"The history of the 'elf' kingdom is almost as old as this continent," said Haim at night, while 'firing' the wood in the fire around the roaring campfire, "While they have created a brilliant civilization, the other intelligent races on this continent are still struggling to survive, and if they want, the 'elves' can even rule the entire continent." ”

Heim's gaze looked at Rhaeggar, the former god of judgment who knew the most about the ancient times here, and he nodded lightly, agreeing with the statement of the 'elf' spirit, "As the darlings of nature, they have extraordinary talents, and they have reached considerable heights before many races have produced civilizations, which is a remarkable race. ”

"It's also a proud and stubborn race. Heim said that after the terrible catastrophe, the red-haired 'elves' have been soberly aware of their fatal flaws, and in fact, their ostracism by other 'elves' has a lot to do with this, "My ancestors despised almost all other intelligent beings except the gods, and after the fall of the gods, they arrogantly believed that they were already the noblest race in the world, and it was this idea that brought the destruction of the 'elf' kingdom." ”

His voice trembled a little, and the images inherited from the memories of his ancestors unfolded before his eyes again, which had been the absolute secrets of the red-haired 'elves', but now, after a conflict with his former compatriots, Haim suddenly realized that he had an obligation to tell everything he knew in front of his companions, who were about to face a terrible existence for his own sake.

"My ancestors did not put away their pride because of the fall of the god of nature who had blessed us, but when a group of priests of the god of nature rushed to the kingdom of the spirits and 'entrusted' them with a very important task, they became even more convinced that they were the greatest creatures in the world, because even the safety of the gods was in their hands. Heim said in a low voice, subconsciously throwing a piece of dry wood into the fire, "but they don't know what kind of danger this seemingly great task contains." ”

The light of the dancing fire left a series of 'shadows' on Haim's face, and although he did not witness the terrible catastrophe, he could still clearly feel the fear and helplessness of their ancestors from the memories passed down from their ancestors.

"About two thousand years after the War of the Gods, the spirit kingdom reached its heyday, and although without the help and protection of the gods of nature, my ancestors were still far ahead of any race on the continent, but it was because of this strength that Pride 'blinded' them - they thought they could control everything, and regardless of the possible risks, they summoned the spirit of thunder and lightning from some unknown space. My ancestors thought they could easily tame this powerful being, but they were wrong, and the offended Thunderbolt Spirit poured out its fury on the 'Spirits' without reservation, and the thunder and lightning destroyed the entire kingdom's capital. In the firelight, Haim's distorted face could be seen clearly, and the memory imprinted in his soul made him empathize with the scene.

"Ninety percent of the strong spirits of the 'spirits' were killed in that disaster, and even the temple of the god of nature was overrun by the spirits of thunder and lightning, and my compatriots insist that all this is due to the majesty of we, the royal family of the 'spirits', the blasphemous gods. Heim's voice was filled with resentment and reluctance, "The red-haired elves have been expelled from the elves of the elves and we are regarded as traitors by the world, and the elves regard us as an inferior people, and because of this, each generation of red-haired elf heirs will be given an almost impossible mission to destroy the lightning spirits and reclaim their own territory. ”

"In other words, you are the heir to this generation of red-haired 'elves'," Willy carefully worded, ready to divert Heim's attention from the memories, "What shall we call you? Prince, or Your Majesty?"

"The position of 'elves' is never hereditary," said Heim, "and only the best of the race will be chosen as successors, either on various missions or to join an organization." It is not until the elders believe that he is qualified, or that he has received a summoning order due to an emergency, that they can return to the seat of the tribe and take up certain positions, and only the greatest of them can be chosen as the leader of the next generation. But even so, after he actually took over that position, he would still not enjoy the life of those human nobles, unless he took over as a leader, and the so-called heirs were only the most ordinary people until then. ”

"We'd better wait and talk about the system of the 'elves'," Rhaegar said suddenly, "We've got a guest coming. ”

When a group of explorers dressed in black "color" quietly approached the fire with the help of night "color" and the cover of the jungle, they saw the companions of the expedition team who were waiting for the battle.

"Kill them. Although the performance of the companions surprised the other party, after a moment of hesitation, one of the explorers who seemed to be the leader gave the order, and dozens of crossbow arrows immediately 'fired' out of the hands of the man in black and flew towards the companions who were in the encirclement.

"I said," said a tall, lanky man in black as the bolts flew out, "and you will pay for your actions, you red-haired dog!"

An invisible barrier quietly appeared on the periphery of the companions, and the crossbow arrows that could penetrate the thickest armor did not produce the slightest image of this magical barrier, and almost at the same time as all the crossbow arrows landed, more than a dozen green 'colored' rays of light streaked across the night sky and landed accurately among the sneak attackers.

The power of the long arrows 'shot' by the Alor Divine Bow, which was fused with Haim, far exceeded the crossbow arrows of those men in black, and it was obvious that there was not a forbidden mage like Rhaegar among those people, but in an instant, the *** surrounding the partners was thinned out by nearly half, and all those who were hit by the green light, including Cologne, all lost their lives.

"That's exactly what I wanted!" After a year of non-stop fighting in that mysterious space that Rhaegar had set up—he now knew it was just an illusion constructed by the geys in their 'spirit' world—the warlike blood in the Tomahawk's body was completely 'stirred', and for the dwarf, battle had become an indispensable part of his life. "They're mine, no one is allowed to rob them!" the dwarf roared, his body swept like a whirlwind through the black-clad men who had not yet recovered from the shock, like a joyful farmer brandishing a scythe into the harvest field.