A quarter of an hour later, Lin Qi rendezvoused with the others. Without wasting time on words, he led them swiftly toward the location Bilibili had scouted out. Less than a quarter of an hour later, they arrived in a stretch of mountain forest dozens of li away. Dozens of bonfires burned there, surrounded by large numbers of elves clad in splendid armor, standing silently beside the flames.
"I absolutely will not go with you to that damned city!" Moon Dragon lay sprawled atop a smooth boulder, rolling his eyes at several elderly elves beside him. "I followed that brat called A'lv out here to have some fun, not to get stabbed by weapons!"
He raised the hind leg that Long Cheng had grievously wounded with a spear, whimpering piteously. "Look, look! I'm not my original body—that fool who fell long ago. I'm only a pitiful newborn body! My body is so frail, and my strength hasn't recovered one tiny bit, yet they actually used such vile weapons to seriously injure me!"
"But, Lord Moon Dragon!" said an elder Wood Elf in a low voice. "Isn't Prince A'lv your friend?"
Moon Dragon proudly lifted his head. "Friend? That fellow A'lv? Forget it, he isn't my friend at all. You should know that my original body was the mount of the Goddess of Hunting. With a status as lofty as mine, only the ancestors of your Wood Elf race are qualified to be my friends! As for A'lv, he's merely my little playmate!"
The Wood Elf elder gave an awkward laugh and bowed slightly. "Since he is your playmate, could you not use just a little of your strength?"
Moon Dragon fell silent. After a while, he let out a heavy sigh. "My strength has yet to recover. If you want