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With a chorus of cheers, countless figures dressed in hemp robes and wooden armor, wielding wooden swords and magic wands, emerged from all directions of the forest.
The Goblin High Priest, Gululu, was startled by these excited cries.
He raised his head, and upon clearly seeing those tall figures, he immediately exclaimed,
"Elves?!"
By the Winter and Hunting God, where did so many elves emerge from in the Elf Forest?!
Hadn't they already migrated everywhere?
Gululu instinctively wanted to run.
*For no other reason, this had been a long-standing belief for centuries; even if the Elf Clan had declined, an average elf still possessed strength above black iron.*
*And he, a mere little goblin, even if he had encountered a lucky break and become a priest, could never handle dozens or even hundreds of elves.*
However, the thought of fleeing was quickly extinguished by himself.
"Hmm? Something's not right..."
Gululu's heart skipped a beat.