The Elf Race Is in Danger

In another wizard tower used for receiving guests.

Tuman Slamu was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a black-red shirt and pants, as well as a pair of red shoes. At this moment, one of his legs was crossed over the other, but his eyes under the mask seemed to be flickering with flames. He was very unhappy!

"Really, you actually made me wait for so long!" Tuman felt that there was a violent anger in his chest that he wanted to vent!

He felt that this Warlock named Eli didn't seem to respect him or the Heart of the Abyss!

"Sigh, it's a pity that we can't fight. After all, we're here for a friendly exchange. We haven't killed anyone for a month!" Tuman stretched his muscles and bones, feeling a little bored!

Suddenly, the sound of shoes stepping on the ground came from outside the door. Tuman's eyes lit up. He put down his legs and stood up to look outside the door.

The door opened, and Eli walked in.