September 10th.
Morning.
Underworld.
Dry, windless.
Scorching lava rivers, spewing bubble after bubble.
The pungent smell of sulfur, continuously spreading to the surroundings.
A Zhuoer Elf transport team, gracefully crossing over the lava rivers.
Zhuoer Elf Guards, vigilantly looking around, ensuring there were no dangers before continuing to follow the team and disappearing from this place.
Several guards watched their retreating figures, feeling very irked as they returned to their posts.
While the other Zhuoer Elves were out capturing prey and seeking fortune, they were left to rot here.
"Who would come to attack us?"
Nearly every Zhuoer Elven Sentry harbored a similar thought.
This specially cleared path was so devoid of even prey to amuse themselves with that they found few creatures.
However, surprises often come unexpectedly.
More than ten tall figures, silently leapt out of the darkness, swiftly slashing their throats with utmost decisiveness.
