At dusk, after eliminating a group of Chaotic Great Horned Beasts, Fang Zhou and his team proceeded east along a muddy path for about two kilometers, guided by Miliou, Liu Diewu's contracted Flower Elf.
A murky creek flowed under a simple wooden bridge. Looking upstream, they could faintly make out the silhouettes of several tents.
The Flower Elf guide, Miliou, circled excitedly around Liu Diewu. Pointing ahead, she said, "That's right! The terrain here hasn't changed much. The camp up ahead belongs to our allies, the Forest Centaurs. They're also the most loyal protectors of the Queen's Tribe."
A hint of joy appeared on Fang Zhou's face. For a group that had been trekking through the forest for days on end, the sight of civilization was a welcome one.
"Should we head over now?" Zhang Wu suggested.
Gu Yueyuan glanced toward the camp, then turned his head with a look of suspicion. "Something seems wrong. Why can't I see the light of any bonfires? Don't they feel the cold?"
