"The Chief is right," the aide said obsequiously.
"However, speaking of which, I've never tasted Snow Elf before. I wonder if their meat gets tough from living too long," the Chief said with a lewd smile after a while.
"Heh, the Chief knows best," the aide replied, overjoyed, and hurriedly agreed.
As the two were chatting and laughing, they had barely taken a few steps when they suddenly ran into an invisible wall in the air. The leading Chief, caught off-guard, slammed into it hard, turning his nose red from the impact. He quickly bent down in pain, clutching his nose.
"What happened, Chief?" Seeing that the Chief was in trouble, the aide quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.
"Damn it, how could there be a barrier spell here? Curse these Snow Elves!" the Chief cursed angrily while reaching out his hand, but he grasped at nothing.
"Chief, there's no barrier spell here," the aide said as he stepped forward and turned to speak.
