Countless elves watched, dumbfounded, as a human man flew out from the forest and descended onto the battlefield, roaring like a dragon. He swiftly threw a short spear, impaling the furthest drummer in the monster camp onto a huge drum. Then, in the densest part of the monster group, he dropped a thunderous thunderball. The aftershocks of the explosion echoed in the forest, and amidst the smoke, countless splashes of blood flew as the monsters were decapitated and fell to the ground in agony. The man wielded a huge blood-red battle-axe, crazily slaughtering the monsters. All the monsters stood still, just waiting for him to behead them.

Where he passed, a bloody path was carved.

A distant monster leader tried to flee, but the man followed and split him in two with his axe.

In less than a minute, this blood-covered human man slaughtered over a hundred monsters. He was like a god of war descending from the sky, his roar like thunder, shaking the earth. All the elves watched in shock as he single-handedly massacred the enemies, as if they were all having the same nightmare, witnessing this unbelievable scene.

Strangely, not a single monster resisted or tried to escape.

Until the last monster collapsed under the man’s bloody axe, the elves nervously swallowed their saliva for the first time.

As he walked slowly back towards the elves, carrying the blood-drenched axe, the towering bears and elf mages stepped aside in fear, intimidated by this bloodthirsty warrior...

"Who, who, who are you?" asked a guard standing in front of the elf Moon Night High Priest, nervously, as the blood-soaked Rody approached.

"Mind your manners, this is not how you treat a guest," said Rody, causing almost all the elves to fall to the ground.

The man himself was a killing maniac, had just insulted and hit others, and violently killed so many enemies, yet he expected others to mind their manners? If he knew what etiquette was, he wouldn't have continued slaughtering when the enemies didn't flee or fight back.

A man devoid of human decency and moral ethics, yet he asked others to mind their manners.

Thinking of this, almost all the elves felt faint.

"Young human man, may I ask who you are? Why have you come to our elf kingdom? Although your actions have greatly eliminated our enemies and relieved our plight, your merciless killing and bloodshed chill the heart," said the elf Moon Night High Priest, the only one among the elves whose expression remained normal. All the female elf archers around her trembled in fear upon seeing the blood-soaked Rody, some even vomiting.

"Since you treat me with such an attitude, I have nothing more to say," Rody said, throwing a bone stuck to his shoulder on the ground. A female elf saw that it was half of a monster's jawbone and cried out in fear.

"..." A female elf next to the Moon Night High Priest wanted to retort but was stopped by the High Priest.

Rody knew that if he wanted to form an alliance with the elves, ordinary methods would definitely not work.

Elves are very proud and also quite strong. Especially since most of the elf clan has little ambition and lives a self-sufficient life, they don't need to trade with humans. Without a bit of mutual interest, it is impossible to form an alliance. Even before proposing an alliance, if there isn't anything sufficiently novel and attractive to them, they might completely disregard it.

Their attitude towards humans has always been like this.

Therefore, Rody tried his best to attack their self-esteem, to bring down those who felt good about themselves from their high clouds, to trample them to the ground. Only then, when making demands, he believed they would be effective.

Under the watchful, wary, and fearful eyes of countless elves, the blood-soaked Rody sang loudly as he walked, showing great magnanimity.

Walking on that bloody battlefield, his blood-stained black hair fluttered in the wind, accompanied by the majestic human war song, all the elves felt a fresh sensation. They thought this human was different, touching their souls, moving their hearts. Whether watching his crazy massacre or seeing him walking on the battlefield strewn with corpses, he had an extraordinary and powerful presence, as if this man was a legendary hero by nature, attracting attention.

Despite the Moon Night High Priest's order for all the elves to retreat to the forest, not only the male elves, but many of the female elves who had been scared to tears by Rody also watched the human man singing against the sun with strange eyes.

Everyone wondered how this human man could do all this.

How did he possess such great strength? How could he make all the monsters too scared to move? How could he ruthlessly kill all the defenseless enemies? Why did he help the elves? Why did he leave singing after the battle, without asking for any reward? What was the song he was singing?

Although the song was neither beautiful nor pleasant, not blending with the natural essence, it had a soul-stirring echo.

Who was he, after all?

All the elves were abuzz about Rody's arrival, some saying this human had previously accused the Moon Night High Priest with vicious words, calling the merciless and tragic war an art...

...

"What is that human doing?" The Moon Night High Priest suddenly summoned her Moon Night Guards and asked.

"High Priest, we, we don’t know..." The two Moon Night Guards looked at each other, answering with unnatural expressions on their faces.

"You don’t know?" The Moon Night High Priest smiled. She casually glanced at the faces of the two guards, smiling, "Daughters of the Moon Goddess, don’t lie in front of me, nor learn the bad habits of humans. Elves’ hearts should remain pure and peaceful, always sincere and tranquil. Tell me, what is that human man doing?"

"I'm sorry." The two Moon Night Guards quickly knelt down, the one on the left shamefully confessing, "Great High Priest, that human man is bathing in our sacred River of the Moon Goddess."

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"We have already advised him, but he didn’t listen... so, please punish us for our negligence, High Priest!" The one on the right even burst into tears.

"Facing a barbaric human man, you have done your duty, I won’t blame you. What did he say?" The Moon Night High Priest slightly pondered after hearing this. She could imagine, if that barbaric human man undressed and bathed in the river, then her Moon Night Guards wouldn't dare do anything to him. More importantly, this human man’s strength was astonishing, his combat skills miraculous, and probably for this reason, the guards were too scared to drive him ashore.

"He, he said that no river in the world belongs to the Moon Goddess, and, and even if it did, he would still bathe..." The guard replied aggrievedly.

"Is there any movement from the slope monsters?" The Moon Night High Priest asked again.

"A group of more than ten people seemed to have arrived, but before we could figure out who they were, that human man killed them. He was too fast. He didn’t declare war and attacked from hiding, he’s a despicable murderer." Although the two guards answered in this way, their tone carried a hint of admiration.

"This sounds like his style. If he had proposed a fair duel, it wouldn’t be like him," the Moon Night High Priest pondered, suddenly recalling Rody's bloodied face, his eyes filled with mockery, and the faint smile at the corner of his lips. Her heart raced at the thought. What did his final approach towards her mean? Was he showing off his power and strength? She had been among many elves, not dressed as a high priest, so how did he know she was the High Priest?

Was this human man from the human continent or the descendant of some powerful being from the land of the seven clans? That huge blood-flower battle axe, was it the weapon of the Orcs' Blood-flower Axe Savage? Could he not be human, but an Orc instead? But how could a brute Orc have such a handsome and heroic man?

Especially that galaxy-like black hair, unique in the world. She had never heard of a human, Orc, or half-elf, or any other race, having a man with black hair and black eyes. Except for the Goddess of the Night... Could this man, who dared to defy even the Moon Goddess, be the son of the Goddess of the Night? No, that's impossible, the Goddess of the Night is an ancient goddess who left the realm of the gods tens of thousands of years ago. Besides, even if he were the Goddess of the Night's son, he would be a deity.

Deities live in the realm of the gods, higher than the heavens, so if he were the Goddess of the Night's son, he couldn't be in the land of the seven clans.

"Invite him to the outskirts of the Elf Forest. No matter what, he did help us repel the enemy, and we should show our gratitude," the Moon Night High Priest found an excuse for her own longing. Although she wouldn't admit it, deep down, it was because of the human man’s excellence and uniqueness that she made this decision. If he were a muscular, hairy Orc, she would have immediately ordered the elf troops to return to their country.

"Yes." Strangely, the two Moon Night Guards seemed somewhat pleased with the High Priest's decision, responding quickly.

Half a day passed, but they still hadn’t returned.

The Moon Night High Priest grew anxious. She held a magic book in her hands, but she wasn’t reading it.

When she saw the two female guards return, her heartbeat quickened slightly, seemingly eager to hear news of that man. Why was she so concerned about a human man she had only met once? Was she still unsettled by his daytime performance?

"He’s arrived? Let him wait, I’ll see him after I finish my book!" The Moon Night High Priest was eager to see him, but for some reason, she said this, as if trying to hide something.

"High Priest, he, he didn’t come..." The two female guards knelt on the ground, reporting in a low voice.

"What? How dare he defy my will?" The Moon Night High Priest felt surprisingly angry; he had actually refused her invitation, unforgivable.

"He, he said, if you want to see him, go by yourself, he won’t come." The guards carefully said, "We begged him for a long time, but he wouldn’t listen. Perhaps, High Priest, you should go? He doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions, and he doesn’t seem like a bad person! He’s just a bit peculiar, but deep down, he seems quite kind..."

"What are you saying? That murderer is kind-hearted?" The Moon Night High Priest was almost fainting. In just half a day, her own guards were speaking well of him.

"High Priest, we misspoke," the two female guards hurriedly pleaded for mercy.

"Tell me, how is he kind-hearted? What exactly did he say to you? What sweet talk made you think he had no ill intentions, didn’t seem like a bad person, and was even kind-hearted?" The Moon Night High Priest saw her female guards defending a human man they had only known for less than a day and couldn't help but feel angry.

She was always known for her good temper, a role model for many elves, but today, she couldn’t suppress her anger.

Not to mention the two female guards, even she herself felt inexplicably irritated.

...

"Hm? He's with a little girl? Mitty, the fairy?" The Moon Night High Priest felt somewhat relieved upon hearing the explanation, as if she too was hoping that the man really had no ill intentions, wasn't a bad person, and was kind-hearted.

"Yes, seeing him wash his sister’s face and carefully prepare food for her, we knew he was a kind-hearted brother," the guards admired, "Yes, I’ve never seen Mitty, the fairy, get along so harmoniously with a human, hearing her happy laughter, I felt like I was dreaming."

"When the starlight shone on his face, it looked good. I think he must be the son of the Moon Goddess, otherwise, how could he blend so well with the night?"

"He is a great hero on the battlefield, invincible, but also a good brother who takes care of his sister carefully..."

"His eyes are so beautiful, like the starry sky."

The two female guards went on and on, leaving the Moon Night High Priest astonished. Who exactly was this man? How could there be such a unique man? He’s clearly a murderer, claiming war is an art, a butcher with blood on his hands, but how could he have a sister like Mitty, the fairy, who is wary of humans?

What exactly is he doing in the Elf Forest? Is he just passing by, or does he have some unspeakable purpose?

"High Priest, will you go to see him?" The two female guards saw the Moon Night High Priest silent and quickly shut up, but they couldn't help asking cautiously, driven by curiosity.

"How could I! Who would go to see a human man? Besides, I suspect he has some kind of sinister plot. I will pray to the Moon Goddess and seek divine guidance. You may go! Tomorrow we all return to the Elf Kingdom, leaving only a few scouts. The slope monsters have been heavily hit, so I believe they won’t attack for a while," the Moon Night High Priest thought she wanted to go, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

She couldn’t just go because she was the High Priest.

Even though elves don’t have as strict a hierarchy and concern for status as humans, as the High Priest closest to the Moon Goddess, she couldn’t go, absolutely not!

The Moon Night High Priest stayed up until late into the night, eventually getting up angrily, deciding to go and see. Of course, her purpose wasn't to see that extremely annoying man, but to check for any plots or schemes he might have. Perhaps he was planning to desecrate the Moon Goddess’s miracle, so she must stop him. Yes, she was going to stop him.

Using natural magic, the Moon Night High Priest floated out of the forest like a gentle breeze, heading towards the River of the Moon Goddess outside the forest.

She saw a fire far away.

This brazen human man dared to light a bonfire outside the forest. Wasn’t he afraid that nocturnal magical beasts would devour him? But perhaps for a murderer like him, the arrival of magical beasts would suit his murderous heart. The Moon Night High Priest was somewhat dissatisfied because elves do not appreciate humans burning branches and wood for bonfires, even finding it distasteful.

Approaching, the Moon Night High Priest noticed the man was rudely bare-chested, which further displeased her. However, when she saw a sleeping Mitty fairy on his clothes, she couldn’t help but soften a bit, thinking his actions were considerate and even heartwarming. He preferred to lay his clothes on the ground for his sister to sleep on rather than wearing them himself, which was really... The Moon Night High Priest wanted to praise him, but still felt upset inside, torn with contradictory feelings. However, she no longer found his bare-chested appearance vulgar, but rather felt a sense of closeness.

The Moon Night High Priest descended and waited for him to speak, but he was engrossed in reading a magic book, completely ignoring her.

She wanted to kick him up into the sky. Pretending to read? Didn’t he know she had come? Wasn’t it he who wanted her to come? Was he pretending to like reading to gain her favor? She despised such hypocrisy. He was reading a book upside down... No, his book wasn’t upside down. It was a magic book of godly elves. Was he possibly a prince of godly elves?

"Hey, aren’t you human?" Having waited for so long and being ignored, the Moon Night High Priest finally couldn’t help but speak up. If she left without saying a word, she would feel too aggrieved.

"You came? What are you doing here?" His response infuriated her.

It was obviously he who wanted her to come, yet he acted innocent!

Did he mean to imply that she shamelessly came to him? This man was utterly detestable; not killing him seemed insufficient to quell her anger. The Moon Night High Priest was about to cast a moonlight magic spell on him when he suddenly put his finger to his lips, motioning her to be quiet. Mitty, the fairy, turned over and fell back to sleep under his gentle patting.

"Speak softly. She wakes up easily. If she cries in the middle of the night, it's terrible. You don't know the pain of soothing a child. Be quiet!" He even glared at her.

"Who is she?" The Moon Night High Priest, seeing his tender care, couldn’t help but soften and asked quietly.

"My sister," he replied casually. "Did you come to find me for something? If not, go back. I don’t plan to set fire to your Elf Forest. Don’t worry, I’ll leave tomorrow. This place is gloomy, and I don’t like staying here much..."

"Can’t you talk without being so infuriating?" She almost wanted to punch him.

"I always talk like this. By the way, who are you? Why do you act so high and mighty?" He even dared to ask her that.

“谁装得高高在上？” 她觉得很委屈，有种想哭的冲动。他指责她表现得高高在上，而他是这样做的人。这其中的正义在哪里？她越想越难过。她这辈子还从来没有受过这样的侮辱。堂堂月夜大祭司，无耻地拜访他，被他骂、被他激怒，她都快哭了……

“你哭了？能哭小声一点吗？” 他没有安慰她，而是让她哭得小声一点。

“我不会，我会哭得很厉害！” 她决定痛哭一场。

“哭声听起来很不舒服，比猫的叫声还要糟糕。” 话还没说完，月夜大祭司就扑了过来，疯狂地抓破了他的脸。他是天下第一反派，无需较量，绝对是他。这世上再也没有比他更卑鄙的人了。