“...... No news doesn't have to be bad news. The dwarf said.

It's a response, and it's a temptation. The Elven King was slightly stunned and nodded—he really didn't have any real bad news.

The dwarf's chest was slightly lightened by worry and restlessness. He followed the elven king up the delicate and slender steps, as if hanging in the air, step by step to the highest point of the empty court, even if he was thinking heavily, he unconsciously looked around, admiring the legendary ingenious elven king's court. In the night, the corridors that swirled back and forth connected the buildings scattered in the forest like flowers and trees, and the faint light flickered in them, faintly like stars in the sky, which made him unconsciously think of Xia Lin Hall, who was thousands of miles away.

The dwarven pit, looking down from above, always has a little bit of fire and light to shine out the shimmering minerals in the rock formations, and there is a bit of an inexplicable resemblance to the vast forest in front of him.

However, it was always warm in the pit. The blazing furnace never goes out, the sound of hammers can be heard at any time, and if any dwarf makes something that satisfies him, he will be eager to show it off, and the triumphant voice will not care who wakes up the dream......

There was no sky to see in the pit, and there was no breeze with the scent of flowers, but there was a little more fresh breath than this supposed vibrant forest.

It's so quiet, it's a little dead.

The dwarf retracted his gaze and sat down in a pavilion with no walls, only transparent crystals overhead, and it felt like sitting on the clouds, rather than sitting on the back of an ice dragon.

But it's a good place – everyone can see them, and no one can come close.

There was really no more news about the disappearance of the three Black Rock Dwarves. He hadn't found them, nor the missing elves, but the clue had led his best tracers to the Dragonthorn Glade.

A small half of the elves from the Antler Forest are still there.

“...... But don't you think this has anything to do with them?" the dwarf saw Payne's hesitation.

The silver-haired shawl king nodded slightly, and the curvature of his lips barely pulled up was bitter.

"There's no evidence yet," he said, "but I think the so-called 'clues' ...... It's just to confuse us. ”

Or further, provoke a battle between his kindred that he could not easily suppress.

The reasons are complicated and difficult to exit, especially when dealing with a dwarf. In fact, there has not been any major conflict between elves and dwarves for hundreds of years, but a race as long-lived as they does not easily forget those grievances that are quite old in the eyes of humans.

And, presumably, they are indeed naturally repulsive.

Mock was a little disappointed. Of course, he couldn't be satisfied with such an outcome, but he could see that Payne was hiding something from him, but he didn't deceive—it was already much better than he expected.

And this, probably thanks to Ed, who sat quietly on the side. They were all his friends, and naturally they didn't want to embarrass him too much.

"All I care about right now is their safety. The dwarf spoke, "If you have any news...... I probably won't be leaving Stonebugch anytime soon. ”

He brought men. But the dwarves are far less familiar with this place than the elves, and even if they want to do something, it will be difficult to do so, and it may cause unnecessary conflict. He could only trust Payne, or, Quinn...... I also owe him a favor.

He wasn't here as a guest, so he didn't want to stay any longer. As he took his leave and was about to leave, he heard Ed behind him whispering, "Is there anything I can do to help......?" After all, that ...... There is also my responsibility. ”

It is true that the Elven King's face is so pale that it is almost transparent, which is no longer a deliberate pathology for the sake of "elegance and nobility", but from the understanding of the dwarves, the elves do not like this overly straightforward way of caring - calling them "not very good", even if it is true, will be taken as offensive by them.

But his knowledge of the elves may have been limited to prejudice, for Payne's reply, though refused, was gentle and sincere: "It's a bit of a problem, but I can handle it." I'm afraid the situation in Dumb Butch is more complicated, but I can't help you much...... The most I can do is keep the elves from being borrowed knives anymore. ”

They can't protect themselves...... Just like the dwarves.

Mock once told Ed that the dwarves wouldn't mind turning back into stone, but in fact...... How could it really not mind.

That momentary touch made the dwarf unconsciously turn his head, just in time for Payne's gaze.

At that moment, their confusion, confusion and unwillingness were connected.

“...... Please stay. The elf said.

Before he could speak, the dwarf had already turned.

"I think we can talk about it again. He said.

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The wind swept through the treetops, and the sound of the leaves shaking was like a whisper. A leopard walked slowly to the edge of the pond in the woods and bowed its head to drink, the splash of water curled up on the tip of its tongue with a meager blood.

Several pairs of eyes were watching it not far away, but it seemed to be unaware, just lying on the ground and starting to lick the blood on its body that had not yet dried up.

This forest, which is much wider than its homeland, is a great place to be. There was more prey, warmer weather, and the only creatures in the forest that were more powerful than them would not harm them, so it did not understand why its former companions, who were of the same race as the owner of the forest, were so frightened to huddle in this apparently more barren woodland.

The beast's eyes gleamed in the night. It didn't know how much comfort the light could bring to a group of elves who didn't know where to go, but it did vaguely remember that a voice had told it to come back to a place that actually made it uncomfortable.

There's a faint, rotting smell of decay...... The breath of death.

It's not that the elves who stay here don't feel it, but they can't make a decision.

When the ruler of Grivar brought the news of the death of Panasses, their leader, they were ready to fight to the death and avenge him, but the elven king, who still had blood on his body, also brought unequivocal evidence.

Parnassus' death was self-inflicted...... It's even worse than self-inflicted blame.

At first, no one wanted to hear that. Many elves were not unsuspicious of the true purpose of Panasses' visit, but he was their leader after all.

The desire for revenge burned in their blood, driving away the hesitations that had accumulated over the past few days. As the battle was about to break out, the shadow of a giant dragon fell.