The cold moonlight shone on the dense canopy of trees, and the forest at night was only a little colder than in the morning, and there was a deeper and quieter darkness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now this forest is more dangerous than in the past - after the battle of the Eternal Night Forest Valley, the scattered ogres can be found in almost every corner of the surrounding forest, and the figures and traces of these behemoths can be seen at any time and place, like beasts in the middle of the night, wandering aimlessly.

And the expedition team that left the Valley of the Eternal Night Forest was only a dozen or so war dancers, and was scarred, also embarked on the journey back in this fierce forest.

Without Isuria as a guide and all the older War Dancers killed, Ria, who became the last "leader", had to lead the expedition back the way it came, and had to watch out for the sporadic ogre attacks along the way.

Exhaustion, pain, hunger...... Not only that, but the ogres that appear at any time are also threatening the remaining war dancers, except for the spears in their hands, all the spears and ignition agents have long been depleted, and there is no means to protect themselves.

With the help of her memory, the elves finally left the Eternal Night Forest with the expedition and arrived at the withered forest settlement along the Fallen Leaf River Beach, where the destroyed settlement was left with only broken walls, but the ogres entrenched here had also disappeared, giving the exhausted elves a chance to rest for a while.

A few of the less injured war dancers stood guard outside the canopy tree, while the rest found a random place under the tree to rest against the trunk - the elves didn't even dare to light a bonfire for fear of luring the surrounding ogres here.

The only remaining tree hole was left to the black-haired wizard by the elves of the expedition - Loren never woke up from his coma after the battle in the Valley of the Eternal Night. If it weren't for the fact that his breathing and heartbeat were still normal, everyone would even think he was dead.

The female elf, who was also extremely tired, almost gritted her teeth, carrying the human wizard all the way without dragging her legs. She had promised the little wizard that she would bring this guy back alive, and she would do what she said.

The Wardancers of the Expedition also have a great deal of respect for the human wizard - whoever put an end to the ogre invasion was the one who put an end to the Ogre invasion in whatever happened, and that alone deserves the highest respect from all the elves.

Even if he didn't say this, if he hadn't taken 10,000 steps back, if he hadn't defeated Metzka and let the ogre disperse on the spot, not a single war dancer in the Valley of the Eternal Night Forest would have survived, and they would all die in obscurity in this unknown land, never able to return to their homeland.

And now the Wardancers of the Expedition no longer see Loren as not just a human wizard, but as their friend, a close comrade-in-arms—and how far the elves can go for their friend, whether it's Kono or Anduin, have proven with their lives.

"Did he wake up?"

The female elf who walked to the hollow of the tree asked a young war dancer, trying to make her expression look as calm as possible, "Compared to yesterday... Has anything changed?"

The war dancer with a gloomy expression shook his head: "He is still unconscious, there is no sign of waking up, his forehead is hot as if he is about to catch fire, no matter what he does, he can't make him have a fever." As he spoke, the war dancer's face showed a little apology.

"You've done your best. Liya, who looked indifferent, patted the other party's shoulder: "Let's go find a place to rest, we will continue to set off tomorrow, and the big tree wall is already close in front of us!"

"You should also take a little rest, I haven't seen you rest in this time. The young wardancer couldn't help but speak, "Don't overwhelm yourself, no ogres will attack us tonight." ”

The haggard female elf only smiled slightly, causing the departing war dancer to look at her with a worried face, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

From the moment they left the Eternal Night Forest, the responsibility for the survival of the entire expedition fell on the female elves. This was too much of a burden for a young elf, but the remaining expeditions did not have a sufficiently convincing and experienced wardancer to lead them.

And Leah, who has always been a man of few words, also silently took on this responsibility, even if her own state was already not good, she still gritted her teeth and walked in the front, leading the team with her impression and experience.

She knew that if she had made a mistake in her judgment, she could encounter all sorts of things that would destroy the expedition - lost, lost, hordes of ogres, raids...... And so on.

At the same time, she also had to take the unconscious black-haired wizard on the road with her, which also invisibly increased her burden and made this "journey" even more difficult.

Walking into the tree hole, a thin, scarred figure lay motionless in front of her, head bowed and eyes closed. I could only see the slightly undulating chest and hear the breathing of the tip of my nose.

The female elf standing in front of him was a little stunned, as if she had seen some work of art that deserved her to stop and admire.

Loren Turin is always calm and confident, giving people a sense of extraordinary maturity, whether it is the momentum when he speaks or the uneasiness revealed behind his back, he can always give others an endless sense of security.

Confidence when deceiving, enthusiasm when motivating shouting, and strength when persuading others...... It can always make others feel that they are a head shorter than him, and at least they are an equal exchange, not an object that can be arbitrarily called.

And now sleeping in front of him is a "little wizard" who has just barely reached adulthood, with messy black hair tied with a small ponytail, and stubble above and below his lips, completely lacking his previous momentum.

Now he is incomparably vulnerable......

The female elf, who felt a heartache inexplicably, half-knelt in front of him, dipped some water in the only piece of linen she had at hand, and wiped her forehead for the black-haired wizard.

From the day she became a war dancer, Leah hadn't done anything to take care of anyone else, let alone a sick person. Her only duty is to hunt ogres, and hunt more ogres, and that's it.

Gently lifting his chin, the linen soaked in water gently rubbed his cheeks, following the lines and feel all the way up, everything was natural and calm, as if it were natural.

The sound of dripping water, the silence outside the tree hole. In the cramped space, you can even clearly hear the heartbeat of yourself and this guy, as well as the faint breathing.

"Loren Turin ......"

For some reason, the female elf suddenly spoke softly, as if she was muttering to the guy in front of her.

"What are you doing all this for?

A shrewd guy like you wouldn't risk your life unless absolutely necessary, would you?

Although it was never said, but... Actually, I've always wanted to thank you... Or I want to apologize to you, if I hadn't gone and told Luca, you wouldn't have come to the Morning Star Forest at all, and there wouldn't have been so many things.

If it weren't for you, we would probably all die in the counteroffensive of the Great Tree Wall. I can't thank you enough for what you've done for us...... At first, I hated you because you never told the truth, and you always looked confident, which was so annoying.

But this time, as Curnow said, it's just that it's not just him, all the elves of the Eastern Forest owe a life. We can see what you're doing, and you're really putting your life on the line to protect us.

I have never forgotten the death of a friend, no matter which one I will never forget. I thought I would hate you because you didn't save Yuina, but I'm actually very clear that Yuyina she... She didn't leave with regrets.

It's not grudge, it's jealousy...... I, I'm so jealous of her, jealous that she can leave so peacefully, so without a trace of regret, like a falling leaf in autumn.

So, thank you, Crow's Beak......"

The trembling female elf's eyes were soaked with tears, and she raised the contemplative boy's forehead slightly, leaving a red mark on it......