The most frustrated of all was Aimier. Ever since leaving the Chimera Tribe, her brows had never relaxed. From time to time, her gaze swept over Li Ziran, and her curiosity over what he had done in the Chimera Tribe only deepened.
Li Ziran, on the other hand, was much quieter.
Fishing required patience. A woman like this needed to be simmered slowly.
Their second stop was the Horned Eagle Tribe, the exclusive mounts of Elven archers. They had built a formidable aerial legion for the Elves and could be considered the second-largest tribe after the Elves themselves.
They were completely different from the Chimeras. They lived upon the cliffs of the rainforest's only mountain range. To teach their young to fly, the Horned Eagles made their offspring plunge from the cliffs shortly after they were born.
There was no doubt that many died or were injured, but those who survived were the elite of the race.
This was undoubtedly a proud and competitive race. They produced very few Magic Organs and had earned the Elves' respect almost entirely through their enduring flight capabilities.
In a world ruled by the Elemental Tide, those who could gain status through ordinary organs alone were few and far between.
Most Horned Eagles remained eagle-shaped. Only when receiving guests did they take on a half-human, half-eagle form. They were somewhat similar to the Howling Banshees in the Dungeon, yet they were entirely different races.
Howling Banshees were masters of soul attacks.
With half an hour left before they reached the Horned Eagle Tribe, the Chimera's flying speed began to decline. Li Ziran deliberately restrained the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine around him.
It was already deep into the night. Judging by Aimier's habits, she seemed to be more sensitive to the scent of lilies.
Perhaps