After Milanla and the other three returned to the camp, they had been waiting for the other two to return.
But by dawn, the other two were still nowhere to be seen.
Lu Qiao sighed, "They probably aren't coming back."
Parado walked to a tree, placed his right hand over his heart, closed his eyes, seemingly mourning for his tribesmen.
The two elves who didn't return were from his tribe.
Parado didn't blame Milanla and the others, as he knew the situation inside was completely uncontrollable.
It was already quite a feat that four of them managed to return; he couldn't ask for more.
"There are many altars in the Lime Mountain Range, and each altar is guarded by a wizard. Various demons are also scattered throughout the mountains in great numbers," Milanla reported the intelligence information she had gathered.
Lu Qiao nodded, "Mm, you being able to destroy an altar is quite an achievement. With one less altar, over time, there will be far fewer demons."
