Chapitre 1580: The Devil, Or Perhaps... A Great Old One

Early the next morning, Mag and the ladies boarded a 7th-tier magic beast, the Golden Armored Condor that the Falk Tribe used to ferry their VIPs, and set off on their return journey.

Irina sent Mag a message last night, saying that she would be returning with the ladies that she had rescued first.

Furthermore, while they were saying goodbye to Connie in the morning, she told them which tribes in the Twilight Forest were targeted last night. Some of them even sent their remaining elven maids over to the Falk Tribe in a rush, and begged them to hand them over on their behalf.

They estimated that the Twilight Forest would not have any orcs who would keep elven maids for a very long time.

After all… those fellows who used to show off everywhere were all crying over their lost weiners at home now.

This punishment's shock and awe effect was indeed far greater than killing them all.