An elf can only use the Divine Prayer once in their lifetime; Monica Morton will never have a second chance!

Too many things are one-of-a-kind, forcing Monica Morton to give up this unrecognized priestess status.

Moreover, according to James Grant's guess, he himself might even get dragged into some dangerous matters. He could hear it from Monica Morton's tone.

For his own safety, Monica Morton had him take King Kong and head north, away from the elves, choosing to bear this “sin” alone.

So... foolish! James Grant wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to.

“How do you know I don't have the ability to increase the Fountain of Life?” James Grant could feel the surging power of the Moon Goddess within him.

No matter what elemental elves are like, or how they can make the withered Fountain of Life shine again, as long as there is the power of the Moon Goddess, there should be a good chance.

“That's impossible.” Monica Morton stopped crying, squeezing her small body into James Grant's embrace. “I can tell, you're a human. The greed and cunning of humans have always made elves hate them. Maybe the moment you enter the tribe's territory, you'll be shot full of arrows.”

“I've got King Kong!” James Grant tried to sound brave.

“The assassination skills of dark elves are renowned across the entire Tans continent. Every dark elf can silently take your life in the night.”

A chill ran down James Grant's spine.

“Can you do it too?” James Grant couldn't help but ask.

“I know a little. As priestess candidates, we were trained, but not specialized in assassination.”

“Opportunities are meant to be fought for. Even if there's only a sliver of hope, we shouldn't give up, right?” Most importantly, in this unfamiliar place, where the hell am I supposed to go?

James Grant did want to take the girl and run far away, but when he remembered her saying this was an isolated island, he immediately gave up on the idea.

No matter how big an island is, it still has boundaries.

Monica Morton was a bit tempted, but even more hesitant.

“The Moon Goddess teaches us not to let opportunities slip through our fingers. Only fools do such foolish things!” James Grant started using the girl's faith, and a bold plan began to form in his heart.

“You...” Monica Morton was clearly surprised. Hearing the name of the Moon Goddess from a human's mouth was as shocking as seeing an elf cast fire magic.

“By Enilu above, I am the envoy of the Moon Goddess!” James Grant laughed heartily. This identity should be enough to scare those elves, right?

Chapter 10: The Netherwolf Pack Attacks, King Kong Heroically Saves the Day

James Grant's laughter was cut off by a wild roar from King Kong.

The thick trees began to shake. King Kong suddenly leapt to James Grant's side, issuing a warning into the darkness ahead. The deep, muffled roar from his throat made the leaves rustle.

“Someone or something is approaching!” James Grant quickly got up from the ground, shielding Monica Morton behind him, clutching King Kong's powerful leg, and cautiously poked his head out to look ahead.

In an instant, this big guy became James Grant's strongest protector.

It was too dark. Because of the overcast sky, not even a sliver of moonlight shone down. Even so, James Grant could still see through the layers of forest and spot a group of swaying bushes a hundred meters away.

The night truly belonged to the elves.

The power of the Moon Goddess surging within his body also granted James Grant some of the elves' unique advantages.

There was no sound at all, but in this silent night where only the wind could be heard, James Grant could still sense a dangerous aura coming straight at him.

Monica Morton's petite body was trembling, clutching James Grant's waistband with a death grip.

“It's Netherwolves!” As a pure-blooded dark elf, Monica Morton's night vision was clearly several levels above James Grant's.

“Wolves?” James Grant was stunned, then glanced at King Kong, who stood ten meters tall in front of him, and immediately relaxed.

If it's just wolves, there's nothing to be afraid of. King Kong is here.

But the next moment, James Grant's heart suddenly sank.

A hundred meters away, a pair of green lantern-like eyes appeared, then another pair, and another...

For a brief moment, James Grant was dazed, but when he snapped out of it, he was shocked to find that he had no idea how many wolves had gathered ahead.

“Netherwolves are pack-dwelling magical beasts. Although they're only third-rank in strength, their sheer numbers make up for that weakness!” Monica Morton's belated explanation sounded in James Grant's ear.

His excellent vision even allowed James Grant to see the drool dripping from the approaching Netherwolves' mouths. Those snarling, fang-filled wolf heads made James Grant shiver involuntarily.

A steep mountain wind blew by, carrying a strong, bloody stench to their noses.

“Roar~~” King Kong stood upright, pounding his chest with both fists to show his bravery and defend his right to protect his master. The black fur, already missing patches thanks to James Grant plucking it, now stood on end.