Nilda Gang is the southernmost Wood Elf city on the Talk continent, and he is in a place that the Wood Elves call "ОПадраме", which means Frozen Country.

The Trians always like to transliterate directly, calling this little visited place by the Trians as "O-Edpam", which stretches from the Arral Valley in the north to the city of Nildagon in the south, spanning more than 800 miles.

On the side of the Arral Valley, the great river known as the White Dragon's Blood flows from the East Unocal Sea, it accompanies the extended continent and flows all the way to the south of the city of Nildagang, and the cold-loving cedar grows densely on the banks of the White Dragon's Blood River.

Facing south along the river, in the middle of the White Dragon Blood River, there is a high mountain that enters the clouds, and the river flowing under the glacier not only carries the flow of life in the south, but also carries the ancient memories of the wood elves. The majestic snow-covered mountains always remind the passing Wood Elves of that thrilling legend, even if no druid acknowledges the truth of this legend, but the name of Dragonwhistling Mountain is passed down by all the Wood Elves in the Oedpam area, and almost no Wood Elves do not know it, but this legend has never been used by Wood Elves to scare disobedient children.

At the end of the White Dragon Blood River, behind a cedar forest, the ancient city in the south quietly appeared. The old stone wall rock is hung upside down with ice picks that do not melt all year round, and some of the ice picks are exaggerated from the bottom of the shooting wall on the stone tower to the snow outside the stone wall.

Follow the path that you have stepped out of the city, and you can see the cold boulder gate. On the castle wall between the towers on both sides of the gate, there is a stout cedar wooden bracket, on which hangs a bronze bell almost sealed by ice and snow, and when the cold wind blows, the slight swing of the bronze bell swayes and drags the memory of this southern city back hundreds of years ago, the time of the Maharaja of Colin.

It was a martial era, and although hundreds of years have passed, the fierce folk customs of Nierdagang still continue to this day, just like those days. The martial snow elves looked strong and unkempt. Although their martial arts may be due to the harsh natural conditions in the south, which forced them to forge a lifetime of agility and martial arts in this treacherous environment, the wood elves here have never complained about such a life.

The Wood Elf King's vanguard forbidden army rode all the way to convey the news of the Wood Elf King's personal arrival, and such a sensational news was soon passed on to each other in the mouths of the Wood Elves in the south, until it was transmitted to every corner of Nilda Gang City, and even Snowdang, who was about a hundred miles north of Nildagang, also caused a sensation, and the Wood Elf King was about to come in person, which shocked the mood of every Wood Elf living here.

The low dragon roar that rode the wind from the Storm Mountain Cliffs at night had already startled these southern wood elves from exhaustion. But the wood elf king Sheffield I, who was about to bring a whole army of wood elves forbidden army, let the source of their fear gradually dissipate, and the wood elves in the city of Nilda Gang lit bonfires made of cedar wood in the wind and snow door to door, and danced the blade dance in twos and threes, and even the tavern was very lively, and the bards of the wood elves seemed to be excited to find new insights and materials, playing and singing some tragic music.

The bustle diluted all fear, and even the unsettling sounds of the Southern Wood Elves were drowned out by the sounds of music and dance.

Early one morning, the army of Nilda Gang lined up to open the gates of the town, and they stood straight, their rattan armor covered with medals of war exploits, and the weapons they hung from their waists were polished like new, like a bright crescent moon. A small black dot appeared on the snow-covered road outside the south gate of Nilda Height, and as time went on, the small black dot turned into a line of forbidden cavalry slowly walking towards Nilda Height, they held high the tree-patterned unicorn king banner in their hands, and at the front were His Majesty King Wood of Elvenia, his silver glittering elf king armor was draped in a thick snow fox fur coat, and the snow fox fur coat was followed by a long dark green gold-trimmed embroidered cloak, and he rode his horse elegantly. The Wood Elf subjects and soldiers who were waiting in line on both sides of his path bowed their heads, waved their scimitars, and pleaded their kings to be blessed by Forrester forever.

The city of Nilda Gang is very different from the scene of Sheffield, Unocal and Sethal in that there are no tree houses here, wooden houses are used as dwellings and mansions, but all antique stone houses built of stone, the cracks in the foundation of the cobblestone walls are mixed with traces of snow, the green tiles make the roof hide in the thick snow, and the doors made of cedar wood are almost all closed, which looks quite thick, undoubtedly made to keep warm. Almost every house has a leather rack outside the door, on which are stretched animal skins to be made. And then there's the ice-carved top of the castle in the heart of the city, which is deserted by snow all year round, and although the keeper lives in the lord's longstone house, which is very close to the top of the ice, it obviously doesn't add much life to one of the oldest possessions of the Hunter family.

One of the elder Wood Elves in the crowd of Wood Elves caught Wood's attention, and he kept looking at Wood with a graceful smile on his face, as if he was nodding his head and blessings in his mouth, and a young druid next to him was even more excited and almost burst into tears, because he knew that the King's presence had brought this remote town back to life and vitality.

Wood Elf King Wood, who was marching with the honor guard of the opening path, gently grabbed the reins, and all the honor guards and forbidden soldiers stopped, he rolled down from the holiness, and walked quickly to the smiling elder behind the wood elf subjects, he pushed aside the crowd of subjects, and walked straight to the wood elf elder, he kissed the wood elf elder's forehead.

"Elder Helger, it's a pleasure to see you here!" Wood stretched out his arms and grabbed the old hands of the elder wood elves, which were covered with the marks of time.

"Your Majesty, I am thrilled that you have come to inspire your subjects. It had been a hundred and thirty years since a king had been visited, and the subjects here did not want to see the dignity of their king, but the distance between Nilda Gang and the royal city of Unocal was so far away, and their Wood Elf King was so far away from them, they were like children without a father's care, they only talked about their king, but they had rarely seen it, and the king of the Wood Elves seemed to them like a legendary sea of beautiful flowers. Elder Helger placed a quaint ivy-woven bracelet on Wood's wrist, which was rarely seen in the snow.

"This is a mistake made by the Hunters, but I am working to remedy it. Hopefully, it's not too late. Wood smiled and nodded to Elder Helger, stroking the old carved lines of the ivy bracelet on his wrist with one hand to show his gratitude for Elder Helger's gift. As the Wood Elf King, it is also my duty to inspire my subjects, and I hope that the arrival of me and the soldiers of my Forbidden Army will make the 'wind howl' sound of the Storm Mountain Cliff forgotten by my subjects, and I want my subjects to know that they have not been abandoned by the Wood Elves of Erwinia, but on the contrary, the people of Erwinia no longer care about them all the time. ”

"But Your Majesty. The signs of the stars are difficult to change, and this is the fate of His Majesty. Helger whispered to Wood King, "Just as I calculated that you had come to Nildagang, you are ready to accept the history that this land bears. ”

There was a hint of displeasure on Wood's face, but he was seen by Elder Helger, and these expressions seemed to be unable to escape the keen gaze of the druid elder.

"If you still have doubts about my prophecy, why don't I talk about the precious 'ring' that you wear on your left index finger. The Trian who gave you the ring was not dead, but his star moved into the shadows of the sky, and he dimmed and hid himself in the sky. As a result, his soul was suffering from hell. It's like I see through the glittering light of it on your finger that you are about to go through the fate you have to go through. Elder Helger's expression was very natural and pointed to Sheffield I's left index finger to breathe in Sheffield I, and sighed meaningfully.

"Thank you for the reminder, Elder Helger." Wood forced a smile to hide his surprise, he saw something strange on the ring, the emerald set in Sheffield's breath was indeed different from before, he shimmered imperceptibly, and this ring, from his 'dead' friend Tork Hovent, "I think I have to go." ”

Wood barely dared to look directly into Elder Helger's eyes as if some natural spell had revealed his past. With a wave of his hand, he quickly turned around, leaped into the strong holiness again, and rode slowly to the somewhat cold Castle of Nilda Ridge - the top of the ice sculpture - with the blessings of his subjects, and from time to time he glanced back at the gaze of the druid elders.

The night of Nilda Gang is no longer silent, since the arrival of His Majesty the Wood Elves, the night here has been added to the light of fire, the cold stone houses are illuminated by the bonfire, the wood elves roast snow wolf meat skewers, dance in the bonfire hoop, drink snow berry wine and talk happily, play to their heart's content, as if the rumbling wind is long gone; The bards of the south were even more drunk, playing the strings by the fire on an empty night, singing their own melodious songs, and using the lingua franca that is rarely heard here:

Nilda Gangxue's hometown,

Once upon a time the night was lonely.

Snow as a companion mountain rock as a home,

I only heard the dragon chant and panicked.

The blade is trembling and shining,

No intention to sleep peacefully and be irritable all day.

His Majesty the King is here,

The lands of the South are delighted.

One hundred and thirty years of terra nullius,

Now return to the house of the elves.

Golden crown silver king armor,

Snow fox coat with gold rim and green robe.

He rode on a high-headed holy horse,

Sprinkled blessings O'Sarah.

The whole city rejoiced and the dragon chanted no more,

Nilda Gang is bright at night!

Nilda Gang is bright at night!