"The empire is divided?" said the mage embarrassedly, "there is indeed a human empire on the Western Continent. But I'm from the Eastern Continent, and there has never been a unified empire in history. ”

The old man said, "The current surface world is not connected on land, and there is a kingdom of the undead in the middle. ”

"Undead, how did I forget them. The Elven King patted his forehead abruptly, "Has the Death Realm finally arrived?"

"You also know the realm of death?" the female mage was unfamiliar with the mysterious and unfamiliar realm, "There are almost no undead in the Eastern Continent where I live. No, I've met them. I met three generals from the realm of the dead, who somehow came to the Eastern Continent and found your people. ”

Since this is the "wandering king" in front of him, according to the old goblin professor, he is the elven king of the elven "outcasts".

"The Land of the Dead, that's an interesting legend. The Elven King said with a smile.

The old man interjected: "Although they are all undead, the country of death you are talking about may not be the country of the dead in the surface world. ”

"Indeed, then let's not talk about it. Then the elven king asked Catherine, "You have met my people." How do you know it's my people?"

"It's a bit complicated to say, but on the way to my mission, I met a group of strange elves. Catherine doesn't hide it, "They are called 'West Rum,' and it is said that they have been abandoned by wandering kings. ”

The Elven King was a little silent when he heard this, and he was silent for a while and said, "O Sirum, it seems that you have really met my people. But it's not because I abandoned them that they were called that. Rather, when the people decided to follow me into the underworld, they got that name. 'West Rum' is actually a contemptuous name given to me by the other elven kings, and I am sorry for my people. ”

"Well, I'll let my memory tell you these allusions. "The Elven King seems to have lost his interest in talking.

The old man said, "Since you insist, then I will let her know some things about the past." But she's not even an ordinary elf, and I won't reveal half a cent of the secrets of the elven royal family. ”

The Elven King waved his hand, which roughly means "you can watch it", and then leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed and did not speak.

The old man stood up with his twigs, and he walked slowly and methodically to Catherine. "Human, report your name. Even though you've got permission, I'm going to give you a legitimate identity. ”

The mage said, "Catherine, Catherine from the royal city of Daxter. ”

The old man held the branch in front of the mage, "Hold it, Catherine from the royal city of Daxter." According to the laws of the Elven Court, I will bestow upon you the title of 'Friend of West Rum'. ”

Catherine stretched out her right hand and grasped the end of the branch, and a flash of light flashed from the old man's hand, and a string of ancient elven words came out along the branch. The ancient elf language climbed up the female mage's right hand, passed through the back of the hand, and finally landed on her forehead, becoming a tattoo.

The old man retracted the branch and plucked a thumb-sized green leaf from the branch. "Catherine, eat this leaf, and you'll know where West Rum came from. ”

Catherine stretched out her hand to take it, but the old man withdrew his hand and said, "As a friend of West Rum, you are obliged to do your duty as a friend. If you eat this leaf, you will also share the fate of West Rum. Do you really want to?"

"Actually, I have a friend who has been placed under house arrest by your people. If I can get out of here, I mean the Paradise of the Blasphemers, the Sea of Faith, and even the Kingdom of God, I want to be able to help my friends. The mage spoke her mind unreservedly, she had already thought of the green wind just now.

The old man looked at Catherine again cautiously, "You don't have to say what you're thinking. But your honesty has shown me responsibility. The old man put the original small leaf into his mouth, and then plucked a larger green leaf and handed it to the female mage.

"I just hope that when that day comes, you will be able to decide fairly. ”

Catherine took the leaf, "Do what I can." With that, she shoved the leaves into her mouth, chewed and swallowed slowly.

Sirum is the honorific name of the elven king in front of him, which means "mud" in the ancient elven language. Mud is a filthy and slimy thing that elves shake vigorously if they accidentally get on their hands. Therefore, the elven tribe of the West Rum branch, in the eyes of other elves, has the meaning of being thrown off, and it has become the so-called "outcasts".

Sirum was originally used by other Elven Kings to disparatively refer to their colleague who broke with them, but after the "Mud King" angrily left the Elven Empire, he simply changed his name to "Sirum" to show his break.

The inheritor of the legacy of the Elven Empire, that is, the later ancient elven civilization, is a glorious civilization created by all the elven tribes on the eastern and western continents at that time. Among them, in literature, the "Legend of the Elf King" that has been handed down to this day was born.

In fact, "The Legend of the Elven King" is a history of the Elven Empire written by all the elven tribes on the ground. Moreover, the elves are recorded with the great deeds of the major elven kings of the empire as the narrative blueprint. However, since the outcasts had already entered the underground world at that time, they completely broke with the elven tribes of the surface world. The deeds of the Mud King were not written into the original version of The Legend of the Elf King.

It wasn't until a few years later that an unknown elven poet wrote three poems about the Mud King. This is also why the styles of "Unknown Distance, the Beginning of Time", "Endless Light, The Way of the Holy Spirit" and "The Wandering King, the Road to the Curtain" are at odds with the overall narrative style of the book, and have even been described as forgeries by later generations of scholars, such as Quisling.

The mage knew the ins and outs of this, and suddenly understood why the outcasts were so different from the elves she knew. Yes, from the ground to the underground, leaving the familiar forests, grasslands, mountains and rivers, and surviving in the underground world without sunlight and harsh environment, how can we still maintain the original habit of advocating nature?

"Alas!" Catherine let out a heavy sigh as she read the stories that were circulating in her mind. From this moment on, she will also share the fate of West Rum. What do you have to do as a friend of this forsaken elven tribe?

"Second question, then Catherine, what do you want to ask the second question?" the Elven King opened his eyes, and the sigh of the mage woke him up. The way he looked at Catherine, his eyes softened, as if he were talking to a friend.

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