that?! Its eyes, and its tail! That's impossible! I remember it...... Ah, I see, this is another griffon, not the one we used to hunt. ”

"No, it's the griffin." Morgan said with a serious face.

"Here you go again, here you go again." Juan put down the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile, "Your serious nonsense is getting less and less level, and even the blind can see that this is not the griffin that we beat and bruised." ”

"It's flying again! The goal is here again! Frodo warned loudly.

Juan quickly carried the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile, and this time he did not hesitate, and directly locked on after aiming.

But in the shot, the elf on the back of the griffin, with its green hair fluttering in the wind, made Juan afraid to pull the trigger.

He lifted the lock and laid down the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile.

"See, Morgan, it's completely different from the wild griffin we fought, it has an owner."

"No, it's the griffon, there's no second griffon around here, according to the villagers' report......"

"But the villagers won't know that there's a domesticated one in the elven reservation!"

"With my years of hunting experience, I'm pretty sure it's that griffon!"

"Enough, Morgan, enough, I'm tired of your serious tricks."

"Bang!"

Morgan pulled the trigger of Winchester's shotgun and fired the bullet into the green grass covered with small white flowers.

Almost instantly, or rather, the moment the gunfire reached the sky over the forest.

Juan, who used his brain chip to adjust his visual distance, saw that the griffin flying with the elf suddenly closed his eyes and turned his head to the left, reflexively dodging the bullets.

The griffon's violent and sudden action nearly threw off the green-haired elf with its neck around its back.

"Hell, it's not scientific!"

Watching the griffin descend again and disappear into the woods, Juan turned his head to look at Morgan in a daze and muttered, "Is the griffin very regenerative strong?" ”

"No, griffons don't have that ability, but elves do, magic, life magic, and there's no other explanation."

Juan took a long breath: "Is there really magic?!" ”

"I told you yesterday."

"I thought it was just your."

"You are prejudiced against me, how can a person like me who is honest and serious-looking be?"

“……”

Juan opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He looked straight at Morgan, but there was no way to discern the slightest hint of blush in the other man's dark face.

"You won."

Juan gave up on exploring the thickness of Morgan's face and took the initiative to change the subject.

"I remember you said that after the moon well was blown up, the elves lost their source of magic, how could they still perform magic after all these years?"

"It was a green-haired elf, probably a tree elf. It is said that the source of the Dryad's magic is not the Moon Well but the World Tree, so it is very likely that there is a World Tree hidden in this forest. ”

"Wow!"

Juan thought of the "heavy reward" promised by his fan, the "Dark Elves", and what better proof than a World Tree that this land was a reservation for the Elves.

"Can you take me in and take a video of the World Tree?"

"No, Soma doesn't allow it!"

"I'll add money!"

"It's not okay to add money, Soma will ban my hunter's license."

"He won't know, I don't say you don't say, who else will know?

"A photo! I just want a picture of the World Tree, just one! ”

"If it's just to take pictures, maybe there's another way."