When Black Stone saw the slowly disappearing elf corpses on the ground, he knew something was amiss.
And when those faint shouts from outside reached him, his complexion finally changed.
"Damn it! We might have been exposed!"
At the same time, a thread of doubt welled up in his mind.
Where... where did the problem arise?
Along the way, the Half-Beast Priest had already erased their tracks, so how could the elves know their whereabouts?
And since when did these straight-laced, long-eared fellows start using schemes?
Up until now, Black Stone still couldn't believe that these haughty elves would actually disguise themselves as the Half-Beasts they despised the most and deceitfully blend in among them, directly killing the Priest!
This didn't seem like something elves would come up with, instead, it's more like those cunning humans!
But at this moment, he couldn't afford to care about that anymore.
