## Chapter 372: The Hot-Tempered Elf Maiden
From the scene, it should be easy to judge that this Elf Village had just suffered an attack from the Dark Wanderer, and then because of the Dark Wanderer's death, the gathered Little People also scattered in disarray. The time elapsed definitely wouldn't be long. Why could I make such an affirmative judgment? That's because before arriving, we encountered quite a few Little People fleeing in panic.
Confronting the Elf Race outside the Village Door were the 37 Adventurers from the First Brigade's Twelfth Squad that Ku Te mentioned. At this moment, they had all drawn their Weapons. The Warriors' Swords gleamed with cold light, and the Sorceresses' Staffs emitted Magic Light in all directions. Correspondingly, the Elves had also drawn their Emerald Longbows, their cold Arrowheads pointed directly at the opponents' vital points, creating a tense Atmosphere of drawn Swords and bent Bows. If anyone on either side's hand slipped even slightly, a Battle would be unavoidable.
"What exactly happened?"
Just arriving at the village entrance, Ku Te roared with his hoarse Throat, causing my heart next to him to suddenly thump. I secretly worried if Ku Te's brute-like Voice would scare the Elves into a soft hand, causing them to shoot their Arrows. With the Temperament of Adventurers, that wouldn't be something that could be resolved with just a few words. Fortunately, these Little Elves' psychological Quality was quite good. Although startled by Ku Te, their hands didn't slip.
Seeing this, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while also glaring fiercely at Ku Te beside me. Sometimes, War is often triggered by an event so small it couldn't be smaller. Ku Te, who didn't understand what was going on, felt my fierce Gaze and that of the others, and scratched his Head, laughing foolishly. Clearly, he still didn't understand where he went wrong.
"Boss Ku Te, you're here."
The leading Adventurer, a square-faced Druid with a buzz cut, turned his Head back with a look of pleasant surprise upon hearing Ku Te's Voice. Then his Gaze shifted to my Body, and the surprise instantly turned into ecstasy. Even I could read the Meaning in that wildly imaginative Gaze: Great, even Lord Wu Fan is here. Now we can teach these Pretty Boys and smelly wenches who are getting too arrogant a lesson.
"Bastard, what are you thinking? We didn't come here to start a War with these long-eared... cough cough, Elf Race. Didn't you hear Your Excellency Wu Fan before we Departed?"
Ku Te, having received a glare here, immediately vented his anger on the Druid who had scurried over. He almost let slip a derogatory term, knowing that these long-eared... cough cough, Elves, have incredibly sharp ears.
"Boss Ku Te, Lord Wu Fan, you can't blame us. Those smelly wenches are just too unreasonable."
Hearing Ku Te say this, the square-faced Druid seemed to remember something, looking utterly exasperated. To think that they, dignified Adventurers, had ever suffered such indignity, and from the Elf Race they disliked, no less.
It turned out that Marcos, this Druid, had brought his Squad to track the Dark Wanderer to this Village. Strictly adhering to the strategic policy of this operation, he watched the Battle for a while to avoid conflict with the Elf Race. It wasn't until he was certain that with the Strength of this Elf Village, even if they won without his support, it would be a tragic victory, that he happily led his Brothers to lure the Dark Wanderer away, eliminate him, and make a fortune. Then, in Cooperation with the Village's Elf Warriors, they dispersed the remaining thousand-plus Little People. He had expected the other side to be grateful for their assistance, perhaps even getting a cup of the Elf Race's special Rum. Some had even started fantasizing about an unavoidable Love story between themselves and a charming and beautiful Elf Maiden. But the Fact that infuriated them was that not only were the Elves not grateful, they even yelled that their side was meddling, thus creating an unprecedentedly tense dispute.
Of course, as the "victim," Marcos's words about the "perpetrator" Elf Race might be somewhat biased. The Elf Race is consistently arrogant. Adventurers' Temperament isn't necessarily much better. If I fully believed the words of these old hands, then I would truly lose. However, combining his account, I still feel the fault lies more with the Elves. After all, we came to provide support, and indirectly saved the lives of many Warriors in your Village. If you could show a little gratitude, we Adventurers aren't such unreasonable people. At least it wouldn't have escalated to the current situation.
With our joining, the Quantity of Adventurers instantly doubled. Especially the appearance of five Giant Ghost Wolves full of Killing Intent caused the Little Elves in the Village to panic. Seeing the Attitude of the Human Adventurer Leader who had been confronting them, it seemed his Leader's Leader had arrived, and even brought five terrifying Mutated Ghost Wolves with unfathomable Strength. Not to mention that their side had suffered considerable Losses in the offense-defense Battle against the Little People, even if they hadn't, the outcome against the Adventurers outside was unknown.
Followed by over seventy Adventurers, I led the way to the Village entrance. My Eyes swept over the hundred-plus Elf Warriors on the Defensive Structures. Hmm, two-fifths were Class Changers, their Strength between Tier 2 and Fourth Tier. Most were the Elf Race's most common Classes: Wizards, Magic Archers, and Druids. The remaining three-fifths were Mercenaries, all Archers and Sorceresses.
Weak. With this Strength, even without Blood Bear Transformation, I could wipe out the entire Village with Light Snow and the others. Of course, that was just a thought. I didn't want to be put on the Blacklist by millions of Elves.
My Gaze fell again on an Elf standing at the very front, just like me, who seemed to be the Leader. To my surprise, she was just a little girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen. She was the youngest among all the Elf Warriors on the opposite side. Her Strength also seemed to be only at Mercenary Rank. How could such a Blond Girl become a Leader? Could she be some kind of "offspring of high officials"? Thinking this, a chill went down my spine. Vulgar, truly unbearably vulgar.
However, seeing her petite and exquisite figure with Elf Race characteristics, and her exquisite contours that, although carrying seven parts Childishness, couldn't hide the beauty that would bloom later, I couldn't help but praise. The Elf Race is indeed the Elf Race. Even a random Blond Girl is of moon-eclipsing level beauty. Looking around, among the hundred-plus Elf Warriors, not a single one wasn't a handsome man or Beauty with elegant Temperament and Grace. They truly live up to their reputation as the most noble and beautiful Race on the Continent, second only to the Mermaid Race.
Did you notice? It turns out the Elf Race also likes to play word games.
This wasn't the first Time I had seen the Elf Race. In Fact, in the past half month, I had encountered an Elf Village. They had been attacked by the Little People twice, suffering heavy Casualties among their Warriors. They could no longer hold on. I even voluntarily provided Protection for them to migrate to another Tribe. That Elf Village Chief was a good person and didn't hold prejudice just because I was Human. I even drank a lot of delicious Rum at her place. It was this experience that slightly changed my view of the Elf Race.
"You fellow, are you their Leader? Who exactly are you?"
While I was recalling, the Elf Beauty on the opposite side probably saw that I had been surveying their side with my Gaze and finally couldn't help but ask. Her Tone and Demeanor carried a hint of overbearing Arrogance and unconcealed disgust towards us.
"You fellow, are you their Leader? Who exactly are you?"
I smiled and returned her words word for word. Hmph, bullying such a self-righteous little girl is quite satisfying.
"You..."
The Elf Beauty didn't expect me to say that and was momentarily at a loss for how to react. When it came to bickering, Elves could never be the Opponent of Humans.
"Haha—"
The Adventurers on our side couldn't help but laugh upon seeing the other side's frustrated Appearance. Marcos's laughter was particularly malicious, indicating he held considerable Resentment towards this Elf Beauty.
"Despicable Humans, why did you trespass into our Elf Race's Territory without permission? You are not welcome here." Seeing that she couldn't control the situation, the Elf Beauty became anxious. A classic warning phrase, similar to a Police officer saying, "Don't move, Hands up," blurted out.
"Two hundred and fifty times."
I dug my ears and rolled my Eyes.
"This is the two hundred and fiftieth Time I've heard you say that. Isn't the Elf Race known as the Race of art? How come you only know how to say this one sentence? At least change it up a bit, okay?"
"For despicable Humans like you, this one sentence is enough," the Elf Beauty refuted coldly. Her Eloquence was decent.
"But you've already said four sentences to me now. Could it be you're interested in me?" Shrugging my Shoulders, I smiled and flicked the Bangs from my forehead in a dramatic style.
"Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a Legend."
"You... what did you say? How could I possibly like a Human like you? Dreaming! You Humans are indeed all birds of a feather. You're not good people!!" The Elf Beauty's Complexion changed, instantly showing signs of going crazy. Even the Elf Warriors beside her showed angry looks.
"Bad Guy, Pervert. How dare you tease other girls right in front of me!"
Suddenly, I was pinched from behind. That charming Voice that makes a man's whole Body go soft except for one spot, I knew without turning around that it was that Little Fox acting up. Geez, don't you understand humor? And speaking of which, why can't I tease other girls in front of you?
However, being interrupted by the Little Fox also made me realize that I was here for a friendly visit. How could I provoke the other side first? I wasn't representing just myself now, but the entire Adventurer's Guild. Keep that in mind!!
Thinking this, I straightened my Complexion, but suddenly noticed the Meaning of her previous sentence.
"What do you mean by that?" My Complexion instantly darkened.
"What else could it mean? Ask those Big Perverts next to you," the Elf Beauty cursed angrily, pointing her finger boldly straight at Marcos next to me.
"What's going on?"
Ku Te and I, with dark faces, cast our Gaze onto Marcos. He immediately shrunk back and smiled awkwardly.
"You can't blame me for this. Think about it, we rushed over after much hardship to support the Elf Race, but all we got was a cold shoulder from them. So we..."
"So you what?" Ku Te and I pressed in unison.
"It wasn't much, just whistled at them," Marcos's Body seemed to shrink a bit.
"Really, only whistling?"
At my signal, Light Snow gently bared her bone-white Tusks, as long as Daggers, towards Marcos.
"Uh... added a few teasing remarks."
Seeing Light Snow 's shiny Teeth, Marcos couldn't help but tremble. Like a deflated ball, he meekly added the sentence.