Nightmare! It really was a nightmare!
Lin Qi stood on the mountain path, dressed in a crude hunter's outfit, an ordinary hunting bow on his back and two quivers of feathered arrows slung theatrically over his shoulder. He raised his head and sighed at the heavens, shaking his head again and again in speechless despair. Ever since the Black Spirit Empire and the elves' joint fleet had set out, everything along the way had truly been like a nightmare.
How should one even describe those elves? Sometimes Lin Qi truly wanted to kill every elf below Empress Green Moon, just so those hypocritical, affected long-ears would stop swaying back and forth in front of him and offending his eyes.
Sailing across the vast sea, Lin Qi's plan had been for the joint fleet to rush to the Western Continent at top speed. But the elves did not see it that way. Though they traveled at their fastest pace, they stopped sailing five times every day!
Every morning, the elves stopped their ships. The two hundred elves aboard each warship gathered on deck to admire the beautiful eastern sunrise, then lifted their faces to the sky and sang a song. Any elf with a literary bent would even compose a lengthy poem on the spot, praising beautiful nature, the majestic sea, and the wonder and eternity of life. Then they drank a little elf-brewed wine and ate two pieces of fruit for breakfast.
Every noon, the elves stopped their ships again and gathered on deck to breathe in the fresh sea air to their hearts' content. They had set up small teleportation arrays in their cabins, so fresh milk and freshly churned cream could be teleported over at any time. They used water magic to scoop enormous deep-sea lobsters from the