The Holy Land of the elves.
The bird's nest of the divine Tree.
Elves of different appearances flapped their wings and soared in the sky, occasionally sizing up the outsiders.
Su Hao counted carefully. There were five types of sprites in total.
The waterswamp bird.
Flame bird.
The sharp gold bird.
The Greenwood bird.
Rock - armored bird.
All of them were special sprites born with extraordinary abilities. There were hundreds of them at a glance, and ...
"There are at least five of them, the ones we've seen so far."
"Five?"
The two Heavenly Kings beside him couldn't directly judge the strength of the elves from their appearance, but they could vaguely sense that there were many powerful elves that shouldn't be provoked. When they heard this, they sucked in cold breaths.
"Why did such a powerful elven force bring us here? Don't tell me you want to kill us?"
