Arthur's figure had turned into a blur. Balu chased behind, panting heavily. Their Ox-Head tribe wasn't a race known for speed, but what exactly was this human's background? His speed was even faster than beastmen; perhaps he was a great swordsman.
Seeing the two of them getting further and further away, Balu gritted his teeth. If the Elves were really starting a war with the Snow Wolf tribe, it was no small matter. Kiet had gone with the Dwarves to see how to make the water pumping equipment. Balu thought for a moment, deciding it was better to turn toward the Dwarves' house to find Kiet first.
The place where the Elves and Snow Wolves were fighting was about twenty or thirty kilometers away. Eric anxiously poked his head out of Arthur's arms. Because they were running too fast, the wind blowing in his face made it impossible to open his eyes, but his ears gradually heard the sounds of combat, and the magical fluctuations around them were becoming increasingly intense.
