Chapter 663 Arrival Of The Four-Eared Elves (2)

Chapter 663 Arrival Of The Four-Eared Elves (2)

?663 Arrival Of The Four-Eared Elves (2)

What kind of scene was this? Were humans now living alongside these terrifying beasts?

Everyone else present had similar thoughts passing through their minds.

"What's happening?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind him, breaking him out of his daze.

Leif snapped his head backwards. "Princess,'" he said, immediately rushing towards her position.

"It's dangerous to be out here with the Patriarch. We have already determined that the Patriarch has given us the wrong coordinates, so we must get out of here as fast as possible. Meanwhile, you and the Prince should get back into the boat and hide safely with the Patriarch," Leif hurriedly added.

It seemed that the people or beasts living within this fortress had taken their arrival as though it was some kind of invasion, which Leif didn't blame them for thinking.

After all, if he woke up one morning and suddenly found out that there were hundreds of boats filled to the brim with a particular race heading towards his home, he would also think that an invasion was about to occur without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Isadora, whose eyes were immediately glued to the top of the towering wooden wall and the beasts flying about it, gulped down the air caught in her throat. She instantly nodded her head at Leif's words and followed his instructions.

However, just as she was about to turn around—

'WHO ARE YOU? IDENTIFY YOURSELVES, AND WHAT ARE YOUR REASONS HERE? YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO RESPOND OR LEAVE THIS TERRITORY!!' A loud voice resounded through the air, thundering in everyone's ears.

"Father," Isadora cried out fearfully, her expression becoming pale as she stared at the Patriarch.

"THOUGH IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFICULT FOR ME TO RECOGNIZE THIS PLACE IF I HADN'T BEEN HERE FREQUENTLY IN THE PAST FEW YEARS, HOWEVER, I HAVE TO SAY, I LOVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THE PLACE!" The Patriarch shouted.

When the Patriarch's words resounded, a sudden pin-drop silence occupied the air.

........

When Orion reached the edge of the Third Border City facing the river, he was immediately led to where the Village Chief and the others were gathered. Upon arrival, he exchanged greetings with them individually, and they reciprocated.

"You've finally arrived," the Village Chief said with a smile as he looked at Orion.

Orion nodded in response, "Yes, I came immediately after I received the information," he replied.

The Village Chief continued, "We've already found out who the invaders are," and promptly proceeded to the main point.

"Who?" Orion asked curiously.

Surveying the many boats on the river, he estimated there were tens of thousands of them.

"They look closely alike to the Caravans, but the Caravans were never this numerous when visiting the village, so we're a bit doubtful about their identity," the Village Chief responded.

"I've already sent them a message. If they don't respond in the next five minutes, then I will have the warriors forcefully drive them out of the territory."

Orion nodded in understanding. Some of the Prismerions resembled humans closely, except for the crystals on their lower bodies, which made identification easy. However, with no way to confirm whether these were the Caravans, he understood that the Village Chief wanted to avoid taking risks.

Moreover, he had heard the Village Chief's resolute words on his way up to the top of the towering walls, so he waited patiently for their reply.

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed through the air.

Orion furrowed his brows at the words before turning to the Village Chief. Witnessing the surprise on the Chief's face, he sighed inwardly.

From the words he had just heard and the Chief's expression, he deduced that the people on the boat before him were indeed the Caravans.