Hearing this, Copro and Phoenix quickly stopped talking.

"Commander of Kivisa." The two half-elves saluted solemnly.

It was a middle-aged half-elf with gray hair and beard, with a stubble, unkempt hair. Like ordinary half-elves, his clothes are linen, but his eyes are not lifeless like other half-elves, but full of hope for the future, as if all the hardships in front of him are just tribulations on the road of life.

It's just that this ordeal is a bit big, as can be seen from the bandages tied to stop bleeding in many places on his body. With such a serious injury, it is said that a priest at the level of a bishop will need to recuperate for a long time before it can fully recover, but this middle-aged elf seems to be completely uninjured, and he is still standing here with great energy waiting for the reconnaissance news of the two young half-elves.

"You should be aware of what Solomon has done for us, as well as the purebloods, who have given up their good lives to pave the way for the continuation of our half-elves with the power of their families. You won't be surprised by the difficulty of setting up such a large hideout within the jurisdiction of Senteburg in this frontier area. In order to find such an underground cave safely, a teleportation magic array was arranged. We really don't have the right to ask for more. ”

The two young half-elves lowered their heads one after another under Kivisa's stern gaze. In fact, they also know that their complaints are unreasonable, but the continuous dangers and mental pressure along the way, as well as the deteriorating body of not eating and sleeping well. And most importantly, the "hope" that could be dashed at any time.

All of this was constantly corroding the few spiritual pillars they already had left, and if the spiritual world of these two young half-elves suddenly collapsed in the next moment, the other half-elves would not be surprised at all, because there were already too many similar things happening along the way.

Looking at the two young half-elves in front of him with some regret, Kiwisa could feel their pain and uneasiness, and if he could, he certainly hoped to give them enough rest and good food supplements, but unfortunately they didn't.

The escape was never easy, and the few transcendents among the half-elves took on tasks beyond their ability to break through the siege of the temple along the way, and this was when the Solomon family and the purebloods (the name given to the elves born in the half-elf family) attracted most of the main force. Kivia could even imagine that by the time they truly escaped from the elven realm, how many of these transcendents would survive.

But for the sake of the continuation of the race, all people are willing to give everything.

Just like at this time, Kivisa can be the only leader of this hideout, not because of his strong force, nor because he is more respected than the other half-elves, but because the leaders of their group of fugitive teams are dead and scattered, and some deliberately run away in other directions with the intention of death to attract the attention of the enemy. In short, he is the only one left in the original dozen or so leaders of this team. And he was also able to survive because he was seriously injured and had difficulty moving.

And the young people who have the ability to fight also suffer heavy losses, and they are blocked by the knowledge of the elves, and few half-elves can become professionals. The two young men in front of them are the only few experienced warriors left in the team, and it can be said that the current half-elves have reached the point of exhaustion, and they may fall into the abyss at any time.

"Take it easy, tell me about what you've spotted, now that we're so close to the border, our long-cherished wish is about to come true." Kiwisa turned and limped towards his resting place, trying to get everything in order before his body collapsed completely.

Following Kivisa, the three of them came to a place with a large staircase, barely called a table. A small, topographic map centered on the Centburg was laid out on the table with sand, stones, and tree branches.

To the southwest of Centburg there is one of the largest stones, surrounded by fragments of branches. To the southeast, there are three smaller stones, arranged in a straight line parallel to the Centburg. Around the three small stones, there are more than a dozen gravel stones. Finally, there are random scattered small leaves on the whole sand table.

It seemed that it was the first time they had seen this sand table, and the two young half-elves were a little fascinated for a while, and they forgot to report the situation they had detected.

"Almost all the members of the Solomon family, as well as the purebloods, are in the southwest to attract the main force of the enemy, you know." Seeing the curiosity on the faces of the two people, Kivisa was also happy to explain to them. The current situation of the half-elf is really lacking in everything, let alone having leadership skills, so as long as there is a little hope now, he will not be stingy to teach him.

"Of the three hideouts to the southeast, we are the closest to the Centburg, and we are the most dangerous and important. It would be best if you could cross the border safely. If discovered, we will become the death squad behind the palace to attract the enemy, buying time for the other two teams to escape. The Commander pointed to three small stones and said in a very flat tone.

And the two young half-elves had no objection to such an arrangement, as if it should have been.

If you can live, you will live, and if you can't live, you will fight for the opportunity to live for other compatriots, and continue to live for yourself...

This is the order that every half-elf who embarks on the road of escape receives before departure, and it is also one of the reasons why the half-elf can survive for thousands of years without extinction.

"The rubble around is scouts sent out from various hideouts, and we have no transcendents left to rely on you young warriors. But luckily, most of the Thorn Warband's battle teams have gone to the southwest, and now there are only one or two scouting teams around occasionally, so you should be able to handle it. As he spoke, he picked up a broken leaf and said with some gritted teeth, "As long as we don't run into these random Thorn Warband cadres." ”

That's when Kropp suddenly remembered the team he had just seen.

"Commander, an unexpected squad has appeared, it's a group of elves... Speaking of which, Kropp paused slightly, picked up a small branch next to him, and placed it on the sand table, which was exactly the middle of their hiding place and the kingdom's border!

Seeing where the branches were placed, Kivisa's pupils instantly dilated, and her brows tightened.

"Tell me everything you've observed, and that's going to determine our strategy going forward."