The Wood Elf Emissary named Stola had bid farewell to the Second Cavalry Squadron of the Forbidden Army of King Unocal led by Legrar at the foot of Mount Hawke, and galloped north of Mount Hawk without looking back.

The occasional sparsely populated lumberyard on the side of the road was quickly left behind by him. Soon, the woods at the foot of Hawke were running out, and he could already faintly see a large barren gravel field behind the woods and the small hillside that he remembered so much.

"I'm back in the same place. I thought I wouldn't be here again. Or meet you in the arms of Forrester. Stola looked out over a hill to the north of the gravel field, a scimitar mound, and a few of her cutlass were still staring coldly at Mount Hawke, "My brother, it was me, not you, who was damned that time. ”

Just hurriedly looked at the scimitar mound, Stola was already in tears, he stretched out his long sleeves to wipe the two lines of hot tears that fell from his cheeks, he didn't plan to go to the scimitar mound to clean up the waist-deep weeds around him, but rode straight along the road, and kept silently muttering in his heart, "Rest quietly in Forrestal's arms, brother." The elder brother also has to go to the other side of the river in the woodland of Fax to find the strength to fight the darkness. ”

At the end of the barren gravel field, a large river crossed Stola's eyes, and the path of the horseshoe prints began to bend east along the river bank, until at the rapids of the river, a large suspension bridge quietly connected the two sides of the river, and Stola knew in her heart that this was the only large suspension bridge over the Lindisfak River that connected the two banks.

"The Hanging Rope Road." Stola muttered to himself, he flipped off the jungle horse at the inscription next to the bridge, and led the horse alone on the drawbridge, and from under the large swaying suspension bridge came a constant popping sound, "Boom." ”

Stola carefully stepped on the plank bridge deck under her feet, and the thrilling rush of the rapids naturally jumped into Stola's eyes, which was the turbulent water of the sea from the entrance of the sea, and the torrents that went east along the course of the Lindisfar River hit the river rocks protruding from the water, and the white water splashes flew up dozens of feet high from time to time, making Stola slightly dizzy.

Not far from the other side of the Suspension Road, the landscape has completely changed, the fertile soil is beginning to give birth to bright red life, and in autumn, the red Trian Flames are lined with gravel roads - a red-crowned woodforest of El Helino is a beautiful sight for Stola.

Of course, he was also a wonder for the several Trian villages he traveled. The Trian farmers were pointing at him, and even though he didn't know much about the Trian language, Stola knew that the Trian farmers were either talking about his pale yellow hair or about the pointed ears that poked out of the sideburns on either side of his cheeks.

"Hey, Trian." Stola graciously waved at the onlookers, trying to show that he was understanding.

"Hahahaha." Trian's farmer laughed, and the dirty children grimaced at him.

"Laugh, laugh!" Stola narrowed his eyes, almost his entire facial features together, and he raised his whip and lashed at the horse's buttocks, and the jungle horse neighed and shot like a sharp arrow.

Along the way, Stola was accompanied by the red-crowned woods of El Helino and the mountains of Angel on the west side of the road, and finally at the eastern end of the mountains of Angel, the walls of Entel were seen at the source of the River Earl. On the city walls, the banner of Duke Ella, the leader of Entle, fluttered in the wind.

Approaching the gatehouse of the city wall, Stola quickly took out a wooden board with the seal of the Earl of Sheffield Glenn from the jungle steed and showed it to the guards at the gate of the Trians, and he reported to the guards in the lingua franca that he was not fluent in: "I am Stola, the messenger of His Excellency the Earl of Sephier, and I have urgent military affairs to report to His Royal Highness the Duke of Ella!" ”

"Let this skinny wood elf guy go!" The guards waved their hands to the companions beside them and stepped aside, and after Saluting them, Stora rode into the city of Entel, followed by a laugh from behind him, "That guy's accent is really strong, they don't call Seffir Sheffield." Ha ha. ”

Accustomed to such ridicule, Stola rode straight to the small expanding castle in the center of the city of Entre without looking back, and let the Trian guards talk about the rumors they had heard about Sheffield, and in a short time the castle and mansion of the Duke of Ella arrived, and Stora jumped off the jungle steed with interest, and handed over the whip and reins of the jungle horse to the castle guard. He fiddled with his blown hair and walked quickly to the small castle of Entle.

"Stop!" Two stern shouts stopped Stola from getting closer. The flickering twin halberds stood in front of Stola.

"Mr. Trian, I've informed the castle guards of my intentions." In front of Stola were two strong men of infantry in heavy armor.

"Mr. Wood Elf, this is the small castle and mansion of His Royal Highness the Duke of Ella, for the sake of safety, please explain your purpose again." The two hoplites looked the wood elf in front of them up and down.

"Okay, okay, that's a lot of trouble. I repeat once again, gentlemen, - I am the messenger of Glenn, Earl of Sepher, and the diplomat of Selphir, Stola, who has urgent military affairs to report to His Royal Highness the Duke. Reluctant to spend her precious time on these repetitive cross-examinations, Stola simply took out the wooden plank again and showed it to the two strong infantry men.

"Sephil? Do you mean Sheffield, the border town of Ervinia? I don't remember what your county of Hellish you have in Erwinia. One of the meaty-faced hoplites stared at Stola alarmedly, making Stora feel uncomfortable.

"I think you two have already read the official document, and I don't want to get tangled with you over my accent. I am an envoy of the Elvenian Wood Elf Kingdom! Stola stomped her foot in excitement, forgetting that she had been covered in mud from all day long.

"I'm sorry, but this is a necessary procedure. Your Excellency, Diplomat of the Wood Elves, please wait a moment while I will report. Another foot soldier trotted up the steps to the second floor of the castle, and after a while motioned for the wood elves to follow him on the steps leading to the second floor of the castle, "Come up, Lord Stola, His Royal Highness the Duke wants to see you." Guitos! Permission for the Wood Elf. ”

Stola, guided by the gate guards, followed the stairs to the second floor of the castle, and from time to time he looked at the structure of the castle out of his previous professional habit as a wood elf scout, the architecture and decoration here were completely different from the king's palace in Unocal City, where the stone staircase replaced the simple stone steps piled up with white stones, and the flickering torches on the walls replaced the verdant green jade window frames, Cross feather coats of arms on a yellow background with silver edges hang prominently on the walls of the castle, replacing the carved stone ornaments of works of art in the royal palaces of Unocal.

As he was lingering, the door of the hall on the second floor of the castle creaked and slowly opened, and he was greeted by a red velvet carpet spread on the ground, if he hadn't looked back, he would have thought that the door had been opened by himself, and it turned out that in the recesses of the castle walls stood two guards wearing plate armor covers, no doubt they were responsible for the etiquette of opening the hall door for visitors. He looked up at the dome, which still contained old-looking frescoes of women in milky white robes and ancient warriors armed with swords leading a group of ancient humans adrift through the waves on a raft.

"Your Excellency, you have to be more disciplined, this is the Duke's castle chamber, and probing our brains here will make our weapons very nervous. The Duke is waiting for you. The hoplite who was leading the way had a sinking face, and he had to pull Stola's hand, who was looking around, and whispered in his ear.

When Stora came back to his senses, he finally saw the red carpet on the ground slowly extending to the steps, and on the duke's throne sat a man with a serious face, his face had a sparse beard that had not yet been shaved, he wore a silver crown on his head, a yellow and clear coat of arms, and a magnificent garment of grace and luxury, and from his bright clothes, it could be seen that this person was Walker Eastem, the Duke of Ella, whom his Earl Glenn had called.

On both sides of the red carpet under the Duke's throne stood the Trian courtiers facing Duke Walker, and judging from the number of papers piled up on the desk next to the Duke's seat, it seemed that the Duke and the courtiers had just finished discussing their daily affairs.

The hoplite led Stola down the red carpet towards the Duke's throne, where Duke Walker had already looked at the mud-covered wood elf messenger in Erwinia, his face so serious that he could almost wring out water.

"His Royal Highness the Duke, Hervenia's messenger, Sheffield's diplomat, His Excellency Stola, has arrived. Allow me to step down. With that, Duke Walker nodded to the hoplite leading the way, and after a deep bow, he slowly retreated outside the council chamber.

"The Honourable Glenn, Earl of Erwinnia, Messenger and Diplomat of Earl Sephere, greets His Royal Highness the Duke of Entle, the Great Commander south of the Ella Mountains in the Kingdom of Rinston." Stola's mind came up with the various etiquette of the Trian tribe that he had only learned not long ago, and the lengthy opening greeting was more like a tongue twister for him, the posture of one hand on his chest was stiff like a cold corpse, and the bow to Duke Walker looked like a broken straight piece of wood, "This is the personal handwriting of His Excellency Glenn Faun, Earl of Sephir of the Kingdom of Erwinia, for His Highness's attention." ”