"Lord, you have arrived."
When they got closer, Old Half-Elf Tribe Leader Gunner Santons, with wrinkles all over his face, looked a bit scared but also relieved. He pointed to a place not far away and said, "Fortunately, our tribe's warehouses are built outside the village, so they were not affected by the fire.
Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Shielding his eyes from the slightly dazzling sunlight above his head, Leo Ray followed the direction of Gunner Santons's finger. He found the warehouses located in between lush farmland and a fenced breeding ground.
It seemed that was where the Half-Elf Tribe's warehouses were.
Leo Ray nodded slightly, squinted his eyes, and continued looking around. The smoke gradually dissipated after the fire was extinguished, and the situation inside the barrier had returned to normal.
Under the two suns, large and small, the distant mountains and green trees were lush, and the nearby farmland and rivers flowed gently.
