Lung Perforation

Elven Pilgrimage had been a baffling subject to the living beings of the Red Soil Continent since ancient times. No one understood why these darlings of the Elemental Tide set out from the rainforest, crossed the Rhine Grassland and the Great Wasteland, and entered Despair Forest.

That tender flesh dripping with rich oil could make a Slave-Catching Group instantly wealthy with just one casual bite.

But wealth and danger went hand in hand. The vast migration army would crush everything along its path to pieces.

At this moment, the endless Elven army was advancing rapidly. The relentless journey had left them groaning in misery, while the scorching tide over the Wasteland constantly wrung the moisture from beneath their delicate skin.

The Hippogriffs had no choice but to fly lower. The enormous Chimeras drew in the scales across their bodies, while even the Unicorns constantly rubbed their hooves, doing all they could to reduce their body heat.

Yet not a single one slowed down. Despair Forest.

They had to arrive at Despair Forest at the instant it became still.

The Elves did their best to suppress emotional fluctuations. Any emotion could make them lose control and absorb too much of the Wasteland's dry tidal currents, which would tear away the scant moisture within their bodies.

But now, nearly thirty thousand Elves had no choice but to stare wide-eyed, their faces full of astonishment.

A frog.

A Giant Frog wreathed in fire, constantly vomiting luminous flames, was rolling through the air. Amid its chaotic croaks, streams of scorching light poured forth.

Boom!

The mountain-sized Giant Frog crashed straight into the ground. Like a comet striking land, it unleashed a thunderous roar, and the dust it kicked up swept through the pilgrimage party like a hurricane, tossing them into complete disarray.

The Elves