The autumn sun hung on time and punctually on the treetops of the Baron's mansion in Sheffield Town, like the Eagle of Green Mountain reporting intelligence. Teucer also woke up from a beautiful dream, everything seemed to be back to square one, he did not become the happy man who climbed the treetops and watched the stars with the beautiful Avina, everything in the dream was a beautiful phantom in his mind.

It's business as usual, the sky is picturesque, and all that has changed is Teucer's decline yesterday. Teucer spent a long time in the morning packing up his personal package, packing the items related to Avenna into the personal package, including a strand of her long blonde hair that had fallen from her body.

After carefully taking stock of his belongings, Teucer quickly changed into the patched leather boots he had "scooped" from the goblin caves; and quickly tied a delicate vine belt around the waist of the dark green wood elf coat he was wearing; Then he walked briskly to the simple wooden cabinet, removed his "Sword of Rebirth" from the sword stand, and stuck it at his waist; Then he paced briskly to the doorway to the hanger, and casually lifted his tan patched robe, and draped it over his body; At last he took the wooden elf longbow on his shoulder, and carried the quiver on his back; Then he jumped out of his hut in high spirits and ran towards the Baron's mansion in the center of the town not far from his Sheffield home, the Sheffield Titan Treehouse.

He galloped like a sprinter and knocked down his neighbor next to his cabin, "Good morning, Mr. Jason!" ”

His neighbor sat on the ground, grabbed a handful of fallen leaves from the ground and threw them at Teucer as he ran, shouting, "Hey! Teucer, do you have eyes on your ass? ”

"That's right! Let's just think so! I'm sorry! Without looking back, Teucer turned around the third Wood Elf house, and ran away without a trace.

Teucer followed the familiar path, and after knocking down two or three Wood Elf residents in a row, he stepped up the steps of the treehouse without breath and came to the door of Baron Wood's Titan Treehouse.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Teucer? You're here," the old Wood servant asked, puzzled, to the excited young man Trian in front of him.

"Wood, stop calling me Tuntel! I'm telling you, I'm not! I'm joining your Wood Elf army, and I'm willing to be a part of the Wood Elf Border Patrol Brigade! Instead of paying attention to the old servant's questioning, Teucer rushed straight into the Titan Tree House in the Baron's mansion, almost directly hitting Wood's body before coming to an urgent stop.

"You've finally figured it out, man." Wood's frowning look widened as Teucer arrived, "I knew you wouldn't give up on what I said yesterday." ”

"Of course, ah, glorious Baron Sheffield, Lord Wood. However, you have to retract the insult you gave me outside the door here yesterday. Teucer finally began to gasp, "And I'll tell you that I'll get enough glory from your army to impress you." ”

"Aren't you also pointing your sword at your lord? Okay, let's write it off. Come, let me see what you prepared for joining the army. Well, a decent Wood Elf longbow, I hope you don't forget to carry the quiver one day, well, this bow seems a bit awkward, it should be carried on your left shoulder instead of your right. Buddy. Wood teased a sweaty Teucer happily. His frown had been fully relaxed, and with Teucer he had a strange army to fulfill the orders of his harsh brother Frevice II, though Teucer was now a complete rookie to his regular army, "Very well, on the whole, good motivation!" ”

"Wood, sometimes I really envy you for changing your face." Teucer's rhetoric was not as light-hearted as Wood's.

"Ah, Teucer, you're still a little emotional. I can understand that, though. You come here. Wood led Teucer to his desk, and he immediately took his seat, picked up his ink-dipped multicolored quill pen and wrote beautifully on a blank wooden board, "You'll have to take this." This is the enlistment permit I issued to you, and you take it straight to the training ground camp on the southwest wall of the town and hand it over to a deputy of the squad named Legral. ”

Teucer didn't speak, he just took the permission from Wood's hand and turned to leave.

"Old friend, aren't you going to say something to me?" Wood stood up silently, while Teucer turned his back to him, "When will this be the end of our emotions?" There's something, it's not that I don't want to, it's that you have to look at yourself--" Wood stopped abruptly.

"You're going to approve of me. Now don't say the words that despise a person in your back. Your Excellency of the Nobles. Teucer said, word for word, "If you need me to take the glory of your Wood Elves and become a nobleman who is no longer a vagabond, then I will definitely use my own hands to obtain it." I'll give everything for Avanna, and I'll change your opinion. ”

"Now that you've said the following for me, go ahead and give it a try. But you can get past Legral first. Wood hesitated, but he gently put his hand on Teucer's shoulder, "Good luck, man." ”

"Thank you for your hesitant blessing." Teucer's warm hand slowly removed Wood's hand from his shoulder, and he walked down the treehouse steps without looking back.

Teucer walked through a few unfamiliar forest streets until he saw a pointing arrow on the side of the road, and walked along the direction indicated by the arrow marker, walking about 5 miles before a Wood Elf soldier training ground in the southwest of Sheffield came into view. The entire training ground is enclosed by a high wooden fence, and the stately wooden gates of the training ground are carved with unicorns and trees that resemble the flags planted on the sentry posts. At the door stood two young elven guards, with a scimitar at their waists, longbows in hand, full rattan armor, and green tree-like totems painted on their resolute faces, guarding the elven camp like statues. There are 4 wooden arrow stacks on the wooden fence, and on each wooden arrow stack, there are 2 elf guards holding wooden elf longbows and looking around vigilantly, if it weren't for a bird suddenly flying up from the treetops, Teucer obviously didn't find that in addition to the wooden arrow stacks have been guarded and patrolled by wood elf guards, there are already wood elf soldiers on the tall trees around him looking at him vigilantly, and the bows and arrows in their hands have already been aimed at this sudden visit alien.

"Stop. You probe-brained Trian. One of the Wood Elf guards saw the stranger approaching and immediately greeted him, "This is the Sheffield camp, not the place you should come, if you want to move forward, explain your purpose first." ”

Teucer showed the board* signed by Wood to one of the elven guards.

“ГАэкал，реэг。” After reading the * handed over by Tok, the Wood Elf guards shouted to the soldiers inside the Sheffield barracks gate, and the Wood Elves on the arrow stacks also turned sideways to the door to relay the message of the guards outside the door, "ГАэкал." ”

In the shouts and shouts of the Wood Elf guards, the solemn wooden door slowly opened, and the barracks was like a fortress made of a combination of wooden fences and a steep cliff standing opposite the Teucer.

Teucer silently followed the equally silent guide Wood Elf guards to a large dark green tent, outside the tent erected a well-made wooden elf flag, the sky blue banner was painted with a dark green and white shading shield, the dark green and white shading was painted with an elven tree, the crown of the tree was woven with white silver thread to symbolize the holy unicorn head, and the coat of arms was woven with gold thread to symbolize the crown of the elven throne, this exquisite flag all exuded a sacred atmosphere and the majesty of the wood elf royal family.

The Wood Elf Guard's body language was much richer than normal communication, and he gestured to Teucer outside the tent waiting for the announcement of the arrival.

"It's such a mysterious place. The soldiers' faces here look like they can be smashed with a hammer! Teucer seemed to have nothing to do in place, but he had to wait for the Wood Elf guard to announce, "Well, it's the same everywhere you are a soldier. ”

“КОез！” The Wood Elf guard opened the tent with one hand and waved at Teucer, but the call made Teucer's disgruntled heart a little more comfortable, after all, the body-language Wood Elf guard had finally used the Wood Elf honorific for him.

In the tent was a long wooden table, and in the left corner of the wooden table were stacked rolls of parchment with green ribbons, which looked like various documents in the army. In the center of the long wooden table was a beautiful wooden shelf with a multicolored quill identical to the one Teucer had seen at Wood's mansion. To the right of the wooden table is an old longbow with a black and shiny oil-stained body, the color of which indicates that this bow has accompanied its owner for many years.

Behind the long wooden table facing Teucer sat a stern-looking man Big Guy', his frost-white hair occasionally shows a little bit of long blond hair, reminiscent of a time when he was once a blonde Wood Elf warrior, his face is so deeply branded with the marks of time that apart from being able to convey his message with his blazing eyes and language as loud as a bell, his expression has been obscured by the old weathered engraving face, and although he has long ears that are characteristic of wood elves, they have been shriveled and curly by the passage of time. He stared at Teucer as if to see through Teucer's heart. Teucer felt uncomfortable under the 'big guy's gaze, and he felt himself freeze in place.

"The Baron must have introduced me to you, whether you remember my name or not," the big fellow said to Teucer.

But it's clear that this monologue from the big guy is not a self-introduction, but it just makes Teucer feel his irritability. Not only did this leave Teucer speechless, but the scene made him feel quite embarrassed.

"You're smart enough to keep silent when the chief isn't asking you. But as of today, you're a member of the Border Forest Patrol of the Elvenian Wood Elf Kingdom, and of course you're the only human here, but don't expect you to be a rare species in my eyes. If you can't complete the recruit assessment and fulfill the obligations of the recruit, then you can give me the title of 'Friend of the Elves'. The big guy's words didn't seem polite at all, and he immediately instructed the guards standing beside him: "Take this guy to the special squad in the new barracks, arrange a bed for him, and I will personally train this clumsy group of recruits tomorrow morning." So that these recruits don't scream like girls when they go into battle! ”