Elves were swift-footed. Especially in the forest, where elves ran so fast that it looked as if they were receiving magical assistance.

However, elves or otherwise, there was no way that they could still run that fast on just a single leg. A one-legged elf could run fast enough that it was hard to believe that they were one-legged, but it was impossible for them to outrun the skilled slavers that were after them.

Their[1] heart felt like it was about to burst, their sloppy prosthetic leg had already started to shatter, and their head felt like it was spinning.

The elf had a gut feeling that it wouldn’t be long before they collapsed. But they absolutely couldn’t allow themself to do so. After having finally reached Samar, they were afraid that once they collapsed, they would open their eyes again not knowing where they were.

“Haiyah!”

The sharp cries of their pursuers were drawing closer. This sound was the hunting cry of the rainforest’s native tribes. The tribal warriors were whooping cheerfully as they chased down the fleeing elf on the back of their mounts, the giant Vakhan Wolves.

If they had wanted to, they could have caught their prey right away. By not doing so, they were trying to keep their prey from breaking down in despair.

Elves were highly sought-after prey. Rather than catching these elves and and using them as slaves of the tribe, the native slavers preferred to sell them to the foreign slave traders who came all the way to Samar just to purchase these elves.

As such, they couldn’t allow themselves to seriously injure their prey. Since the value of the elf had already dropped due to the fact that it was one-legged, if they left a scar on its body as well, the drop in price would be more than they could accept.

The elf, who had been running with a limp, came to a halt with a sharp gasp. “...Aah…!”

Because they had been running like crazy, they hadn’t been paying any attention to the sounds of their surroundings. No, more than that, it was because their reason had been clouded by the terrifying cries of the natives.

This was what had led them to almost run off the edge of a cliff. With shaking eyes, the elf looked down. The foot off the cliff, a great...