Those were some Elf statues all maintaining a running posture, their faces filled with ferocity, shattered on the ground.
The statues were lifelike, the craftsmanship of the sculptor exceptionally strong, as if these statues were alive not long ago.
"What happened here?"
"It shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?"
She remained silent, not probing further, then continued forward.
After retreating for quite a while, Teresa finally encountered the guards, but they didn't intend to capture her.
In fact, these people seemed incapable of doing anything.
The several exhausted Dark Elf guards lay painfully unconscious on the ground.
Their bodies seemed to have been cruelly snapped, all bones broken, tendons severed, laying limp on the ground, barely breathing.
The surrounding ground was also a scene of devastation, as if ravaged by some giant beast or whipped.
