Chapter 129: A Few Drops of Blood is the Death of a Country's Tears, Half Moon Symbolizes the Old Minister's Heart_2

Upon hearing what the innkeeper said, Nedved immediately drew his longbow, stringing an arrow in anticipation of the Dark Elf.

"Dark Elves are wicked and brutal, but it wouldn't hurt to prioritize saving these Goliaths first," Ruona echoed.

Liu was slightly hesitant, and the battle between the Harpies and the Dark Elves took another odd turn. The flying Harpies, helpless against this Dark Elf, swiftly broke off into a group of five. With a strident screech, they threw their spears at the crouched diminutive natives; dull thuds echoed as multiple natives fell to the ground. A native woman on the outskirts of the crowd, cradling an infant, was hit by a spear in the shoulder; unable to hold on, she let the swaddled child slip from her grasp. A Harpy rushed in with a low swoop, stirring up a gust of wind, grabbed the animal-skin-wrapped swaddle, swiftly ascended, and flung the crying baby into the sky.