From then on, the vanguard of the fallen elves never appeared again, as if a huge storm was brewing quietly.
Old Liu was eager to negotiate with the two elf factions, but it wasn't as simple as just going there. Without a guide, it was impossible to proceed. It wasn't going to be easy unless they made a show of force.
A large group of elite soldiers and strong generals were holed up in the valley, unable to move. Especially Bellamy, he even brought a special technique of the Doug Tribe, the sling, hoping to compete with the Eagle-Bull people, the mixed race bandits from the underground Beamon. With the strength of the Mastiff warriors, the stones thrown by the sling were of egg size and hard. If one was a bit tender-skinned and hit by it, they would definitely have a hole in their head. But Bellamy had been sighing all the time as his wish was not fulfilled yet.
