"Alon!"
"Alon!"
Alon walked to the site where Qiya had been taken. There, a pale-faced, narrow-eyed man leaned against a tree, blood at the corner of his mouth, with several scratches on the front of his shirt, wounds rolled up, bleeding continuously.
"Alon, go save Qiya quickly, she's been taken by the Dark Elves."
The elves said anxiously.
Alon naturally also wanted to find Qiya quickly, but what needed to be done now was to ask clearly which direction Qiya was taken.
"Quick... hurry and save my companion."
The man weakly raised his hand, pointing in a direction: "The Dark Elves took them there."
Alon looked in the direction the man pointed, then placed his hand to his mouth and blew a loud and long whistle.
"Shh!!!"
Whoosh
A large flock of green birds and eagles flew over from the forest, circling above everyone.
Alon pointed ahead and said:
"In this direction, find Qiya!"
