However, these words also unintentionally revealed another meaning. As the chief of the mountain tribe, he did not know the story behind Carissa.

"It can't be me." Carissa said in the same tone of certainty, "What I have is not the blood of ordinary elves, but the blood of drow elves."

Drow hybrid?

Gavin couldn't help but take a closer look at Carissa again, and he found clues. The blue-gray background of her skin was indeed darker than that of other Goliaths, and her long silver hair was more white.

If she didn't say it herself, she really wouldn't be able to associate it with the drow.

After all, drow elves are different from ordinary elves. In addition to temperament, many people rely on skin color and hair color to identify them.

Just like another wise saying circulating in Faerûn, there is a story behind every cross-race hybrid, and Kalyssa is no exception. Especially when it comes to drow, it is generally not a beautiful love story, nor a beautiful love story.

There will be no love crystallization.

Most of them are tragedies such as rape, slavery, deception and being deceived.

The person involved, Carissa, seemed unwilling to talk more about this issue, but her eyes fell on Gavin.
Chapter completed!