Inside Sheffield's Titan Treehouse, the air was dreary, partly because of the worried Wood, and partly because of Avanna's crying.

"Ah, isn't this the glorious Baron? Excuse me, I think I'm here to find your sister. Troyana shook her long, straight black hair, and her eyes always looked so amorous.

"Miss 'Heartthrob' of the Morn family, I'm afraid you can only see me today, but not my sister. But I still want you to see her, she's upstairs, but she doesn't want to see anyone. If you can help bring this plate of Wood Elf dumplings to my sister, even if I owe you a favor. Wood's face was not very good, but he saw Troyana as if he were his savior, and he pointed to the plate of wood elf balls in front of his desk with a look that was almost pleading.

"I say, why are you, Your Excellency the Baron, speaking so softly to me today." Troana walked straight to Wood's desk and picked up the plate of Wood Elf dumplings, "What the hell did you do to my dear Miss Evenna?" I think she's always been a pretty optimistic person, and something really bad must have happened to her like she is today. I'm her best friend. Girlfriends always know everything about girlfriends. ”

"Troana, now I don't want to answer these questions of yours, anyway, I beg you to help me get this plate of food upstairs, it's as simple as that!" Wood frowned, he deliberately turned his face, he didn't want to meet Troana's eyes.

"Alas, some people don't say what they think in their hearts, and some people know it in their hearts, but they pretend not to know. My poor fate, the women of the Morn family are always in high demand among the Elvenian nobility. So I'm not in a hurry at all, I have to calm down and pick slowly, today I was arranged by my father to meet the son of the governor of the city of Sattaral, but he obviously does not have outstanding thinking skills, the last time I saw a guy who only understands power and money, alas, there are hundreds of people, all kinds of people, and the nobles waiting in line behind me can not say that they can go around the Unocal royal city, and there is no problem in going around the jungle of Sheffield. Troana pouted slightly at Wood, and turned to walk towards Evenna's second-floor boudoir.

"You!" Wood almost became angry, but choked back the breath. "Troana, if you can meet my sister, remind her to drink some honey water while eating these wood elf dumplings. If not, I retract my request to you. ”

"Your royal family is so snobbish. It seems that there is a very uncomfortable line missing from what you just said, I am here to find your sister, not to talk to you! Mr. Wood! I think your words are a bit too much! Your Excellency! Troana didn't look back, and walked straight up the spiral stairs of the Titan Treehouse.

"How come the women of the Morn family are so virtuous!" Wood had to swallow his breath, who told him that whenever he saw Troana, the eldest daughter of the Morne family, his mouth could not keep up with the rhythm of his thoughts.

"Young Master! Master! A giant eagle brought us news. The old servant, Squire Setarman, wielding a strip of dark green cloth in his hand, stumbled up the wooden staircase with all his might.

"I don't have time to watch it right now! Troana! Have you seen my sister? Wood shouted upstairs with his voice open, only to hear the door slam as if it were an answer to his question.

"Look, young master, who wrote this?" The old servant, Squire Setalman, spread out the dark green strip of cloth that he waved in his hand.

"Who? Could it be that Teucer can't make it? The annoyance and unhappiness in Wood's heart seemed to be dispelled by the handwriting in the dark green cloth in Squire Setalman's hand, and his spirit was lifted, "I don't seem to see clearly, come and take a look." ”

"Yes, young master!" Squire Setalman held the strip of cloth in his hand, carefully unfolded it, and laid it flat on Wood's desk.

This thing clearly came from the cuffs of the torn Wood Elf's underlined shirt, the dark green strip of cloth was crumpled, its perimeter was covered in dried blood and sludge, the most conspicuous was the text in the middle of the strip, which was written in blood like an ant crawling in the Elwinian Wood Elven language, the font was skewed and trembling as if it were due to an unusual emergency:

“ЫКел，ЗТгкапч。 ТОк”

The short text made Wood's back tingle and a cold sweat broke out.

“ЫКел，ЫКел。 ЫКел！ My Forrestal! He remembered an old tome he had read in the Druid Cabinet in Unocal City, a book called "Studies in the Dark Arts" signed by the First Age Druid Elder Awakened Ones, which vaguely recorded a few words about the god of death, "The god of death, also known as the Demon Lord of Trion, is an emotionless being made up of two unknown words called nanotitanium and artificialintelligence. Wood meditated on the lines of the ancient tome, and the words behind the book seemed to come alive in his mind.

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"It's terrifying, ЫКел, it's clearly a kind of dark magic from Lord Trian! The Lord of Trian was surrounded by warriors who had shed their blood for us, but they had awakened from their deaths and become madmen who had bitten their mouths like hungry wolves, and even though we had shot with our bows and slashed with our knives, they were still unafraid to move forward full of rickety creatures, and the mountains were like a graveyard, and we hid in the jungle, climbed up the treetops, and waited, waiting for the slow-moving madmen with only brute force to finally rot in the mud and turn into the bones of Sensen. ”

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"Squire Setalman, have you ever heard of the dark magic of 'ЫКел'?" Wood tentatively questioned his loyal old servant.

"Young Master, is it possible that the 'ЫКел' you said can turn Trians and Wood Elves into bloodthirsty monsters, and if they are bitten or scratched by bloodthirsty monsters, they will also become the same kind of bloodthirsty monsters as something unimaginable?" Squire Setalman's eyes widened so that the wrinkles on his forehead became even deeper.

Wood nodded affirmatively like his old servant, and quietly put away the strip of blood cloth written by Teucer and placed it in his arms.

"Young master, for this kind of mysterious thing, I have only seen it in the druid's books, but I forget which one, it seems that there is indeed such a kind of black magic, he is from the Terrian Demon Lord of the Shadow Lands, I'm sorry, young master, I have just seen the content on the cloth. I don't think I should have read it beforehand. Squire Settalman noticed Wood's movements and slowly lowered his head, "Perhaps, our Sheffield territory has really encountered such incredible misfortune. ”

"Now that you know the contents of this strip of blood, rot it in your heart. I don't want my sister Avanna or anyone else to know about it. Wood's deep eyes sharpened, and he looked directly at his old servant, "You know some rules, Squire. Go ahead, and be sure to tell our Sheffield garrison to close the main road in and out of Sheffield, and not allow anyone, including my sister and Troana, to go out of Sheffield Town even a step. When necessary, I will reveal the truth to all the Wood Elves. ”

"Young master, the old slave will do it immediately." Squire Setalman nodded with a gloomy face.

"Ah, by the way, Squire, what would you do if someone asked you why we were doing this?" Wood looked coldly at his old servant.

"Young Master, if anyone asks, I will answer them like this, the Entel Territory of the Kingdom of Rinston is currently at war, and in order to avoid the attack of those lost stragglers on Elwinia and the possible invasion of the Demon Lord of the Shadow Lands, we have to temporarily close all channels of communication with the outside world." Squire Setarman is quite experienced in dealing with these confidential matters.

"I have full confidence in you. In addition, you must help me relay a message from your courier to the Legral team of the Sheffield Green Camp at once, telling him to come to me. Wood finally nodded reassuringly, and Squire Setarman immediately turned and walked out of the Titan Treehouse in the Baron's Mansion.

After Squire Sethalman left, Wood began to look preoccupied again, his expression solemn, his golden brow almost together, and his mind came back to the explanations of ЫКел in the book "On the Study of the Dark Arts" over and over again, these terrible descriptions made Wood's hands tremble, but from time to time he took out the strip of blood that Teucer had written, and looked at the brief description of the deal. ЫКел's method, his mind was a little more settled, even now that the accident was clear, but after all, Wood's heart hung by a thread because he didn't know much about ЫКел'.

With a 'squeak' sound coming from the attic of the top of the Titan Treehouse, Avena's boudoir, Troana slowly walked down the spiraling wooden steps of the Titan Treehouse, "Avena has already eaten the wood elf dumplings you sent, but she can't make up for her wounded heart." ”

"Oh, really? Thank you so much, Troana. Wood tried to put on a normal expression, hiding everything he had just learned.

"Don't thank me, I see that your sister who drills branches can't pull her back from her before with nine horses, it's really pitiful." Troyana glared at Wood, "It's still a good thing that your brother did." As for me, I don't want to ask too much about your family, I'm just an outsider to the Morn family, and I don't want to know too much. You! ”

"I believe that time can make everything go away." Wood tried not to look at Troana's chagrined eyes.

"I hope so, that Forrest and time will heal these deep wounds." Troana stopped gracefully and stood in the doorway of the Titan Treehouse, but she didn't intend to turn to look at Wood's face.

"Anyway, I have to thank you for letting my sister eat something." Wood's eyes dodged, but there was an indescribable hint of expectation in his words.

"I can't get enough of your gratitude, Honorable Baron, for some of your rough practices have ruined an irreparable sincere relationship. Forget it, I'm an outsider and shouldn't talk about this to you. "Troyana seemed ready to leave.

"Troana, there are some things that are difficult to solve in the relationship between men and women." Wood sprang out of his mouth.

"Your sister isn't a pawn in your life, just like I hate the red tape of the Morne." There was a strong irony in Troana's words, "Wood, I feel more and more that your character is the same as those nobles I see every day, and your sister and I are true best friends, not like you as her brother!" My Evenna, poor dear son! A pair of tragic young people are always so entangled! ”

Wood's face flushed, his fists clenched, and he suddenly jumped up from the Aoki chair, but he froze in place, just silently watching Troana's departing back, until the icy mist of the fountain in the square obscured his wonderful figure.

"There are some things that you women will never understand! Including you, Troyana, who is a nobleman! It's a pity" he held back the aggrieved thoughts in his heart, he turned back to his Aoki chair, sat down, he cleaned up his mood, lay on the desk, picked up the rare multicolored quills on the desk, and picked up a roll of old parchment, and wrote thoughtfully:

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My beloved brother, Your Majesty Fredet II,

It's unbelievable that my Wood Elf Ranger was wiped out during the graduation mission to explore the village of Tuang, and I think so too. From the second day of the Einsatzgruppen to today, it has been 5 days since the Einsatzgruppen began to carry out the mission.

I thought it would be a simple mission, but in reality, it was a disastrous mission, and it would have left them with no return, and their destruction cost me an excellent bladed scimitar, which broke the line between the elite warriors of Erwinia.

In order to train this unit, I invested the energy, material resources, and financial resources needed to train the soldiers of a squadron. However, the members of the Einsatzgruppen turned out to be like water being spilled out. My good human friend, Mr. Tock Hovent, the Elven Friend, is also in the Einsatzgruppen, he is a human, but he has served the people of the Wood Elves you love to the point of paying with his life, well, I admit that he is completely missing now, except that he used the blood script to make the blood strip sent by the eagle prove that he was still alive when he sent the information on the strip.

You may ask me why I don't go to the destination of the mission, but what I want to tell Brother Wang is: It's not that I don't go to investigate, but as a commander, I can't tell how dangerous the potential danger is. I can't take this risk with the sacred patrol group you granted, and the Einsatzgruppen members with abilities comparable to a combat squadron won't be able to send back even a single piece of news. That's 48 elites out of ten.

However, it is precisely because of the strip of cloth written in Teucer's blood, and the information conveyed with his life, that allows me to tell you reliable and important news in the future, which is about the fate of the entire Wood Elf clan, which is related to the fate of my clan, and of course, how long the crown of power on the head of the royal brother can carry.

Mr. Tocke Hovent brought me the news in the blood of his fingers on a strip of dark green cloth. It simply reads: "ЫКел, ЗТгкапч." ТОк"ЫКел, Brother Wang probably knows better than anyone else, after all, you are a descendant of Forrester with pure blood.

Yes, after Gudebay was taken over by the demons from the Shadowlands, I thought it had become a large tomb, and this tomb actually extended to my territory, the village of Tuon! But then again, the guy you call the demon, how do I feel more and more like the incarnation of the ancient god Trian Demon Lord! It was a terrible disease of corpses, and once corrupted, it immediately became a servant of the demons.

In order not to cause panic among our subjects on the territory of Elvenia, this letter I am writing is also carried out in secret. After you have read the letter, decide whether or not to make it public.

Humble brother,

Baron of Sheffield,

Captain of the Ervenia Border Patrol Group,

The Glorious Hunter Family:

Wood Forrest Horter.

February 3, 1028 at noon

Written in the Titan Tree House next to the stormy Sheffield Fountain.

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He wrapped the parchment letter into a roll, tied the wrapped letter with a dark green ribbon, carefully stuffed the wrapped letter into a bamboo tube, quickly covered the cap, and handed it to the wood elf messenger who delivered the letter, and gave the wood elf messenger a thin wooden board with "all the way out", and asked him to hand the letter directly to the Unoco court of the Elwinian wood elf kingdom.