Elves are a proud race that rarely accepts outsiders, but once they are accepted, they receive selfless help. In the period leading up to the Elf's Race Quest, if a player was able to draw an Elf when creating a character, it would definitely attract a lot of red eyes.

Unlike humans, elves are not capricious. They follow the rules laid down by their ancestors and gods, keep their promises, and are often referred to as "antiques" by other races. Fortunately, they are willing to keep their promises, otherwise there will be countless elven kingdoms rising in the history of the continent to compete with the heroes of the world.

Elves are a beautiful race. Their lifespan is generally 800-1000 years old, and their youth is permanent, and they are beautiful and refined, regardless of gender, age and youth. In addition to their own beauty, elves also have eyes for discovering beauty, and well-known masters of art abound, and can easily overpower the genius artists of various races, well, here we are talking about the ratio of elves to other races combined. As for music, every elf has a voice comparable to that of a lark, and the bards worship the elf as the originator.

In addition to high character and artistic talent, the capital of the elves also includes bows and arrows and magic. When it comes to woodland warfare, all the gods of war in history do not regard elves as imaginary enemies, precisely because the elves' bows and arrows are a symbol of invincibility in the forest. The strong affinity with the elements also makes the elves highly skilled in magic, and many of the magic created by the elven magic masters are still widely used today.

The long life span allows them to repeatedly study in the two major fields of combat occupation and life occupation, and obtain advantages that are beyond the reach of human beings. They are the darlings of the gods, they laugh, they dance; They walk with unicorns, they sing with birds; They despise wealth, they appreciate virtue. While the world was mired in war and misery, the elves enjoyed the golden age forever and never seemed to grow up.

Many travelers who have been lost in the forest have had the privilege of being received by the elves and have experienced a wonderful and magical night; But when they followed the old path and returned, they saw only one tree after another, and that was it. There is always an impenetrable barrier between elves and humans, and it is rare for the two races to intermarry, because the difference in lifespan between elves and humans is so great. And the powerful in the human race often hit the elves with their ideas, and raising one or two elven slaves is a symbol of wealth and power. As a result, many traffickers took the plunge, and the elves pricked up their ears and watched warily at everyone who approached the station.

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When a bone is placed in front of you, it is an insignificant prop that can have many possibilities: food for dogs, bones of dead people, decorations......

When a pile of bones is laid in front of you, it is a symbol worth thinking about: is it a demonstration? Is it a code? Or is it simply an act of disposal? ……

While...... There is enough of an ocean of white bones in front of you? It would only be one word.

From the deepest part of the soul, everyone feels desolation, despair, helplessness, loneliness, oppression, mystery, heaviness, and fear...... These words all condense into one word: quiet.

True to its name, the Ocean of Bones is a magnificent scenery with countless bones piled up as far as the eye can see, and it is a sea of dead silence. It's so quiet that when you calm down, you can hear the wind howling, you can hear the mutant rats touching the bones, you can hear the crackling of soul fire, you can hear the trek of skeletons one foot deep and one foot shallow. When you open your eyes, it's there; When you close your eyes, you can feel that it's still there, like it existed tens of millions of years ago, like it still exists tens of millions of years later. The ugly skeletons in units of hundreds of billions are piled up with such an extreme beauty and immortal beauty.

"Death is eternity."

Qingyi looked back at the white Dead Sea and couldn't help but sigh, although the place he was in at the moment really couldn't be said to be an excellent place for sadness and sorrow. He was pulling a dead vine that would break in the next second no matter how he looked at it, and his body was standing on the cliff wall at a 30-degree angle to the ground, and his fleshless body was still gently swaying with the wind.

This is the wall of the lair. The area of the wall of the lair is very large, almost encompassing the entire southern and western cliffs of the Sea of Bones. Either sparse or dense, each one can fit an adult man's nest placed on the cliff wall, like a white fungus growing out one by one. The reason why the nest is white is because the rotting vultures are built from the bones of the sea of bones in order to save trouble, and because it is mixed with the pus that flows from the top of their heads, this seemingly blown down nest is unexpectedly reliable.

Unlike ghost wolves, the chicks of rotting vultures are not born with that virtue, they are all clean and neat, staring at big black eyes, and "dumb" opening their little yellow mouths to beg their parents for food, which is really cute. It was probably after acid rain that their skulls began to rot. The weather was clear – though it was overcast with dead clouds, but it was a good day if it didn't rain – and all the adult rotting vultures went out in search of food, leaving only the little vultures to cry "dumbly" in their nests.

"Shhhh Be quiet, what can I do if I am discovered. Qingyi muttered. He added strength to his hands and continued to climb. From time to time, gravel slides down from your feet, and the sound of rolling all the way along the high cliff wall is a great test of the courage and heart of the climber.

According to the information provided by Waterpole, climbing up from this place will lead to an outpost sent by the elven tribe. This is also the primary goal of Qingyi's trip.

After successfully reaching the top of the mountain, Qingyi first looked left and right. There are dense woods here, but unfortunately they have been eroded by the force of death, turning into dead trees, and the ground is full of gray-white fallen leaves, which will crumble when you step on them. Since there is no sunlight in the sky, these trees are like ghosts, and there are many shadows.

After making sure that the situation was safe, he took out a skull that was sealed with all seven holes, slapped it hard, and then rolled down the steep cliff. The skull rolled into a nest, and the seven holes began to smoke. The little vulture, who was frightened and stepped aside, saw that there was no danger, so he curiously approached and pecked at the skull—

Shout!

With a small sound, the entire skull exploded, and a bewitching blue-purple firework bloomed! This is the powerful flare "Ghost Fire Lantern" that Strunm tossed! The little vulture rolled its eyes in fright and fainted.

Suddenly, there was a loud fluttering sound, and it was a flock of rotting vultures returning to their nests. Waltpole Cullen's voice came from afar: "Boss, I'm here!" ”

"Damn, be quiet, bastard!" Saying that, Qingyi showed a smile worth playing: "The show has begun." ”

System Prompt: Are you leading an army into the territory of Plato, the Sacrifice of the Dead?