Many years later, on another late spring night, Orin suddenly woke up from his sleep and felt a strange silence around him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He could still hear the wind blowing through the treetops, and he could hear the low roar of a leopard not far away, but those sounds seemed to be through the misty mist, and as if half of his consciousness was still in a dream, not fully awake.

There is a faint throbbing in the bottom of my heart, evoking memories that are distant but never forgotten. He quietly left the house, stood in the dark night, and saw a little white hair like snow in front of the gray stone tablet that had just been erected.

The elves who patrol the night seem to be unaware...... And Orin is not surprised.

As he walked past, there was only his own heavy heartbeat, which was much louder than his footsteps, and uncontrollably faster and faster, beating a drum beat he had never heard before.

He had already heard the title that had been placed before that name with awe, but the divine splendor it represented seemed less real than the scent of the forest after the rain and the sunlight leaping in the waterdrops, white hair, and blue eyes in his memory.

Yes, true. Even though nearly a hundred years have blurred her face, the memory of that late spring afternoon is still real and vivid, but in the retrospective day after day, a secret fragrance gradually brews, which is difficult to distinguish and describe...... It is even less possible to resort to words.

However, standing in front of her, those complex and incomprehensible feelings, the churning and noisy undercurrent, but unbelievably quiet, as if the surface of the lake after a storm, the sediment and impurities involved in it are slowly sinking, restoring the clarity and calm that once came.

This is not a flower that will belong to him...... It is a forest that allows all things to grow and wither.

A faint sense of melancholy and loss swept through his heart, and a little ripple was blown like a breeze, but when Felicity smiled, he was able to nod his head calmly, as if facing a friend he had known for a long time.

For a Sage, he probably didn't act respectful, but obviously, no one cared.

The years have left some marks on Felicity's face, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes can't even be smoothed out by the soft starlight, the skin that has begun to slack looks a little pale, and her body is no longer as light as it used to be. But as a human who has lived for more than a hundred years, she looks no more than middle-aged...... This is a miracle that no one can deny.

And her eyes are still young. When she narrowed her eyes slightly, the light shining in them was as lively as a fish that no one could catch.

In the quiet of the night, like a dream, for a long time, no one spoke. Felicity's gaze returned to the gray stele, calm and focused.

A faint uneasiness rose in the elf's heart. His faith should not have been shaken so easily, but at this moment, the sacred symbol inexplicably showed a bit of incompatibility with coldness and abruptness...... As if it wasn't supposed to be here at all.

He opened his mouth, suddenly desperate for an explanation. He wanted to tell her how old this seemingly strange symbol was, how it had stirred up some indescribable passion in the hearts of the elves, as the strange syllables echoed through the woods, and the endless ecstasy and satisfaction came like a flood that burst the banks, as if something had been there all along...... It runs in their blood, it haunts their souls, and now, they have finally found its name...... Their first breath and final salvation.

Then he realized that the panic hidden in the eagerness was like the occasional flash of emptiness and confusion after ecstasy. His explanation, which he didn't come out of, wasn't for her to understand...... It's about putting yourself at ease.

“...... Any questions?"

Eventually, he asked softly, as he had done many years ago.

"I don't know. Felicity sighed. She doesn't hide her tiredness and helplessness...... But the smile on her lips was just as real.

"Remember what you said?" she asked him, reaching out and poking him lightly in the chest.

“...... Yes. The elf replied, not asking her which sentence it was.

"Well...... "maybe there's nothing to worry about," she smiled. ”

This time, this sentence was indeed addressed to him.

That turned his simple answer into a kind of promise...... It made him struggle to stay awake even as he was involuntarily caught up in the torrent of chaos.

But what else can he do?

"Elves are hard to change. He whispered to Ed, "We didn't plan to go back to the forests of the South. Even if the elves of Grivar were able to accept a 'new deity', it would be difficult for them to accept him as their only faith. We don't want to be seen as a blasphemous like Ankeland......"

To this moment, he was trying to make their cold eyes sound excusable...... In fact, they are not unaware of the approaching storm, but they prefer to hide in that small world, wait for the rain to clear and the dust settle, and then continue to live with the world as before.

Occasionally Olin would remember that the ancestors had left Grivar so resolutely, as if it wasn't for them to survive like this...... But who can say anything so far away? What's more, he's just ...... It's just an ordinary elf.

Two months ago, an elf from Grivar appeared in the Antler Forest, claiming to be an emissary of the Silver Leaf King.

For a long time, the Forest of Antlers has welcomed many such messengers. Hundreds of years ago, Norrian also sent his younger brother to try to persuade the people of the Antler Forest to return to their warm homeland in the south to resist the invasion of the human world. Even if he was eventually rejected, the venerable elf only politely expressed regret on behalf of Norian, did not force anything, and even left a valuable gift.

And this time, the "gift" brought by the new envoy was completely unexpected.

As a leader elected rather than by blood, Parnasas was young and poised, and rarely showed too strong emotions, but that night his roar suddenly rang out, like that of a wounded beast roaring with horror and rage.

The dashing messenger flew out of the half-open window like a bird, and behind him was Pases' sky-breaking dagger.

The seemingly emaciated messenger was unusually agile. He dodged the dagger with ease, and stood back with a contemptuous smile on his lips, his richly decorated sword in his hand.

"Savages without rules. He said coldly, "Nothing a filthy dwarf would do to an emissary. ”

“...... If you really are a messenger. ”

Panasses replied.

He stood by the door, his face gloomy, and a dark mark on his waist and abdomen slowly faded.

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Nie Jiu said

Recently, my brain has been so muddy that I am sleepy every day...... I try to keep it updated as much as possible......