After bypassing the Elf Reservation, Juan and his group set up camp on a lawn covered with beautiful white flowers at the foot of New Kilimanjaro.

The dwarf Thorin took a shovel and began to dig a drainage ditch. His movements were very professional, and it was clear from the first glance that he had received special training in the army.

The halfling Frodo, after cooking everyone a delicious dinner in a wok, washed the pot and put it on the roof of the car, changing it into a radar antenna.

Before having dinner, Juan modified the audio of his previous conversation with Morgan and adjusted the tone to sound like a robot reading a manuscript.

Then he gave the audio a name: "Fictional Story, the Legendary Elf Reservation".

And he noted in the introduction: "Adapted from folk rumors, the authenticity cannot be verified", and then uploaded it to the online platform, waiting for review.

Nothing happened all night.

The next day, Juan saw that the audio "Fictional Stories, Legendary Elf Reservation" had passed the platform review, but was classified by the platform into the column of folk myths and legends.

He saw that someone had already commented on this audio.

Juan saw the names of several familiar netizens including "Dark Elf". These people should have followed him, otherwise they would not have been able to find the audio and leave messages so quickly.

Juan thought proudly, these are loyal fans.

He thought, maybe there are more than just these few fans.

After all, some netizens' names are too complicated to remember, while others are just a long series of numbers. Even if they rewarded them, there is no way for Juan to remember them.

Regarding the comments on this audio, most netizens said: This is a good story.

"The imagination is very rich, bloggers may consider writing novels."

"Hahaha, if I hadn't known that the elves surrendered unconditionally, I would have believed it."

"Long live mankind. In front of the hydrogen bomb Great Ivan, all magic is rubbish. Of course, the premise is that there is real magic, hahaha."

…

But there are a few people who think this is true.

Juan saw the message from "Dark Elf": "I believe this is not a legend, and I am willing to offer a large reward for evidence."

The word "heavy money" made Juan a little excited.

But looking at the Elf Reservation from the foot of the mountain, Juan found that he could not find any evidence from it.

There are no signboards, no boundary markers, and no high-voltage power grid, just an ordinary forest.

Regardless of taking photos or videos, there is no way to prove that it is an elf reserve.

Juan felt a little depressed, like a cat looking at a big fish in a pond but unable to catch it.

But this situation did not last long. The blue sky, the snow-capped summit of New Kilimanjaro, and the fresh air made Juan quickly forget his worries.

In the evening, Frodo, who was monitoring the radar, discovered the target they were waiting for.

"It's coming! It's coming! Directly over the forest in the south!"

Juan immediately put the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile on his shoulder and put the small black dot flying slowly in the sunset into the scope.

The gryphon in the lens is so energetic.

Its eyes were bright, its wings were flapping powerfully, and its raised tail was swinging up and down, without any trace of injury.

"How is it possible? What about its injuries?"

Surprised, Juan even forgot to lock it and watched helplessly as the gryphon landed and disappeared into the shade of the trees.

"Morgan, did you see it?! Its eyes and tail! This is impossible! I clearly remember...ah, I understand, this is another gryphon, not the one we hunted before."

"No, it's that griffon." Morgan said seriously.

"Here you go again, here you go again." Juan put down the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile, "Your serious nonsense is getting worse and worse. Even a blind person can see it. These are not scars from being beaten by us."

The tired griffin."

"It flies again! The target appears again!" Frodo warned loudly.

Juan quickly loaded up the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile. This time he did not hesitate and locked it directly after taking aim.

But in the camera lens, the elf on the back of the griffin, with green hair blowing in the wind, made Juan afraid to pull the trigger.

He released the lock and put down the SA-7 man-portable air defense missile.

"Did you see it, Morgan? It's completely different from the wild griffon we shot. It has an owner."

"No, that's the gryphon. There is no second gryphon around here. According to the villagers' reports..."

"But the villagers won't know there's a domesticated one on the Elf Reservation!"

"Based on my many years of hunting experience, I can be sure that it is the gryphon!"

"That's enough, Morgan, that's enough. I'm tired of your serious nonsense."

"boom!"

Morgan pulled the trigger of the Winchester shotgun and fired the bullet into the green grass covered with small white flowers.

Almost instantly, or in other words, the moment the gunshots reached the sky above the forest.

Juan, who used his brain chip to adjust his sight distance, saw that the gryphon carrying the elf suddenly closed its eyes and turned its head to the left, reflexively avoiding the bullet.

The gryphon's violent and sudden move almost threw off the green-haired elf holding its neck on its back.

"Hell, that's not scientific!"

Watching the griffon land again and disappear into the woods, Juan turned to look at Morgan blankly and murmured, "Does the griffon have a strong regeneration ability?"

"No, griffins do not have this ability, but elves have magic, life magic. There is no other explanation."

Juan took a long breath: "It's really magic?!"

"I told you yesterday."

"I thought that was just your bullshit."

"You are biased against me. How can an honest and serious person like me talk nonsense?"

"..."

Juan opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He looked straight at Morgan, but he couldn't see the slightest trace of blushing on his dark face.

"you win."

Juan gave up exploring Morgan's thick skin and took the initiative to change the topic.

"I remember you said that after the Moon Well was bombed, the elves lost their source of magic. How can they still cast magic after so many years?"

"That is an elf with green hair, it should be a tree elf. It is said that the source of the tree elf's magic power is not the moon well but the world tree, so there is probably a world tree hidden in this forest."

"Wow!"

Suddenly Huan thought of the "heavy reward" promised by the fan "Dark Elf". What better proof than a World Tree that this land is the reserve of elves.

"Can you take me in to take a video of the World Tree?"

"No, Soma doesn't allow it!"

"I'll add money!"

"It doesn't matter if I pay more, Soma will cancel my hunter's license."

"He won't know. If I don't tell you and you don't tell, who else will know?

"A photo! I just want a photo of World Tree, just one!"

"If you just want to take pictures, there might be another way."


Chapter completed!