The enemy of my enemy is my friend, this saying is not false at all.
Since entering the mahogany forest, Zhang Zian had repeatedly felt that he was alone. Although the elves were next to him, to be honest, the help that the elves could provide was very limited. The biggest role that famous played was nothing more than smelling. Galaxy had reminded him that the bonfire was going out, and snowy Lionet had acted as bait. That was all. Most of the things were done by him.
It was not the elves 'fault, as they were used to living in the city and not used to the forest environment. However, this Wolf elf was the complete opposite. It was a natural killer in the forest, not to mention that it led a group of North American gray wolves.
He didn't think much about it and nodded in agreement.""I'm willing to cooperate, but I have to emphasize that I'm not very poor. "
"Alright," he said.
The gray wolf nodded and raised a front paw, as if to shake hands.
