"There is no task that the Morigan family fears, Field dares to face any challenge, please speak." Knight Field replied in a low voice, without a hint of fluctuation, calm and chilling.

  "Alright, I've received the intel. The guy on the other side is not honest, he's actually planning to attack my territory in winter. Originally, it wouldn't have been possible, but now he's found a big merchant and bought enough grain. What you need to do now is to intercept the grain before it reaches his castle. This way, we can solve the food crisis in our territory and also disrupt his plans. However, this mission is far away from here, and there are no reinforcements available. I can only give you 200 men. Are you up for it?"

  "Your will is where my sword points." Field replied with a sentence, then waited for his arrangement.

  "Very well, go then, prepare what you need, take my finest soldiers with you. I will await your triumphant return in the castle, and when you come back victorious, I will hold a grand feast for you in the castle, and the title of Baron awaits you."

  Feld's eyes gleamed with a hint of sharpness, he gave a knightly salute and retreated silently, this task he must complete for the glory of the Morgain family.

  When night fell, Field had already led two hundred elite longbowmen out of the castle, preparing to cross the river and head towards their target location marked on the map in his hand, which was exactly where Li You Ran's current castle was located.

  Deep in the forest, a half-elf village lit up with smoke from cooking, and everyone in the village was delighted. They hadn't had a decent meal in a long time, and every day was just meat, but they had enough snow salt that they didn't have to drink the unpalatable beast blood; however, only salt couldn't fill their stomachs.

  Just today, the head of the clan went outside and exchanged a lot of grain for animal hides. Everyone was happy to gather around, waiting for the porridge to be cooked before they could eat. Everyone was laughing, including Mo Dun, but his smile was clearly fake. He didn't expect the grain to be so expensive that 100 gold coins only bought 300 kilograms of grain. If calculated according to the quota, it would only be enough for the entire village to eat for seven days. And this was still according to plan; if they ate freely, it wouldn't last three days.

  Morton quietly walked into his own treehouse, alone in the corner with a feeling of wanting to cry. When his father rescued him from the elf village, he was only thirteen years old and still a child. But in the elf village, half-elves were discriminated against, and he was that discriminated half-elf.

  He didn't know if the person who saved him was his father, but he demanded it, every half-elf child called him father. He was a wandering knight, an archer wanderer, powerful and mysterious, with legends in every elf city, but not good ones, because he rescued half-elves.

  Such a strong man saving half-elves is unforgivable in the eyes of the elves, so the three major elven cities began to besiege him. The powerful half-elven city he once established was ultimately destroyed overnight. He was 25 years old at that time, still a child in the eyes of the elves, but by then he had already taken on the legacy left by his father: saving the half-elves.

  Until the moment he died, Morton saw his appearance, which was the same as his own! Also a half-elf, a race despised, excluded, and even cruelly killed by the elves. To this day, Morton still remembers the scene he and a group of half-elf children hiding in the cellar of the ruins saw at that time.

  The setting sun was like blood, a half-elf holding a bow and arrow stood on the high city wall with his only animal companion, Night Blade Leopard. He proudly puffed out his chest, looking down at the opposing elf army with disdain. Although his clothes were tattered and his body covered in scars, no one dared to take a step forward. This was an archery god, but also a killing god. The entire city had been destroyed, the army annihilated by the tribe's great wizard using a minor curse, yet just one person managed to hold off the strong warriors of the three main cities, and a million troops did not dare to take another step forward.

  I remember the last smile of my father's turn, with blood at the corner of his mouth. He mounted the Night Blade Leopard with such determination. The anger of an invincible strongman destroyed half of the million-strong army, and countless others were seriously injured. Even the powerful warriors from the three main cities were severely wounded and unable to fight again. To avoid each other's attacks, they had no choice but to retreat.

  Morton lived like this, Morton was the last tribal chief he recognized, and surviving with the remaining half-elf children became his most important task.

  Decades have passed, and the elves have forgotten about that once-thriving half-elf city. Morton has also brought his children to the edge of the Phantom Night Forest to survive. Years of persistence have greatly increased his strength, but survival is still the biggest problem. Every day, he must hunt, but even so, in winter, they would go hungry. Many people from the village left; they couldn't bear such a life, and would rather become bandits or be killed than spend their lives in the forest.

  The rest are all old and weak, with a few close companions. This winter is undoubtedly the most difficult to pass, as the massive hunting outside has made it impossible to hunt in the winter, and there are many demons deep in the forest. Going there would be a dead end, he had no other choice.

  He pulled out the lighter from his pocket, then dug out the last cigarette, lit it up, and puffed out smoke. In his mind echoed Li You Ran's words, thinking to himself "Perhaps this really is an opportunity."

  Looking out of the window at the laughing and dancing people outside, Morton smiled! It's worth taking a risk for these lives. Morton walked out and came to the front of the crowd, saying: "Everyone quiet down! I have something to say to you all."

  The merry crowd stopped and stared at Morton.

  "There are some things that it's better to tell everyone, today's food is probably the last food in our tribe, and hunting is getting more and more difficult. I think when these foods are gone, it will probably be the time when we go hungry."

  Morton's words immediately caused panic among people.

  "What should we do?"

  "Tribe leader, you must be joking!"

  "Will we starve to death?"

  People are talking about it, fear is spreading in each other's hearts, the taste of hunger is unbearable, let alone starving to death?

  "Everyone be quiet! Let me finish speaking."

  "Everyone be quiet! The chief must have a solution, didn't he bring grain today?"

  "Yes! Let's listen to what the elder has to say!"

  Soon some people who were close to the head of the clan came out to persuade them, and the crowd quieted down again.

  "There is a way to solve this! I have a friend outside who has a large territory, if we go there, maybe we can get help and shelter, so that in the future we won't have to starve anymore."

  After Morton spoke out, nobody said anything, you look at me! I look at you, all silent.

  "What's wrong! If there's something on your mind, just say it! Everyone can share their thoughts. If you have a better idea, I'm willing to consider it."

  After finishing, an old half-elf said: "Tribal leader, I heard that humans are very cunning and will they cheat us out and then catch us as slaves?"

  "No way, this person is a law-abiding citizen, he even has his own property, he's very kind! He won't capture slaves."

  In Morton's heart, Li You Ran is really a good person. They met several times and each time was rewarding. The first time, he gave him a lighter and cigarettes to alleviate his loneliness while hunting. The second time, although it was just a small favor, the large bag of snow salt allowed him to gain a great advantage. If it weren't for not wanting to sell it, he would have already sold the salt. The third time, he directly gave 100 gold coins, solving the village's urgent problem.

  "But why do we have to go to a human? Can't we just go to an elf village?"

  Another younger half-elf said that he was a latecomer and had not experienced the massacre of the half-elves, so he spoke out like this, but someone who had experienced it immediately interrupted his words.

  "Don't say that anymore! If it's a spirit, I'd rather starve to death. The chief will do as you said. Go take a look, being a slave is better than starving to death anyway."

  So Modon decided to take his own people to find Li You Ran, hoping he would be the person he was looking for.