Capítulo 40: Elf Tribe!

Logan and his companions were huddled near the edge of a cliff, peering down at a caravan stopped below. The murmurs of conversation drifted up, clear and distinct, revealing that the merchants were not only armed but also well-armored.

"What lineage do you reckon they hail from? They even address him as His Highness!" Logan turned, his eyes flicking between Cardia and Tyton, his brow furrowed with curiosity.

His gaze had lingered on the group below for quite some time. From the snippets of conversation, it was evident that the caravan was guarded by orcs. However, the figures at the heart of the group, seemingly the leaders, did not bear the typical orcish brutishness. Their facial features bore a strange blend of human and beastmen traits, but their towering height of over two meters betrayed a lineage far removed from mere humans. Even in a world where humans averaged taller than those of old Earth, such a stature was exceptional.