Suddenly, a commotion came from outside the wooden house.

An elf ran in panting.

"Prince Hilf! Something big happened!"

Hilf's face showed a hint of inexplicable shame and annoyed, and was disturbed while communicating with the god he respected the most!

But he said softly: "What happened?"

"We found traces of the Winter Python on the edge of the tribe!"

Hilf's cherry lips opened slightly, and a trace of tension subconsciously flashed in her beautiful eyes.

As powerful second-level creatures, the Winter Giant Python often symbolizes disaster for these low-level elves!

Even though their tribe has been reborn with the help of great gods, this fear that comes from instinct cannot be avoided.

The staff in his hand emitted a gentle aura, which relieved Hilf a lot.
Chapter completed!