I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

a new day.

Before the morning mist had completely dissipated, Lynn and his group had already left Silverdew Village and were heading northeast towards Gray Mountain.

Grey Hill is located between the spring and the Silver Dew Forest.

Vera summoned the ancient tree to travel, which greatly increased her speed.

Dog was feeling unusually heavy-hearted at this moment.

When he saw this familiar place, the expression on his face became more and more complex—fear, hatred, longing, and deep-seated traumatic memories.

To be honest, Dog was a little scared.

Just over ten days ago, as the chief's son, he was supposed to inherit the position of tribal chief.

But Ironjaw attacked him, but fortunately, his loyal captain fought back desperately, allowing him to escape with his broken body.

However, after he escaped and fell unconscious, he unexpectedly fell into the clutches of the goblins.

"My Lord God." Dogg turned around, unease flickering in the kobold's vertical pupils.

"Ironjaw is really strong... It's one of the best among intermediate warriors, and it's ruthless."

"It's alright."

"Take this and just do as I say."

Lynn stopped and took out a mid-level fire element crystal from his pocket.

"Really?" Dogg trembled as it took the intermediate fire element crystal, swallowing hard with some skepticism.

Lynn looked at the two girls behind her.

Leah was wearing a simple bearskin armor, and her long, light blue hair was tied into a neat ponytail.

After several days of training, the initial timidity in her eyes has faded, replaced by a more composed demeanor.

Vera was still wearing the light leather armor of the Elven race, her silver hair shimmering in the morning light.

In her hand she held a druid's staff carved with vine patterns—the Staff of the Forest Spirit, which could greatly enhance the power of nature spells, and like the Staff of the Wood Spirit, it was a legendary item.

Legendary equipment is bound to the bloodline of family members.

Only those with family bloodlines can use these legendary weapons. In addition to their inherent function, these weapons can also enhance the user's attributes.

It allows users to unleash power beyond that of their peers.

The royal family of Lotharan also possesses a complete set of legendary blue-blooded equipment.

It'll be perfect for Leah to use later.

Lynn explained the plan again, and the two expressed their understanding.

It took a total of three hours for the outline of Gray Mountain to gradually become clear.

As its name suggests, this hill has a large amount of grayish-brown rock exposed on its surface, interspersed with reddish-brown luster—hematite.

Lynn was in the center, Lydia on the left, Vera on the right, and Dogg in front, as they strode toward the Gray Mountain Kobold tribe.

The kobold guards at the cave entrance were the first to spot them.

Just as the two warriors wielding stone spears were about to question her, their gazes swept over Vera at the back of the group, and they suddenly froze.

Silver hair, pointed ears, emerald green eyes, holding a staff engraved with elven runes, and wearing clothes with the Silver Dew symbol...

"Elf... Elf!!"

"It's an elf druid from Silverdew Village!!" the kobold on the left screamed, dropping his stone spear to the ground with a clatter.

The elves' reputation in the Magic Forest is known to everyone in the entire forest (except for races with low intelligence).

Not only are the wood elves guardians of the entire magic forest, but they also possess immense power.

More importantly, it stems from the wood elves' vengeful nature.

Once, a tribe attacked a wood elf caravan, and the next day...

Countless druids, along with rangers, summoned ancient trees and herds of beasts.

They wiped out the entire tribe.

The kobold on the right was so frightened that it retreated repeatedly: "What are the Silver Dew druids doing here?!"

"We haven't offended the elves!"

"Get out of the way, don't block the path of the gods." Dogg was still wearing his priest's robes. He looked at Lynn with a hint of bullying.

The two guards then noticed Dogg and immediately recognized it: "It's...it's Dogg?! You're still alive?!"

"I heard he escaped into the forest, and he didn't die?"

"And to Ironjaw, I'm back," Dog said, though he was a little scared.

A short while later.

More than thirty kobold warriors surged out, led by an exceptionally tall kobold.

It was a head taller than Dog, with bulging muscles all over its body, an unusually wide jaw, and a mouthful of fangs that gleamed with a metallic luster; it was none other than the current chief, Ironjaw.

Standing beside Ironjaw were several kobolds with strong auras, all of whom were novice warriors.

Behind them were dozens of ordinary kobolds, armed with various crudely made weapons.

"Dog?"

A flicker of surprise flashed in Iron Jaw's vertical pupils, which quickly turned into disdain and mockery.

"You're still alive? I thought you were long ago inside some wild beast's belly."

"Iron Jaws".

"I have returned today to reclaim my chieftainship."

Dog was terrified, but he still tried to remain calm.

I'm just a priest, how could I possibly win a duel?

"Hahaha!!" Iron Jaw burst into laughter.

"You?"

"A piece of trash who can't even withstand ten of my moves? And these humans and a..." Ironjaw's gaze swept over Vera, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

Elf.

The spirits of the Silver Dew Village.

Moreover, he was a druid wielding a staff.

A deep sense of dread flashed in Ironjaw's eyes.

It's not stupid; it knows what being an elf druid means.

It is a natural messenger capable of summoning ancient trees, commanding herds of beasts, and having vines instantly annihilate an army.

But it quickly regained its composure.

So what if they're elves?

Elves are known for being very law-abiding.

Moreover, this is Gray Mountain, the territory of the kobolds.

"Miss Elf."

Ironjaw tried to make his voice sound polite, "This is an internal matter for us kobolds."

"The Silver Dew settlement has never interfered in the affairs of the forest tribes, has it?"

Vera remained indifferent and ignored him, instead holding the Staff of Forest Whispers and chanting a spell.

Iron Jaw's expression changed.

"Miss Elf, we haven't offended the Silverdew Village!!"

"We're law-abiding citizens!!"

"Miss Elf."

Vera ignored her and continued singing.

She raised the Staff of Forest Whisper, and ancient Elvish words flowed from her lips, each syllable drawing upon the natural magic around her.

The vine patterns on the staff began to glow, and the ground trembled slightly!

The kobolds watched in horror—though they didn't understand magic, they could feel the growing oppressive aura.

"—In the name of the forest, awaken the sleeping guardians!"

A dazzling green light burst forth from the tip of the Forest Whisper Staff!

Amidst the light, countless thick, illusory vines rose from the ground, intertwining at the top of the hall to form a colossal ancient tree statue five meters tall!

The colossus's eyes were like burning green flames, but its terrifying pressure made all the kobolds' knees go weak!

Tier 5 Druid spell: Ancient of War (Fake)

Ironjaw's face was ashen, and the other kobolds were on high alert.

However, the War Tree did not make a move.

At this moment, Lynn spoke up: "A little over ten days ago, you ambushed my friend Dogg, forcing him to flee."

"That's not fair."

"That's not something a tribal chief should do."

Upon hearing that Ironjaw had actually launched a sneak attack, many kobolds began to discuss the matter.

"Therefore, my friend, a fair duel is needed, the winner shall become chief, and the loser shall perish."

"Good...good!" Ironjaw looked at Vera, then at Dogg, who was wearing a priest's robe, and felt confident.

A priest.

A junior priest.

Could I possibly defeat a mid-level warrior like him?

Iron Jaw said, "It's as you said! A duel to the death! If anything goes wrong, you can't blame me."

Lynn smiled upon hearing Ironjaw's words.

I won't take my anger out on you?

How could that be?

If you show even the slightest sign of winning, I'll have Lydia abandon all martial ethics.

Here's a [Blood Tide] for you.