The grassland was also a dark red color, just like the forest beneath their feet, but those originally vibrant green grasses had nearly all disappeared.
Only the withered remnants, like shards of ice, reminded Colin that this was a plain.
However, if one were to say there was something special... at this moment, as Colin gazed into the distance, he truly couldn't make it out!
"Could it be a treasure that the Elf Clan carelessly dropped on the way?"
After pondering for a moment, Colin withdrew his gaze and didn't rashly go to check it out, but instead turned around to head back to the Tree Hole Forest from before.
Counting one's chickens before they hatch.
That peculiar mountain would take at least two days of continuous flying to reach, by his estimate.
And as for the grassland near the mountain, naturally, there was no need to say more, it would take at least a day's time.
Therefore, after weighing his options, Colin decided to continue with his original plan.
