At the southwest border of Maple Leaf Territory, a group of people dressed as merchants escorted more than a dozen fully loaded carriages and hurried toward the Elf Forest.
Along the way, some players left the group from time to time, took out their weapons, and volunteered to cover the rear.
They were the players who cheated the major black market merchants in Maple Leaf City.
In addition to those who couldn't wait to commit suicide on the spot, there were nearly a hundred people escorting the rescued NPCs back.
Of course, this number was still decreasing gradually.
This was because … the black market merchants had discovered their whereabouts and were chasing after the players. They had to leave some people behind to buy time so that the main group could continue to move forward with the native NPCs who were a burden.
At the front of the group.
Cuckoo Bird glanced at the location on the small map and frowned slightly.
"Didn't we say we'd just teleport over to take a look? Why did we lure the enemy over?"
On the other side, Fried Tomato's expression was also not very good.
It was the members of the 1st Legion who exposed the whole group, and he was the one who ordered them to go back and take a look.
As the guild leader of the 1st Legion, he had to take the blame.
Fried Tomato was silent for a moment and said gloomily, "I emphasized that.
"I've already emphasized it. I even specifically instructed that brother to change his disguise when he returned. I even asked him to send his magical beast over first to see if it was safe. If the magical beast was fine, he could send it back to take a look and leave after checking it out …"
"But … those NPCs are too cunning. Who knew that they had been lying in ambush near the teleportation array and let go of the Magic Beast that was teleported there in advance, just in case someone went back and caught them in the act …"
Cuckoo Bird heard this and sighed helplessly.
"Sigh … We still underestimated the NPCs."
"Don't worry, don't worry. I've already notified Li Mu and asked them to hurry and bring Merril and Ayr to support us. Moreover, we saved so many elves this time. Maybe Zero and Alice will come too. We just need to hold on, and we'll be able to go back smoothly. "
On the other side, Salty Meow encouraged everyone.
"The main reason is that there are too many people in the carriages, and the carriages are too slow. If we untie those elven NPCs and let them run with us, our speed should increase a lot. This carriage can't even run as fast as us! "
On the carriage, Gourd, who was pretending to be the coachman with a whip, said.
"Then you have to gain the trust of the NPCs first. These Elves and Half-Elves have completely treated us as slave traders."
Salty Meow shook his head helplessly.
"So what? Take off our disguises and transform into elves to negotiate with them! Although we've been using our human appearances in order to prevent our identities from being exposed, it's no longer necessary! "
The gourd added.
Upon hearing this, Salty Meow became even more depressed.
"It would be great if that was the case. I went there just now, but those NPCs didn't believe that we were here to save them. Even if I returned to my original appearance and told them about the goddess, they still wouldn't believe me … "
Hearing her words, everyone was speechless.
This was a very embarrassing matter.
They were supposed to be saving an elf NPC, but these guys didn't believe in their identities!
Of course, he had to take the blame for the first impression.
One had to know that in order to strike a deal with the black market merchants, players often played dirty tricks or pretended to be slave traders during transactions.
At that time, all kinds of shameless behavior were completely unscrupulous, not to mention the greedy and ignorant look when looting equipment. At that time … the elven NPCs who were still controlled by humans were often seen.
More importantly, there were elven NPCs who had seen players pretending to enslave elves in order to gain the trust of slave traders!
Demacia's maneuver wasn't rare among the players.
In order to gain the trust of the black market merchants, in order to have a chance to loot equipment, it was normal for players to massage their backs and shoulders. There were even people who licked their shoes!
That's right, it was referring to Demacia's despicable behavior. Even the players wanted to beat him up when they saw him, let alone the native elves.
It could be said that in order to gain the trust of the slave traders, the players neglected the trust of the elves.
The elves were still very united.
The players rescued them and stuffed them into the carriages due to the lack of time. When the elves gathered to communicate, the players' image was established in their eyes.
It could be said that … the first impression the players gave them was that they were a group of slave traders who enslaved elves, insulted elves' character, and came from the south.
After all … how could real elves do that?
Moreover, even if the players gradually learned how to pretend to be elegant elves, in front of real elves, there were still loopholes …
No matter how much they pretended, there was no way they could pretend in front of real elves, and there was no way they could imitate the prideful and arrogant temperament of the elves.
Therefore … the more they revealed their true identities, even if they removed their disguises, these stubborn elves still didn't believe them.
These captured elves had seen all kinds of methods of humans and had long become frightened birds. They were suspicious and vigilant of everything.
That was very awkward …
Most importantly, the gamers wouldn't be able to prove their identities.
They couldn't show the power of faith like priests, and they couldn't use the power of the goddess like the god's chosen ones. They had reached a dead end.
This kind of reality made many players so depressed that they almost vomited blood.
Of course, if they were given time to slowly explain, they should be able to gradually gain the elves' recognition.
Time would reveal a person's heart!
But who knew that the human forces would come after them, and there was no time for the players to have a deep conversation with the native elves …
Just as they were feeling depressed, Boxed Lunch, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke.
"Untie them and give them weapons."
"Untie them and give them weapons?"
Fried Tomato frowned.
"We haven't gained the trust of these native elves. Previously, someone released them after rescuing them, but they ran away. It took a lot of effort to capture them …"
"Our mission is to send them back to the Elven Forest. If they run away, how can we complete the mission? "
"Moreover, what if the native elves are muddle-headed and turn back to the slave traders? These elven NPCs are our mission targets! "
"At least … we have to gain their trust before we untie them."
Boxed Lunch repeated, "Untie them and give them weapons.
"Untie them and give them weapons."
But after saying that, he added another sentence.
"This is our chance to prove ourselves."
Fried Tomato wanted to say something, but Calabash seemed to have thought of something, and its eyes lit up.
"That's right! Untie the native elves and give them weapons! "
"Since they don't trust us, we should first show them that we trust them. Since they don't believe that we're saving them, then … they should believe that we're protecting them with our lives, right? "
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