Chapter 301: Clueless horde

The harpy people fell one after another, their screeches of fury fading into silence as Volk's traps and sheer might brought their reign of the skies to a bloody end.

The last harpy, their leader, glared defiantly at Volk before succumbing to the crushing blow of his axe.

The battlefield, littered with feathers and blood, was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves disturbed by the lingering breeze.

Then, the familiar chime echoed in Volk's ears.

Ding!

You have destroyed all the harpies.

Reward: A complete map and direction to the elven territory of Orzaroth.

Volk's sharp eyes widened as a translucent map unfurled before him, glowing faintly in the dim light.

Detailed routes to Orzaroth sprawled across the projection, showing landmarks, forests, rivers, and guarded borders.

The elven territory was now within reach—a goal he'd long coveted.

A toothy grin spread across Volk's face.