Placed on the table by the elven knights are several delicate flasks, and at the top, the hollowed-out process makes the aroma of the wine inside.

It has both the fragrance of fruit and the mellow taste of fine wine.

As elves with a lifespan of nearly a thousand years, there is hardly anyone in this world who can compare to them when it comes to enjoying life.

The first to apply magic in daily life was the elves, and at the time of their strongest, nearly one-tenth of the elven population were spellcasters, which truly brought magic into thousands of households.

If it weren't for the sparse population of immortals, the rise of humans, and the fact that these more psionic races were hit far more by the Chaos invasion than humans, perhaps they would have developed a path that was not inferior to that of the Witch King.

At present, among the players, no one has found a way to become an elf, which makes many real-life elf fans, as well as other players who are interested in the appearance of elves, more or less lost.

In other words, no player has managed to transform themselves into an inhuman race, and there are no other options when it comes to building a character interface in the game.

The closest player is a player in the Kingdom of England who has managed to pass the Blood Ritual with his innate charisma of 16 points, allowing a high vampire to turn him into the lowest level of the Bloodline.

The player refuses to reveal exactly how he did this, so he is currently the only non-human player.

Of course, more than a dozen player warbands awaited him, some of whom were interested in blood blood, some had borrowed missions from the natives, and some were extremist religious elements.

All in all, this player has had a very thrilling and exciting time lately.

However, these have nothing to do with the problems Xu Yichen is currently experiencing, pouring the fluorescent, pale green wine into the matching cup, and the demon hunter first tastes the taste of the elven wine for Vittoria!

As time passed, the sun moved from the horizon to the heads of the people, and the Demon Hunter, persuaded by the Berserker Karui, drank three pots of moonshine peculiar to the elves.

It tastes like a real premium wine, but it's more refreshing and has a refreshing sense of transparency.

"You drank the elven moonshine, and for the next twenty-four hours, your perception will be +1."

During this time, three other ragged druids joined the feast,

Scattered nearly twenty elven warriors also returned to the gathering place in the forest, half of them riding silver-armored horses like Legolas.

The other half of the people were wearing the [Elven Ranger's Leather Armor] that the Demon Hunter had obtained before, wearing a dark green cloak, carrying a bow and arrows, and carrying a short sword at his waist.

These are the rangers of the forest, the part of the elves that are just beginning to learn the ways of war.

Every elven warrior who made it to the ground would stand next to the remains of two of their kindred for a few minutes of mourning before joining in the feast in their ruined home.

Have fun in time, for these elves, the battle with Chaos is so brutal.

As an immortal species, starting from the Chaos Invasion, the number of the entire race has been negative for five hundred consecutive years.

From the beginning of the powerful race that competed with humans for living space, to the present, most mortals may not have the opportunity to meet elves once in their lifetime.

Maybe in a few hundred years, the elves will become another fantasy creature in the mortal history books.

Legolas took a glass of wine and communicated with every one of the people who arrived, and a knight with a map followed her, adding something to the map from time to time.

Legolas' face was sometimes pleased, sometimes sad, but he smiled and hugged everyone who had asked.

Xu Yichen sat there listening to Karui and his three subordinates boasting about their exploits to each other, and the four druids sat silently on the side, indisputable to the world, like four cabbages.

The so-called drunken spitting truth, these bald men who drink very boldly are all from a tribe called Judtonheim.

It is said that it is a tribe, but in fact, this tribe basically controls the southwest coast of the entire Far South Continent, and the total population is estimated to be about 10,000 people.

The Juddenheim people, who live by the sea with their backs to the forest, are very old-fashioned, have little contact with outsiders, and are said to have excellent shipbuilding skills.

To see which family has the greatest ship is to know which family is the most powerful.

According to them, the changes in the Black Forest actually have little impact on them, and with the rise of a series of port cities such as the Great Port of Antonio, these guys who rely on the sea for food have become less and less demanding on forest resources.

This time, the people of Jutunheim will appear here, all because the relationship between Karui's family and the elves is very good, and it is completely a friendship support.

It wasn't until the sun had completed three-quarters of the way that seven or eight more elven knights, covered in scars, arrived at the camp with three corpses, and the camp gate hurriedly reported to Legres for a while.

Obviously, the elves had some trouble on their way back.

"We informed one of our allies who had come to this gathering that they had been intercepted and killed on the way, and that their bodies had been found by my men." Legres' men came over carrying the corpse, and the elven knight said in a sad tone.

The corpse was wrapped in white silk and looked about 1.8 meters tall, and judging from the bulging chest, it seemed to be a lady.

Placing the three corpses next to the other table, Legolas still placed the moonshine on the table: "They are Amazonian warriors from the northern forests, my people have only found three corpses, salute these heroic ladies!" ”

The Berserker Karui and his men raised their glasses, and even the druids raised their glasses for amnesia, and the Demon Hunter and his two companions drank the glass in honor of the victims.

But he was sensitive to Legolas, who looked at him with a complicated expression.

With the arrival of the corpses, the atmosphere of the banquet seemed to be overshadowed by pessimism, and the berserkers continued to drink cup after cup, but there was no more rough laughter.

"What's going on, Leglais?" Xu Yichen walked to the elven knight with a wine glass: "I remember you said that you left two hundred people in this forest, and now there are only fifty people in the entire camp. ”