Ancient elf as husband

This is a small village with dozens of thatched and stone houses built next to the rugged mountain gorge, at the junction of two peaks. A small river flows through the middle of the village.

The location here is excellent, with mountains on the back and water on the side. You can see the moist land beside the river and some plants planted there.

Thorns and vines climb out from the back of the rock-climbing peak. The thick vines are hidden among the weak weeds and branches. Since the sky is dark, they are actually hidden in the night.

Molix flew down, and a vine lifted up to catch his toes. He was the only one who could see clearly in the dark night.

It was getting dark, and snoring could be heard from this small tribe. No villager was outside.

Molix did not force his way in. The thorns and vines built a temporary resting place in front of him. He sat on his throne and was very well-mannered and did not force his way in.

At dawn the rooster crowed, and the wooden door of a stone house finally came loose.

A round stone rolled out and stretched out. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a strong and fat man.

He had a strange appearance, with a bald head and cracks. He did have a nose and eyes, but he was too ugly to look at, and his figure was round and short.

Molix was a little surprised when he saw it.

He originally thought it was a small tribe of certain animals. After all, only animals are the most chaotic, and even members of the same race may not be willing to live together.

As the most powerful of all plants, Molix's thorn vines are thicker and more powerful than other plants in the plant world. They are simply eye-catching walking tools.

The ugly man reacted and was frightened. Looking around, he saw that his tribe was surrounded by thorns and vines at some point, and the sharp black spikes exuded murderous aura.

He held his head in fear, "There is a dangerous invasion!"

As he yelled, other stone houses opened their doors one after another, and balls like him poked their heads out from inside.

An old man wearing a cloak and holding a rotten wood scepter came out, "What happened?"

He is obviously an elder, and his behavior is full of respectability and dignity.

He didn't know this, and he was shocked when he saw it. He was dumbfounded when he looked at the thorns and vines all over the place.

He has never seen such a thick and powerful plant. What kind of important person came here and why.

Although the old man was weathered, he still felt frightened. He comforted his panicked people, "Don't panic, everyone."

For the sake of the tribe, he had no choice but to step forward and bow down humbly, "I wonder which gentleman is passing by here. If we don't offend the river, can he show his true identity."

The thorns and vines moved, weaving a throne in front of them, and the man's dignified, cold and arrogant figure appeared, half leaning back lazily.

The iconic fluorescence on his body, as well as the branches and leaves of his clothing, do nothing to hide his ethnicity.

The old man saw this and was a little frightened.

It's actually an elf, but why is there an elf here? What on earth is he going to do in the tribe? He should be very powerful, but even though he was well-informed, he was still overwhelmed by the pressure on him when he faced him.

But the moment he saw the elf, most of his panic had disappeared, leaving only surprise.

Because elves love peace, they will not burn, kill, and loot other races at will.

This powerful elf spoke, with a low and hoarse voice as arrogant as an eagle, "I'm glad to see other races here near the forest. I am Molix, no offense intended."