The goblin lair of Mount Hawke, under the strong attack of the soldiers of the Sheffield Border Patrol Brigade, finally came to an end to its evil, and the goblin corpses in the lair were all over the place, exuding a foul smell, even so, as part of the process of purifying the lair, they were carried by the victorious wood elf warriors to the feet of Lord Colin in the den of thieves, and the layers of goblin corpses almost formed a small hill.

Wood and Legral stood on the ramp, surrounded by the Wood Elf warriors behind them, looking at the mountain of goblin corpses. Wood and Legral both had relieved expressions on their faces, and they high-fived each other and clapped their shoulders in celebration of the Hawk Mountain Goblin Lair, where Sheffield's eternal scourge was finally being eradicated for good. Liberas stood silently beside them, his blue eyes glittering with the usual light of torches, although these goblins may have belonged to the same clan as the Wood Elves, but they were cruel and murderous in the eyes of Liberas without any sympathy or mercy. Glenn, who was beside Liberas, was equally silent, but his eyes kept looking at the statue of Lord Colin and the place where Niang had died after the statue.

As Glenn's gaze shifted, some ancient words appeared on the altar barrier behind the legs of the Maharaja Colin statue, and the attentive Glenn immediately became interested in these ancient words, he said hello to Liberas beside him, and jumped off the ramp as if nothing happened, standing at the feet of the Maharaja Colin behind the pile of goblin corpses, carefully reading the strange words carved on the altar barrier under the statue of Colin Maharaja, which looked like the fonts written by the ancient druids.

“Веат・ощ・ел，капд・ощ・fогёзта・тг・ношд。 (Stepping on ten thousand mountains, the treasure of ten thousand trees)" This magnificent text reveals a vicissitudes of life and mysterious atmosphere, Glenn frowned and read this obscure text carefully, in the first half of the reading, the second half of it was lost in the long river of time, leaving only a few letters that have long been blurred mottled marks and looming, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch the ancient knife pattern carved this text, his mind was meditating on the classic text he had read, The memorized words are not in the correct alphabetical order.

"Your Excellency Liberas, you must call your comrade-in-arms, Mr. Glenn Faun, to ascend the ramp first. This cavern full of goblin corpses is suitable for butchers, not archaeologists, and I think we should immediately burn the terrible sights in front of us. Mr. Glenn is a druid-like warrior who likes to study things like words. But now doesn't seem to be the right time. Wood hid his nose, the smell of these goblin corpses was too strong, and his deep blue eyes looked at Liberas in the shadows beside him, "It's just a pity for the fallen Mr. Nyon Loda." If only Sheffield could have a little more fighters like this. Oh, what a goddamn goblin. ”

"I am very sorry for the unexpected death of Monsieur Nyon Loda, but the sword and bow of the battlefield never have eyes, and it is not surprising that if I die. Ha, Wood, there are so many goblins in this lair, it's the first time I've seen them, and if they do come to attack our Sheffield, the consequences will be unimaginable! However, I'm used to this kind of environment. As a warrior, it is already rare to study the enemy's texts instead of looting the trophies from the opponent's corpse, so what does it matter if he studies it? Maybe he will be able to uncover some of the secrets of our Wood Elf history, and this statue of the Lord Colin can be carved very spectacularly, so take your time and enjoy it. With his hands in his arms, Liberas smiled faintly at Wood, and then looked at the altar barrier carved with the ancient wood elf druid scripts, which apparently attracted Liberas's attention as well.

"Look, Legral, our commander on the enemy's back is waiting for his comrades to acquire ancient knowledge." Wood laughed playfully, he patted Legral on the shoulder beside him, and pointed to Glenn Faun, who was studying something carefully at the altar barrier, "You should train more warriors like Mr. Glenn, when the time comes, our Sheffield warriors will gain a good reputation in the various territories of the Wood Elves, just like the Wood Elf warriors in Nilda Gang are very famous, snow ghosts, and have won a good reputation!" ”

"The Son of the Blade is not bad, but unfortunately there is only one." Legral smiled and looked at Liberas, though his engraving-like face was stained with coagulated black blood and looked more and more rugged.

"Whatever you want, Wood, you're the commander. Troyana should be looking forward to your return. Although she doesn't say it, I'm her own brother, so I naturally know. Liberas shook off his long, straight black hair, a trait of the Morne clan that Troyana and Liberas shared.

"Sure enough, it's my good brother! Hey, it's time to rest, it's time to rest. I think that the warriors of the Wood Elves will be thinking of the Sheffield family not too far away, after this unforgettable battle. If Mr. Glenn wants to study ancient knowledge, he can go to the Forrester Temple in Sheffield to find the Druids there. Wood fiddled with the strands of gold that appeared under the one-horned silver helmet, and then flung it back to his shoulder, "Order, burn the goblin corpse, and evacuate the goblin lair of Hawk Mountain." ”

"Wait! Your Excellency! Don't be in a hurry to burn this den of thieves! I think I've spelled out the rest of the verse! Glenn stepped on his feet and waved his arms excitedly at Wood, who was standing on the ramp, "Foot on the mountains, the treasure of the wood; The sun and moon are hidden inside, and the dignity of ten thousand blades is contained. The sun and moon are hidden inside, and the dignity of ten thousand blades is contained! By the way, the order of the letters is the same, and the position is just right! I remember that Lord Collin's scimitar never appeared in the afterlife, there must be treasure here! ”

Wood, Legral, and Liberas were so shocked by Glenn's words that they all stopped the Wood Elf warriors who were about to set fire to their corpses, and Glenn groped his way around the altar barrier between the legs of Lord Collin, when suddenly a tiny bulge caught Glenn's attention, and he shouted, "Found it!" Got it! There is indeed a treasure under the idol of the Lord of Colin! ”

Wood, Legral, and Liberas rushed to hear the news, and Glenn subconsciously retook the tiny bulge on the barrier of the lower altar, and the bulge fell into the barrier, and the entire barrier began to vibrate, and the barrier between the legs of Lord Colin suddenly resounded with a buzzing sound, and the hidden area behind the barrier was opened from bottom to top. Bright light suddenly shot out from the hidden area behind the barrier, tiny blue fluorite scattered around this hidden area at will, erected on the half-human high stone altar, is a purple crystal carved knife holder, on the knife holder is a brilliant sword, the pure gold scabbard is densely embedded with seventy-nine flawless emeralds, the finger guard and grip on the handle made of Mithril are like a combination of two moons in the autumn night, the roundness of the handle outside the pure gold scabbard symbolizes the sun in the sky, A bend line splits the cross-section of the hilt of the Sun in two, like the eclipse that occurred during the reign of Lord Colin in the Timber Elf Kingdom.

"Sun and Moon Scimitar! Blade of the Lord's Lord! The Honor of Ten Thousand Blades! Glenn Faun rushed in, took the Sun and Moon Scimitar from the amethyst knife holder with both hands, and knelt down in front of Baron Wood, Legral and Liberas looked straight in the eyes, "The Lord of the Ten Thousand Blades must be worthy of a good master, Glenn Faun unveiled the secret and presented it to His Excellency Baron Wood of Sheffield Royal." ”

"This is indeed the royal possession of Lord Collin, the legendary blade that once held in his hand. Seventy-nine Wood Elf craftsmen spent seventy-nine summers and winters, seventy-nine flawless emeralds mined in the oldest mines in the Arar Valley, combined with scimitars made with the finest craftsmanship of the Digg dwarves! Priceless! Legral and Liberas exclaimed in unison.

"It is, indeed." As a descendant of the royal family of the Hunters, Wood knew the significance of the scimitar better than anyone present, and his hands seemed to tremble with sudden excitement, and his heart trembled when he reached out to grasp the scabbard and the handle. The delicate touch of the pure gold texture of the gorgeous scimitar scabbard, the brilliant light of the seventy-nine flawless emeralds, the handle and finger guard made of Mithril were in contact with the palm of the hand, and the moment the blade of the Sun and Moon Scimitar was drawn, the Mithril blade and the pure gold scabbard emitted a harmonious wind roar.

"This is a sign of Forrester's blessing! Maharaja Colin bestows honor on the king's brother in the dark! Glenn Faun's well-timed cry caused all the Wood Elf warriors present to raise their arms and chant. Wood turned to look back at the Wood Elf warriors who had cheered Forrest's blessings, and he suddenly felt that although the handle of the Sun and Moon Scimitar in his grip was cold, his palms were slightly hot. There seemed to be an incomparable amount of courage in his breast, as if his whole being was truly bathed in Forrestal's blessings.

Legral and Liberas looked at each other, they didn't say anything, just nodded silently, and both gently patted Glenn Fahn on the shoulder, and then pulled him up from the ground.

"This is Forrestal's blessing to Sheffield, this is a gift from Lord Colin in the dark!" Wood untied the blood-stained saber from his waist and handed it to Glenn behind him, then raised the Sun and Moon Scimitar with one hand, the light of the torch made the blade of the Sun and Moon Scimitar exude the charm of Mithril, and the light of the blade illuminated the distance of several feet around, "Order, burn all the goblin corpses, and our Sheffield Wood Elves will triumphantly!" ”

A fire ignited on the pile of goblins' corpses, and the statue of Lord Colin behind the pile of corpses was illuminated, but the hot air that was rising also made the majestic Lord of Colin look so ethereal, and the arms that naturally stretched outward were also shaking slightly in the rising hot air.