Sheffield in Erwinia finally ushered in the first light of the early spring of 1034.

The fate of the troops reinforcing the Highland Mountains in front was uncertain, and the royal city of Unocal did not send any more reinforcements. The Wood Elf scouts sent by Glenn, Earl of Sheffield, never returned.

All signs point to the failure of the Trian military campaign.

The troops were besieged for dozens of days, but the reinforcements could not hit the mountain, what kind of result was there, Earl Glenn already knew it, but he didn't want to mention it.

Standing in the Tata treehouse, he looked at the sky outside the hollow flower window, and he seemed to feel that this first ray of morning light was not a symbol of the arrival of spring at all, and that it should have been rejuvenated with greenery and vitality, but now the forests of Sheffield always looked shrouded in a layer of black fog.

Earl Glenn touched his head, he thought he had been suffering from wind chills all day, but his forehead was not hot, and he did not feel any physical discomfort except that he felt tired.

Avenna walked down the spiral staircase from the attic in the treehouse, and she looked at his worried husband, but did not speak. After gently bowing his head to Glenn, he avoided Glenn's sweeping gaze. Walked straight out of the Titan Treehouse and headed towards the Osara Garden. Nowadays it is indeed beautiful, with different types of flowers blooming all year round. The scent of flowers also spreads in the wind through the streets of Sheffield.

"Is Avanna going to plant flowers again?" Glenn looked at Avenna's distant graceful figure with some melancholy, muttered to himself, and then sighed, "No matter what I do, can't you see my true heart at all?" No matter what I do, will I not be able to replace the departed Trian? ”

Earl Glenn sadly closed the hollowed-out carved window. He thinks that the scheming or what he once called ambition is now a boring existence for him. It is true that his current status is due to these gifts, and he has also married the Aiwena of his heart. But he couldn't get Evenna's heart at all—not even for a moment.

Glenn, who was depressed, returned to his desk, picked up the boards and began to read. Obscure sentences and strange words appeared in these paperwork, which were like snowflakes in winter, and he felt sick. However, he had to brace himself and approve them one by one. His steward, apparently pleased with the Earl's diligence, took the planks down from the treehouse's dwellings, and handed them to the appropriate messenger one by one.

"Your Excellency. Three more of our Wood Elf scouts are missing. His steward duly reported the bad news as Earl Glenn stretched his back.

"How many Scouts have been missing? Jacques. Earl Glenn's face was sallow, and his expression was grim.

"It's a shame that 15 scouts have been sent out and never returned." Jacques, the steward, hung his head, apparently dismissing the scouts as death.

"It's been so long, and General Legral's fate is uncertain. I had intended to send His Excellency Liberas to reconnoitre, but I dismissed the idea. Your Excellency Liberas must not make any mistakes, or my king and queen will be disappointed in me! "The black-haired blade is a usable talent, he has not only inherited the glory of the Morne family's blades, but also inherited his father's courage and resourcefulness, but his noble status makes him think about it and worry a lot, "You know, Jacques. In the unlikely event that our Einsatzgruppen Captain Liberas makes any mistake, I will not have the face to see my brother again. ”

"Your Excellency, don't be too anxious, maybe we have other options for us to keep track of what's going on on on the battlefield ahead." Jacques held his chin as if thinking about something, his mind seemed to see his hometown, the giant eagle's nest on the cliff of the verdant Green Mountain, but the giant eagle's nest is rarely approached by ordinary wood elves, not because of fear of the giant eagle, but because the steep mountain wall is easy to go down.

"What does Governor Jacques seem to have come up with?" Earl Glenn's sallow face furrowed his frowns, "That's what your eyes tell me." Go ahead. ”

"How can Your Excellency not turn to the druids at the Sheffield Druid Altar? Remember that we Wood Elves have made an oath with the Grimm Mountain Giant Eagles since ancient times. Most of the time, however, our communication with the Giant Eagle is through the older druids. Maybe they're qualified, maybe they have something else to do. Jacques slowly spoke up the results of his thoughts.

"Now, you've thrown another conundrum in front of me. Which of our druids in Sheffield can connect with the Eagle of Green Mountain? To be honest, I personally summoned the Giant Eagle, but I think it was an accident, not because I succeeded in summoning it, but because they took the initiative to find us who were in a desperate situation at the time. Earl Glenn seemed to see the situation again, with the wind blowing in his ears and the bonsai-like mountains and forests at his feet.

"Agul, the elder of the Druids at the Druid Altar. It's the old druid who spends his days with birds and beasts. The name mentioned by Jacques the Governor reminded Earl Glenn of it, and he almost forgot the name. When he was not a warrior, but just an ordinary wood elf townsman, he had seen the crazy old druid when he was blessed by Forrester at the Druid Altar, although he had the impression that the Agul mentioned by Jacques was sloppy, the unwashed druid green robe was full of dirty stains, and he was unkempt and drunk at any time.

"I remember that druid, though he was revered by the druids, he was crazy and could come and go at any time." Earl Glenn shrugged helplessly, "I'm afraid I don't have the ability to communicate with him." ”

"Your Excellency, this matter should be left to the Morn family in our territory. Although he is a nobleman, he is still a nobleman under your rule, and His Excellency Liberas is a trump card in our hands, and there is nothing he cannot find. Jacques, the manager, pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

"Alright, Jacques. Go to our Son of the Blade and ask him to come to me in the treehouse. Earl Glenn agreed with Jacques, the steward, and Jacques took the order and turned away.

Glenn, who was in a slightly relaxed mood, sat back on the chair behind the wooden desk, picked up a piece of the wooden board documents that had yet to be reviewed on the desk, and began to read carefully and carefully picked up the pen to reply one by one.

It wasn't until the sky turned blue and the clouds swept away that a black-haired and blue-eyed wood elf finally appeared on the wooden steps outside the door of the treehouse, and was walking up the stairs with steady steps. The handsome face with a straight nose like a handsome mountain peak has a more and more unpredictable mysterious temperament, and there is always a faint mysterious smile on the corner of the mouth. Treat friends and loved ones, Liberas always does.

Earl Glenn threw away the board in his hand, threw the colorful quill into the ink bottle, and immediately got up to meet Liberas Morn with a smile on his face.

"I hope you didn't let Jacques come to me to talk to you." Liberas smiled faintly and walked into the treehouse with Glenn.

"Fifteen of our scouts have been missing lately." Earl Glenn spread out his hands and said slowly.

"I already know. It's time for me to get a good look at what's going on ahead. Sending other fighters will only add casualties and will be futile. Liberas did not refuse, "My brother, when will I go and investigate." Always on call. ”

"My dear brother, this is not worth the risk. Jacques came up with a better way. Glenn waved his hand at Liberas and continued, "I'm looking for you today and want to ask you to help me find someone. ”

"It seems that the person you are looking for is really not simple!" Liberas smiled.

"Indeed, this old man has never been without a trace." Earl Glenn stuck out his tongue at Liberas, "I need your help me find Elder Agul of Sheffield's druids." ”

"It turned out to be the crazy old man covered in guano." The corners of Liberas' mouth turned up, "What are you looking for him?" ”

"I need him to ask the Giant Eagle for help for me, and let the Green Mountain Giant Eagle, who has an oath with us, provide me with reconnaissance information on Sheffield, Iron Ore Ridge, Highland Mountain, Goodbay, and Entre." Earl Glenn spoke his thoughts to Liberas, and his voice was sonorous.

"It's a good idea, but it's a big detour. The old man knew the language of birds. We don't need to go to the Giant Eagle anymore. Liberas knew Earl Glenn's reference to the Sheffield Druid elder Agul, though he didn't like the mad old man as much as Earl Glenn, "The only thing worth talking about is that if the old man doesn't give us help, he will use staying out of the matter as an excuse." ”

"My good brother, I believe you have your way, Liberas. You're going to keep him in the middle. You're also in a good idea to let him inform his bird friends on the one hand and the giant eagle on Green Mountain on the other. The more accurate the situation investigation, the better. Earl Glenn patted Liberas lightly on the shoulder.

"Okay. Glenn. I can only try to keep this old man in the middle! Liberas pouted with a smile.