"Stop!" a commanding voice reached the ears of the four mercenaries who were frantically fleeing for their lives.

The four mercenaries immediately stopped and looked at the mercenaries in front of them.

"What have you discovered, you are so panicked" Madifen glared at the four of them, as if they were looking at four wild dogs that had fled into the desert.

He really looks down on this kind of mercenary who will become a mass of scattered sand when he encounters a strong enemy, which is like an army, even if he encounters a 7th-order powerhouse, as long as the number of troops is enough, they dare to move forward bravely.

Looking at the more than thirty peers with grim expressions, the leading mercenary Tex stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "A necromancer has appeared in front, and it is the controller of the undead dragon."

"Necromancer, what level of strength?"

“...... Fifth Order" the mercenary replied after a moment of silence.

He didn't say the true strength of the necromancer, but greatly suppressed his strength, because Madifen's eyes made him feel very unhappy...... A look at the waste, especially the ridicule they had just passed through the black-haired and black-eyed woman, saying that if they didn't hurry up, they would kill them, which really made him hold a fire in his heart and had nowhere to release, and their mercenaries also had dignity.

"It's only the fifth order to scare you like this, are you really the third order," Ma Difen said arrogantly.

"The necromancer is not far ahead, you guys are too late to go, he probably ran away, take the undead dragon with him," Tex turned his head and pointed in the direction of the cave.

Madifen snorted coldly and ordered: "Show us the way"

"What!?can't be, we're never going back," the four mercenaries shook their heads, they would never face the necromancer again, the fear of undead magic was deeply imprinted in their minds.

"Don't want to go back, do you want to die?" said Madifen's eyes with a hint of banter.

The four of them took a step back at the same time, only to find that the four of them had been surrounded by more than thirty mercenary groups at some point.

"Okay, let's lead the way" Turks gritted his teeth and agreed, no way, in this kind of wilderness jungle, only strength has the final say.

........

Ravel fell to his knees at this point, burst into tears and wept in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, I should have gone back...... Should go back ......"

"Ravel, what's wrong?" a gentle voice came into his ears.

Eight-year-old Ravel looked up and looked at his mother, Navila, a pure forest elf.

Ravel's delicate face had two lines of tears, and he said weakly: "Dogs, they bullied me again"

When he was a child, Ravel was a little thin and weak, and he couldn't beat the human children in the same village at all. Especially because his ears are a little sharper than normal, so that everyone looks like they are pointing at him.

“...... Why fight?" his mother said softly, wiping Ravel's tears away.

"They scolded you, saying that you often don't go out of the house, and that you live in such a remote location, it must be a ...... also, the scourge of their village"

"What is it?"

Ravel hesitated for a moment, then said, "Old ...... Old witch, mother is so beautiful"

Navira sighed deeply, "Was it your hand that made the first move?"

Ravel nodded embarrassedly, and then defended himself again: "Yes, it's just that they scolded people first, so I started beating people." ”

"Remember in the future, you are not allowed to hit people"

Ravel looked at his mother in bewilderment, and he remembered that her mother was always so gentle: "But they are scolding her...... And me, and I won't scold back"

"Then make peace with them, and I'm sure they'll make a difference for you."

"Oh" Ravel lowered his head, before he had scolded others, and his mother immediately told him not to swear, and now he was not allowed to hit. What should he do when others scold him and beat him, and blindly tolerate it......

"Mother, I want to go back to the Flower Language Forest, where the people are much better than here, at least they won't scold or beat people. ”

His mother had taken him to the Flower Language Forest once, and he had lived there for a while, and the people there had pointed ears, green eyes and hair, and a very gentle and kind personality.

The children of the same age there also looked at his blue eyes and ears curiously, and treated him very sincerely, did they give him something to eat...... It's just that the adults always frown when they look at him.

In the end, his mother took him out of the Flower Language Forest, and when he asked why, Kornavera just smiled wryly and shook her head, saying that he would know about it later.

Navira sighed again, with a hint of nostalgia in her green eyes: "Yes, indeed, the people there, I should say that the elves, are much better than the humans here."

"Elves, is it just the same elves as his mother," Ravel looked at his mother's pointed ears and touched his own.

"Yes, if you want to go to the Flower Language Forest, when you become a kind human in the future, maybe you can go"

A year ago, he and his mother moved to this remote village, but he never got along with the children around him, and his mother always taught him not to fight, not to swear, and to be kind to everyone around him. But none of the children in the countryside are the kind of people who have a very lively and playful personality.

They often scratched Ravel's ears, and he endured the pain when they scratched him, seeing his delicate face, saying that he was a sissy, scolding him, he did not dare to reply, thinking that he was cowardly, and he shared delicious food, and others thought that he was trying to please them, so everyone looked down on Ravel even more.

His mother was also not easy to show up in public, and he was bullied without adults to help him. He didn't dare to ask who his father was, for he had asked once before, and Navila's face turned very pale as if she had been struck by something.

Navira sighed and said softly, "Well, I'll teach you magic so you can protect yourself"

"Magic!?is it the kind of magic that grows green vines?" Ravel had seen other elves cast magic in the Flower Language Forest, and he had been fascinated by this kind of magic at the time.

"Yes, but you have to promise me something, or I won't teach you magic," Navira continued.

"Whatever happens, I'll say yes," Ravel affirmed.

"Then you promise your mother that after learning magic, you are not allowed to bully the weak, magic is used to protect yourself"

"Bully the weak, the weak include the dogs, do they?"

"That's right"

"Okay, I promise you"

Mother smiled slightly, and Ravel will never forget that smile to this day....

In the days that followed, Ravel spent most of his day learning magic from his mother, while also distancing himself from his peers.

Finally, when he became a low-level mage of the First Order, Ravel happily walked out of the room. This time he was full of confidence in himself, like a child who got a fun toy and couldn't help but show off to his fellow villagers.

"Yo, Ravel, I'm finally willing to leave you with that old witch mother" The dog's strange voice reached Ravel's ears, instantly extinguishing the excitement in his heart.

"Hehe, the two of them must have been doing something unsightly these past few months"

"yes, yes, leave him alone, no, stay with the old witch, haha"

"Don't stay in our village, get out of here...... Outsiders, you are not uncommon here."

Like a knife, a sentence plunged straight into Ravel's heart, and a feeling of suffocation rushed to his brain, making him feel dizzy...... Why do you speculate so maliciously about him and Navila, obviously I didn't do anything to be sorry for you, obviously I never scolded anyone, obviously I just want to be friendly with you, why......

After a while, Ravel came to his senses, ignoring the still taunting crowd, and with a thick gloom in his eyes, he turned and walked alone to his cabin.

"Haha, I went to do something unseemly again"

", get out of this place......"

......

"What's the matter, Ravel, why did you come back so early, are you okay with them?" asked Navela softly as she entered.

"It's nothing, they've all gone to the fields today, and they don't have time to watch my show," Ravel said to Navela with a sunny smile. He didn't want to make his mother sigh......

After another three years, Ravel successfully advanced to the rank of second-order wood magician. He didn't play with other children anymore, and others ignored him, but he always liked to laugh at him behind his back, and sometimes when Ravel heard it, he just frowned and walked away silently.

This made others mock him more blatantly, and even insulted his mother from time to time, so that he could not resist wanting to hang these annoying children with vines several times.

But when he thought of his mother's gentle face, he held back again, and he promised his mother that he would not bully these weak children. And he has been completely disappointed in these humans, he wants to be the kind human in Navila's mouth, and he wants to one day enter the Forest of Flowers, where there is a heavenly existence.

Suddenly, one day, a group of children came to his door, saying that they wanted to lift the veil of the old witch.

"Tear down the door, tear down this wooden house"

"Old witch, old witch, kill old witch"

Hearing the noise outside, Navira frowned slightly and asked Ravel, who was meditating, "What's wrong with them?

"No, we've been getting along very well lately," Ravel said after pausing to meditate, his face blank, but his heart was full of hatred.

In the past few years, he has always blindly endured, but he has made them gain an inch, and now he has actually made trouble at his doorstep, which is really unbearable for him now.

"Mother, I'll go and 'explain' it to them," Ravel said lightly, walking towards the door, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Remember not to use magic," Navira kindly reminded.

Ravel stopped, gritted his teeth, and the murderous intent in his eyes faded.

"Stop, what are you going to do," Ravel yelled, pushing open the door, he hadn't spoken so loudly in years.

Many of the children were slightly stunned by the yell, but recovered immediately

The dog had a disdainful smile on his face: "Yo, the old witch's son has finally come out"

"Are they doing witchcraft that makes people's ears longer?" said a child with a hippie smile.

"Isn't the old witch wrinkled, hey, veiled?"

"Please...... Get out of here" Ravel's face turned pale, but he still controlled the politeness of his words, and his mother watched from behind him.

"If you tell us to go, we'll go, who do you think you are?"

"Haha, you think you're a nobleman, cut, a beggar with no place to live"

Ravel felt his hands tremble unusually and his green eyes glistened with tears of humiliation, and he was finally on the verge of exploding.

His mother's soft, unadulterated voice reached his ears, instantly pulling Ravel back from the brink of rage: "I just want to see my face, just show you"

I saw the wooden door slowly open, and the familiar figure was behind it. Seeing the 'old witch' finally appear, the children held their breath.

Navira slowly removed her veil, her fairy-like countenance made all the children gasp, the elf's delicate face did not show a trace of wrinkles, and her green eyes were clear, looking at them peacefully, as if she had not heard their insulting words.

"It's so beautiful."

"yes, more beautiful than my sister"

The children exclaimed one after another, causing Ravel's frowning brow to slow down gradually, yes, in his eyes, his mother was indeed the most beautiful.

"Now that you've seen it, shouldn't you also go home and study hard," Navira put on her veil again, hiding her beautiful face.

The children were embarrassed to continue to ask, and left with their heads touched.

"Ravel, you see, they are just children, their nature is not too bad, try to be friendly with them in the future" The gentle voice came again.

Ravel nodded, a small smile on his face.