This...... This......

The nightingale was so surprised that she couldn't keep her mouth shut.

She clearly remembered that the cave tribe was still prosperous when she left the day before yesterday, how did it become like this now?

This...... Is this really the work of their companions?

The answer is already obvious.

Because in the distance, the nightingale could still see some tall figures shuttling through the ruins.

They were elves, and their equipment was worse than what the nightingale had seen before, and some of them were just simple linen robes and wooden armor.

These elves wandered through the ruins, picking and choosing, as if looking for something......

Occasionally, someone could be seen excitedly digging up, digging out some broken copper and iron from the ruins, and then taking them to a magic circle not far away.

Nightingale:......

She vaguely recognized what appeared to be a sacrificial circle.

Are these elves sacrificing objects to mysterious beings?

Wait a minute...... Aren't all the things they sacrificed rubbish?!

Hey, hey...... That thing you put in is a rusty half-cut kitchen knife, hey!

Her eyes widened.

This...... Oh, my God!

Aren't they afraid of attracting the wrath of a mysterious being?!

However, as soon as the light of the circle flashed, the thing was gone......

Nightingale:......

Not...... Well?

This...... Pick up...... Accepted?

Her gaze was a little glazed.

Unfamiliar with some of the World Tree's sacrificial inscriptions, Nightingale did not recognize it as Eve's sacrificial circle.

And those elves who picked up the rags were actually low-level players who didn't catch up with the battle of the half-orc tribe.

Although they missed the spoils, they also slipped over afterwards to see if any other players had picked up the leftovers and sacrificed to the goddess to earn some pitiful contributions......

The nightingale couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and then she heard the voice of the little salty meow:

"Sister Nightingale, get ready to go, let's go to Fei Lengcui."

Emerald ......

The nightingale stared.

Fei Leng Cui, that was the former holy land of the elves.

However, she had left the Elven Forest since Nightingale could remember, only to hear that the Elven Holy City had long since been reduced to ruins.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded, and led her younger siblings to keep up with Xiao Xianmeow's pace.

She was now more and more curious about these strange elves......

Faintly, she had already believed their words.

Able to destroy cave tribes supported by the true gods...... I'm afraid there really is a true God behind them!

It's just that at the same time, there are more doubts in her heart:

These people...... Where did it come from?

And...... Their personalities......

Anyway, although it is not evil when you think about it, it is too weird.

They are a bit like humans, they seem to have the cunning of humans, but they don't have the hypocrisy of humans, but they act very realistically.

They will subconsciously show all the emotions in their hearts...... without faking the mood.

They also walk very strangely, they like to jump, climb high and low, anyway, they can walk wherever it is not good, they just don't like to honestly catch up with the road......

That's right! Greedy for money, they are very greedy for money! It's not about money, it's about all kinds of materials and equipment!

Their aesthetic is also somewhat odd, and they seem to like shiny weapons and clothes, and Nightingale observes that most of them are gorgeously dressed anyway.

In addition, they are ruthless when facing their enemies!

But when it comes to their own people, especially to the nightingale, they have completely changed their appearance, and the flattering appearance even makes the nightingale a little uncomfortable.

What's even more puzzling is that they look happy!

Very happy!

Nightingale swears she's never met such an optimistic and positive elf!

They...... What the hell are they happy about? I've been happy......

I am happy when I deceive humans, I am happy when I kill people and buy goods, and I am even happier when I divide the spoils......

Even when they saw the ruins of Rivendell, they were happy, as if they had found a treasure.

These strange creatures seem to be curious about everything around them, and anything can pique their interest.

Even the elves who were far away picking up rags in the ruins of the cave tribes were a joy to pick up, completely beyond the comprehension of the nightingale......

Anyway...... It's definitely not what elves should be!

Where did they get so much energy?

Aren't they tired?

Are they stimulated by something?

Or is it ...... Are they meant to be?

By the way, it seems that I just heard the wood...... Are they summoned by the true God?

What are they exactly?

Nightingale's mind grew more and more puzzled.

With doubts, the nightingale once again crossed the teleportation array and came to the legendary Emerald of Filene.

The surrounding light dissipated, and this time, the nightingale found herself in an open square.

Looking at the newly renovated buildings around her, she was slightly stunned:

"This ...... Is this the Holy City of Philemerald? ”

What appeared in front of me was not the imaginary ruins, but a renovated elven city!

Of course, it cannot be said that it has been completely renovated, because traces of ruins can still be seen further away.

But a large area centered on the square is already what the city looks like.

And to Nightingale's eyes, she saw other elves!

That's right, elves!

Nightingale assured her that these elves were what she knew them to be!

It was a group of red-haired elves, with hopeful smiles on their faces, shuttling from city to city, busy, still repairing this ancient holy city.

Their clothes were not as ornate as those of the strange elves, but they were plain and elegant, and they were painted with the delicate patterns peculiar to the elves.

In addition, their temperament is very unique, and the nightingale can distinguish them from the lunch box at a glance.

"It's ...... Flame Clan? ”

Looking at the color of their hair, the nightingale guessed.

In addition, she noticed that almost every older red-haired elf was surrounded by a few strangely dressed elves.

They were very respectful to the older red-haired elves, with a nightingale-like déjà vu flattering, and they were very happy and enthusiastic whenever the old elves asked them to do something.

"Strange ...... Strange guy ......"

The nightingale muttered.

At this moment, an old red-haired elf came up to the nightingale surrounded by a crowd of people.

The nightingale noticed certain patterns on the other party's clothes, and saw some patterns symbolizing the tribal chief.

This is...... The patriarch of the Flame Clan?

The nightingale's heart moved.

The person who greeted her was none other than Firosil Blaze, who looked at the nightingale with vigilance and curiosity on her face, and smiled slightly:

"It's been a long time since I've seen a child of the Shadow Clan. Child, I am Filosil, the patriarch of the Flame Clan, and welcome home! ”

It's really the Flame Clan......

The nightingale was a little surprised in his heart.

She bowed solemnly, and then introduced herself:

"You...... Hello. My name is Nightingale Shadow, and I'm surrounded by my younger siblings......"

Firosir nodded, her gaze swept over the emaciated body of the young elf and the somewhat dirty clothes on his body, and sighed:

"You ...... suffered. ”

After speaking, her expression suddenly became pious:

"But...... It's all gone, Mother Goddess has returned, welcome home! We're going to start all over again! ”

She turned around, bowed slightly in the direction of the World Tree, and solemnly drew a tree-shaped symbol on her chest.

It's this symbol again!

Nightingale was a little surprised.

But at this moment, she has completely believed in the fact that the true god of the elves has returned!

If those strange elves still make her suspicious, then the appearance of the Flame Tribe is definitely not an illusion!

"Miss Nightingale."

At this time, the nightingale heard another unfamiliar voice.

She looked back and saw a smiling black-haired elf.

He wears a good-looking druid outfit and behaves appropriately.

It's Li Mu.

Li Mu saluted the nightingale and said:

"Mistress Alice wants to see you."

"Alice?"

Nightingale was a little confused.

"Alice Wind. It is the earthly vicarious of the great World Tree, the goddess Eve Utdrahir, a saint of nature...... She awaits you in the natural temple of the Chosen City. ”

Li Mu replied.