Quintina began to gulp down the wine.
Xue An sat in a chair, watching the elves below frolicking and cavorting.
His two daughters were already playing madly with Isabella.
The warm and joyful scene made Xue An break into a smile.
He had encountered the elf race during his travels across The Multiverse Realms years ago.
At that time, he had taken a liking to this kind-hearted race that loved peace and harmony, which was also why he was willing to lend a hand.
Xue An slowly drank a cup of wine, a smile appearing on his lips.
But even the kindest of races have their moments of anger.
Like now.
Outside the Elf Sanctuary.
Around an abandoned farm.
A group of dark druids was lying in wait in silence.
It had been seven to eight hours since their leader, the Druid High Priest Stukely, had entered.
The group of dark druids couldn't help but grow a little restless.
"Mage lord, why has the High Priest been inside for so long?" someone asked softly in the language of nature.
