Three days had passed since crossing the border of the Elf Kingdom, and Kuboert, the Priest of Pate, still couldn't find the correct direction to proceed. The dense forests and complex network of waterways here left him dizzy. If not for the sun's steadfast eastward rise and westward setting, this Priest might have just spun in circles on the spot.
In the past few days, he always felt like he was being tracked. More precisely, it seemed like there were several Elf Clan warriors constantly lingering around him. Kuboert had already been mentally prepared for such a situation. The only thing that displeased him was that he never received any help from the elves.
"Hey! I am Kuboert, the Main Priest from the Holy Pate, can any friend from the Elf Clan point me in the right direction?"
Such calls had not ceased since entering Salantir.
All around, there was only the sound of birds chirping, with no response from the elves.
