Did this group of so-called wanderers have another identity in secret? What was their purpose in coming to the Forest of Elves?
Zhang Yuanqing watched without revealing anything as the elf chieftain interacted with the men. The elves wanted to squeeze the outsiders dry, while the outsiders had entered the Forest of Elves with ill intentions.
Neither side had pure motives.
He might as well let the dogs tear each other apart and reap the rewards himself.
After some friendly conversation, the elf chieftain looked around the settlement and called out loudly:
"People of the tribe, bring out the finest wine and food to welcome our guests from afar."
The elves responded with a roar of approval and hurried excitedly back to their wooden houses. They carried out wooden tables and stools, laid out wine and fruit, built bonfires by the lake, and began roasting meat and fish.
The entire tribe instantly became busy. Even the young children ran back and forth carrying food and fruit.
Alice's mother ladled meat stew into clean wooden bowls and carried them out with a blooming smile, offering the visiting "warriors" something to fill their stomachs.
The elves showed no stinginess with their food. After all, if you wanted the horses to run, you had to feed them grass.
At dusk, the setting sun was crimson as blood.
The clear lake was dyed with magnificent golden clouds, while the forest took on a layer of gold and red that reflected the evening glow in the sky. It was as beautiful as an oil painting.
The bonfires blazed. The men sat at the tables, drinking the elves' national wine, tearing into roasted meat, and occasionally taking a mouthful of salty, spicy meat stew.
Some elves ate alongside them, some carried fruit and meat between the