The young leader was filled with anger.
"I don't care who you are or what your purpose is, Bluestone Village does not welcome you. Please leave by tomorrow morning!"
Lear looked at the young face, with a slight raise of his eyebrow.
Fear, dread, worry... various emotions could be sensed from him.
The possessed Dark Night Elf spoke slowly.
"May I ask who you are..."
"The village chief of Bluestone Village—Drew!"
"Lord Drew, I sense your concern, may I ask, what are you worried about?"
The voice was calm, with not much fluctuation, but the deep gaze gave these ten or so people a tremendous sense of pressure.
Even though his real body wasn't there, the possessed Dark Night Hunter was still a fierce Level 15 unit.
How could ordinary Ancient Humans compare?
Drew's gaze hardened, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"The villagers of Bluestone Village will never give up our land and wealth!"
"Nor will we surrender the Immortal Temple!"
"Your tricks will be in vain!"
