Ten Towns, homes for the homeless, gathering places for the homeless.

This gave Trist a glimmer of hope.

How many times has he been struck by fate? He went to many places full of hope, but was forced to leave by force. This time it will be different, Trist told himself, if even the Wanderer's Land can't accommodate him, then where else can he go?

Trist has always wanted to escape from inescapable sadness, sin, and prejudice, and hope is not a pleasant emotion for this dark elf behind bars.

Saying goodbye to the monks, Trist circled to the west, along the south side of the Spine of the World. Unbeknownst to him, there were already people following him, and more than one.

The Order of the Weeping is a group of people who have dedicated their lives to suffering, and some of their members have indeed suffered a lot. But they didn't expect that they would be treated so cruelly in the hands of the violent Roddy McGerst. After torturing the monks with some questions in their minds, Roddy also drove along the southern edge of the spine of the world towards the west.

And Hilfield, who spread his wings and took off from the outskirts of Miraba, also carried Tabasa towards the northwest wind. The cold east wind sings in their ears repeatedly, although there are still many months before winter, but the western edge of the spine of the world will not be polite to you because of the season.

The three groups of people traveled through different paths and with different purposes to enter this barren land named after the wind, Icewind Dale.

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The Cone of Kane is a high mountain that rushes into the northern tundra in the mountains.

Trist walked anxiously forward, taking the mountain peak as an indicator of where he belonged. Every time he saw the mountain, his heart was filled with uncertain hope. He embraced the wailing and chill of the cold wind, which was like a breath of freedom to Trist.

As he traveled southwest to the Ten Towns via the trading route, he encountered a number of troops, wagons, and men on horseback. By this time the sun had sunk to the west, emitting a hazy halo, and Trist wore his expensive cloak, which pulled the brim low to cover his dark skin. When rubbing shoulders with other travelers, he only gave a brief nod to him.

There are three lakes that surround the Giant Cone of Cash, a mountain that rises from flat ground to thousands of feet, and the peaks are covered with snow even in summer. Of the ten towns, only the main city, "Brynsander", was not built on the lake.

Built on a hill above the level, Brinshand's banner swayed arrogantly in the cold wind. The trading route taken by Trist leads directly to the city, which is home to the main market. Smoke rose in the distance, and Trist knew that there were several villages a few miles from the city. He thought about his itinerary for a moment, and wondered if he should go to a comparative, remote town first, rather than go directly to the capital.

"No!"

The Dark Elf said in a firm tone, and put his hand in his pocket to grasp the agate. Triste rode his horse up the hill and ran towards the city's towering gates.

"A merchant?" Two guards stood boredly in front of the city gates, and one of them asked Trist, "You're missing this year's trade season." ”

"I'm not a businessman," Trist replied softly, and when faced with this situation, his mood was much lighter. He struggled to move his trembling hands, slowly reaching for the brim.

"And where are you from?" Another guard asked. Trist lowered his hand, and the abrupt question made him feel less courageous.

"Miraba," he replied honestly, and then, before he could stop himself, before guarding the door with another distracting question, he reached for his cloak and lifted it.

The guards' eyes widened, and they immediately put their hands on the engraving on their waists.

"Don't do it!" Trist suddenly replied, "Please don't do this. ”

His tone and posture showed a tired look, but the guards couldn't understand it. Trist no longer has the strength to fight pointlessly. When confronted with goblins or brutal giants, the Dark Elf can easily draw his sword, but if an argument arises due to a misunderstanding, he will never be able to face such a person.

"I'm coming from Miraba," Trist continued, his tone softening, "I'm going to settle in Ten Towns." ”

He opened his arms and said he had no ill intentions.

The guards didn't know how to react. They were convinced that Trist was a dark elf, but they had never met anyone of this race, and their knowledge of the dark elves was limited to bedtime stories, such as the story of the elves being split in two during a great war in the past.

"You wait here," the guard whispered to his companion, who was clearly not satisfied with the order, "I'll go and inform Spokesman Cassius. ”

He slammed open the iron door, but only opened one dimension large enough for him to slip in. The guards who had been left behind stared at Trist intently, and their hands never let go of the hilt of their swords.

"If you kill me, you'll be shot through by hundreds of arrows."

The guard announced, he tried to appear confident, but his voice couldn't.

"Why would I do that?"

Trist asked innocently, and he spread his arms to indicate that he was not a threat. So far, the meeting has gone on fairly well. He had approached other villages, but the first sight of him had either fled in fright or drawn their swords.

Soon after, the guards led a man over. The man was not tall, thin, and well-groomed, and his piercing blue eyes were looking around curiously, not missing any detail.

His clothes were of good quality, and judging by the respectful attitude of the two guards, Trist knew at once that he was of high status.

He looked at Trist for a moment, thinking about what to do next.

"I'm Casios Brin. The spokesperson of Shande and the spokesperson of the chairman of the Ten Towns Council. ”

Trist nodded slightly.

"I'm Trist. Duden, from Miraba and beyond, now comes to Ten Towns. ”

"Why come?" Kesios asked sharply, trying to disarm the comer.

Trist shrugged.

"Does this need a reason?"

"If the visitor is a dark elf, it is needed."

Trist's smile relieved the spokesman, leaving the guards standing beside him speechless.

"I can't provide any reason other than that I want to come." Trist continued.

"Spokesman Casios, I've been through a lot of mountains and rivers, and I'm tired and need to rest. And I was told that Ten Towns was a land of wanderers, and there was no doubt that a dark elf on the surface was certainly a wanderer. ”

This sounded reasonable, and the observant speaker could hear the sincerity of Trist's words. Casios cupped his chin in his hand and thought about it for a moment. He wasn't afraid of the dark elves and didn't doubt his words, but he didn't want a dark elf to come in and make the city uneasy.

"You shouldn't have come to Bryn Sander"

Casios said rudely, hearing such unfair words, Trist couldn't help but frown.

"To the town of Dulin, in the forest on the north side of Lake Durden," Casios pointed north without hesitation. Then he looked south, "either to the meadic town on the south side of the Red Water Lake, or to the cave of the dogan." You won't cause much of a commotion in those towns, and you'll be less likely to get into trouble. ”

"What if they refuse to let me in?" Trist asked, "Where do I go next?" Great speaker? Will you go outside and be beaten by the wind and rain, and then expose your corpse to the wilderness? ”

"You don't understand."

"I understand," Trist interrupted, "I've had enough of these tricks. Who would welcome a dark elf? Even they have been ostracized by others and have nothing to do but live peacefully. ”

Yan Trist's tone was firm, and he didn't feel sorry for himself, and Casios knew once again that he was real.

Cassius did sympathize with his situation. He himself had been an outcast, driven to the end of the world, Icewind Dale in search of his home. Icewind Dale is the last hope for the outcasts, and there is nowhere else. Then another thought appeared in Caisius's mind, which might solve this difficult problem that troubled his conscience.

"How long have you been living on the surface?" Casios asked with interest.

Trist pondered for a moment, wondering what the purpose of the speaker was.

"It's been seven years"

He replied.

"Are they all in the North?"

"Yes."

"And you have never found a home, and no village has ever taken you in," said Casios.

"And you can survive the harsh winter and surrounded by many enemies. You're good at using a scimitar at your waist, aren't you? ”

"I'm a ranger," Trist replied truthfully.

"It's a rare profession for the Dark Elves," said Cassius.

"I'm a Ranger," Trist repeated, in a tougher tone, "Specialized in nature, and the use of my weapons"

"I don't doubt what you mean," Casios thought. He paused, and then "There's a place for you to live, and it's very private. ”

The spokesman led Trist to the cobblestone slopes of the giant cone of Kane to the north.

"At the back of the dwarven tribe," explained Kesios, "and walk through the tundra." If someone can help guard the hillside to the north, it will also be good for the Ten Towns. Trouble often comes from there. ”

"I'm looking for a home," Trist interrupted, "but you gave me a cave in a rock pile, and I have to work for you for free"

But in fact, due to the Ranger's personality, this job is quite appealing to Trist.

"Do you need me to remind you that your situation is different from others?" Kesios replied, "I won't let a roaming dark elf enter Bryn Xander!" ”

"Does the average person have to prove his innocence?"

"The average person is not as notorious as you," Cassius said bluntly.

"If I welcome you so generously, and open the door on the basis of your words alone, will you find a home here? We all know it psychologically, dark elves. Wherever you go, you will cause a commotion, and no matter what you do or what your purpose is, you will be forced to fight against others. ”

"Every town is the same," continued Cassius, thinking that these words must have shaken the homeless dark elf, "I offer you a gravel-strewn cave on the border of the Ten Towns, where your reputation depends on your performance, not the color of your skin. Is such a proposal not bad? ”

"I need some gear," Trist took Casios' advice, "and what about my horse?" I guess the steep slopes in the mountains aren't for this guy. ”

"Then sell the horse," Cassius. "My guards will help you get a reasonable price and buy you the essentials."

Trist considered the proposal and handed the rope to Casios.

Then the spokesman left, thinking he was really smart. In this way, not only did he prevent the immediate crisis, but he also persuaded Trist to help him guard the border, where Bruno was. Warhammer and his group of poker-faced dwarves will surely keep a good eye on the dark elves and won't let him get into any trouble.

……………… A certain snake ..................

Well, today I found some information in preparation for the update of "Academy 3", and tomorrow "Academy 3" will be updated four times in a row. The old man even went to revisit "Shuke Beta" and was drunk. (Is there a bad premonition 233)

So I only lost one chapter of "Blue Eyes" today.

Galaxy will return to Blue-Eyes for a cameo in Icewind Dale.

However, the biography of Tabasa as the protagonist may have to be done within ten chapters. After that, I will write the story between the two Gaiden, that is, the story of Galaxy and Dorag Face. Originally, I was going to put this story in "Galaxy", but since someone mentioned it, let's put it here. Then the last biography was written directly.

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