It had been three days since crossing the border of the Elf Kingdom, and Kuboert, the Priest from the Holy Pate, still could not find the exact direction to proceed. The dense forest and complex water systems here made him dizzy. If the sun didn't steadfastly rise in the east and set in the west, this priest would still be wandering in circles.
For several days, he always felt like he was being followed. To be precise, there seemed to be multiple warriors of the Elf Clan constantly lingering around him. For this situation, Kuboert had long been mentally prepared. The only thing that displeased him was that he couldn't get any help from the elves.
"Hey! I am Kuboert, the Main Priest from the Holy Pate. Can any friend of the Elf Clan guide me in the right direction?"
This kind of shouting had not ceased since entering Salantir.
There were only some bird chirps around, with no response from the elves.
