Chapter 102: The Conspiracy from Chaos Will Devour Everyone

In the depths of Mist Forest, in the nest of the Dark Night Elves, inside a low, animal-hide tent.

There sat an old Priest, his eyes covered with a black cloth, cross-legged among a group of Dark Night Elves, chanting incomprehensible spells.

The ornaments hanging on his robe, like wind chimes, made a tinkling sound as he moved slightly, the strange melody seemingly accompanying his spell.

It was then that he suddenly raised his head, directing his obscured vision toward the direction of the human stronghold. He twitched his nose as if smelling an unpleasant odor, his sparse eyebrows gradually twisting into a knotted rope.

After a long while,

the Priest said in a hoarse voice,

"It is Chaos..."

Chaos!

At the instant the word was heard, there was a stir among the Dark Night Elves in the tent, with a variety of expressions on their faces; some shocked, some fearful, and some expressionless.