The five elves each charged toward an opponent.
Andres chose none other than the Blood Elf Male leading the Beastmen.
"Andres, don't be in such a hurry. If you want the Sacred Tree Fruit, there's no need for us to fight."
A faint smile rested on the Blood Elf Male's face as he rapidly retreated into the distance.
Andres pursued him closely and asked in confusion, "What are you trying to say?"
One in front and one behind, the two raced through the branches and leaves of the Sacred Tree.
The Sacred Tree was simply too enormous, its foliage too dense. Before long, Andres could no longer see the other eight.
"If you want the Sacred Tree Fruit, it's simple. Join our Beastmen, and you'll get a share of these three Sacred Tree Fruits," the Blood Elf Male said.
"Join you?" Andres finally understood. The other party wanted to recruit him.
Still, it was hardly surprising. The strength he had displayed was indeed worth recruiting.
"I killed Resior of the Noah Continent. You still want to recruit me?" Andres asked.
"Resior?"
The Blood Elf Male paused blankly before remembering something. He said indifferently, "Oh, that one from the Noah Continent. He was merely part of a minor Beastmen branch, utterly insignificant. Honestly, if I hadn't looked into your background, I wouldn't even have known such a person existed."
"You can rest assured. Once you join us, killing Resior will amount to nothing. One thing Beastmen do better than elves is that strength speaks for everything. With your strength and potential, you'll definitely receive the best training. Even descendants of prominent Beastmen families won't hold a higher status than you. If they dare provoke you, you can kill them."
As he said this, a meaningful smile appeared on the Blood Elf