"This elf maiden is only a little over a hundred years old, which in human years is the flower of youth. We hope you will not miss this opportunity," the auctioneer was still tirelessly introducing.
The lifespan of elves generally spans around a thousand years, and those with higher-grade elf bloodlines might live even longer.
The elf maiden didn't seem to understand the language here, but she knew what was happening and what lay ahead for her, her eyes full of tears and despair.
This pitiful appearance only piqued the interest of the people below even more.
When Herag saw the elf maiden, he suddenly sat up straight.
He had a very peculiar feeling, one cast by the Great Dark Heaven's instinctive response to bloodlines.
In Herag's perception, the bloodline of this elf maiden was extremely potent, almost second only to the Thunder God Ancestral Bloodline.
"How could an ordinary elf possess such powerful bloodline power?" Herag pondered. "Unless she is not an ordinary elf."
