Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 372 The Strongest Has Arrived

"Where...is this?"

When they regained consciousness, the three elves were still somewhat disoriented. After all, in their memories, they were fighting against the Demon King who controlled the army of the undead—and they clearly remembered that, thanks to the desperate efforts of their teammates, their strongest member, the elven warrior carrying two swords, had already plunged the blades into the Demon King's neck.

But why would they suddenly appear here?

What place is this?
"The environment here is quite ominous, and an evil aura permeates the air."

Of the three elves, the priest in the white robe immediately frowned.

"Desire mingles with destruction, conspiracy is intertwined with tyranny... Ancestors above, where have we arrived?"

"It might be some kind of teleportation spell."

Beside the pastor, the mage, leaning on a long staff and wearing a magnificent robe, also looked rather grim.

"It might be the Demon King's backup plan, activated before he died... No, judging from the Demon King's control over the undead, it wouldn't be surprising if he transformed himself into an undead."

At this point, the monk sighed.

"So it seems that the reason we were able to come into contact with the Demon King was probably because the Demon King deliberately let us pass... The current situation should mean that the Demon King is going to wipe us out in one fell swoop."

"It doesn't matter. Since the Demon King wants to trap us in this strange world, we'll just break through it."

Among the three elves, the one in the lead, the elf warrior carrying two swords, turned to look at his two teammates.

Their eyes met, and they both saw the determination in each other's eyes.

They may have different ideas and different understandings of the current situation, but at least they are the same in one respect.

That is, they are all unafraid of death.

It was because of their fearless will that they stormed into the Demon King's city, and it was because of their unwavering determination that they almost killed the Demon King on the spot after a bloody battle—although now it seems that they may have fallen into the Demon King's trap.

However, even if it's a trap, it doesn't matter.

It's just another battle.

"Let's see what's around here first."

The mage raised his staff, and an invisible wave of consciousness rippled from the tip of the staff—in the elven system, this is called a mana wave, a technique of using one's own mana to create ripples and thus sense the surrounding environment.

But this spell, which should have been a simple exploration, took the elven mage by surprise.

"This...is quite extravagant!"

As the topographical map gradually took shape in his mind but remained unfinished for a long time, the elven mage took a deep breath.

"This... doesn't seem like a secret realm, this is practically an entire world! We're most likely caught in some kind of teleportation spell!"

"A teleportation spell..."

The elven priest immediately opened the holy book at his waist.

The sacred texts shone brightly, but the elven priest's brow furrowed even more.

"We can cast healing spells normally, but we can't contact our ancestors... Strange, where exactly have we been teleported to?"

"It would be good if I could cast healing spells normally."

The leader, the elven warrior carrying two swords, still maintained his usual defiant and unyielding stance.

"Anyway, according to normal thinking, as long as we can defeat the evil here, we will definitely be able to figure something out."

Thus, the three elves quickly reached an agreement.

To avoid alerting the enemy, the mage among the three elves immediately cast an illusion spell, a spell tailored to the residents of the nearby village. The illusion not only concealed their long ears but also made their clothes look exactly like those of the locals.

"Their ears... are a little strange."

The elven warrior was curious about the figures displayed by the illusion. "Their physical structure seems more suited to combat than ours, but their perception of magic is clearly inferior... Is this another race?"

"It seems so, but they may not necessarily have good intentions."

It was at this moment that the monk added a sentence.

“Be careful, my magic senses something bad in these locals… conspiracy, desire, destruction, tyranny, evil are intertwined in them, they are simply born with evil blood.”

"Not only that, but the land itself is rife with evil."

The elven priest still had that furrowed brow.

“We may have entered a real demon's lair. For safety reasons, we should avoid conflict with them for the time being. Otherwise, if the demon army surrounds us, we may be in serious trouble.”

This is the experience gained from countless battles. Although there are only three elves, each of them has fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. If they didn't even have this much skill, they wouldn't be able to fight against the Demon King's army of skeletons.

Their infiltration was almost silent; the nearby villages didn't even notice that outsiders had entered.

But just because the villagers didn't find it doesn't mean they didn't find anything else.

"You are from outside the city, right?"

Just as these three elves were about to investigate, a wooden figure blocked their way.

"Just arrived here?"

"us……"

Just as the leading elven warrior was about to instinctively press down on the hilt of his sword, the priest beside him grabbed his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, the mage among the three elves stepped forward.

“We are locals.”

The monk spoke fluent local dialect as soon as he opened his mouth, and no one would have guessed that he had just learned it from the villagers.

"What do you want?"

"A local? Seriously?"

The wooden figure in front of him shook its head repeatedly.

“I know everyone here, but I’ve never seen any of you before… You must be from out of town. What are you doing here?”

"We're from the next village."

The monk answered fluently.

"We came here mainly to visit relatives, so we were just passing through..."

"That can't be."

The wooden figure shook its head again.

“Even in the next village, I know everyone… Don’t think about it anymore. There’s no one on this land that I don’t know. You must be outsiders, and you don’t even belong to this land.”

At this point, the wooden figure raised its head.

"But that's not important. Whatever you're here for, just don't cause trouble... Here, this is your identification."

As they spoke, three roots fell into the hands of the three elves and solidified into a wooden plaque.

"With this, wherever you go, as long as you can find a place with wooden figures, you can prove your identity."

"Welcome to this land."

(End of this chapter)