Under the scorching sun, the sun flowed brilliantly like the notes of water, wetting different charming sorrows.

After the heavy rain, it will be sunny.

Since the rain the day before yesterday, the weather has been exactly the same.

There were no clouds, the whole sky was blue, and there was not a single floating white cloud in sight.

The breeze blows, quietly blowing between heaven and earth,

A woman, standing in the wind. ，

A head of silver-white hair, comparable to the silver moonlight, from the neckline can be seen smooth and delicate full of wheat color of healthy skin.

Her hair fluttered in the wind, and she stood there silently, her eyes closed and motionless.

Behind him were hundreds of knights, each leading their mounts, and standing there, only the horses kept twisting their bodies, their heads shaking back and forth, and the sound of horses' hooves raised and lowered.

The knight is dressed in tight-fitting armor, reflecting the exquisite body, the pair of slender legs, and the temptation of straight hooks.

From their long pointed ears, you can tell who they are.

High Elves!

Knock knock knock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and as time passed, a dark night appeared in the distance.

Time has passed, and the night has become clear.

This is a High Elf knight riding a mount, she is also a woman, and when she comes to the front and back of the knight, she pulls the reins directly.

The horse's hooves were raised high.

The strength of the gallop makes it impossible for the horses to be able to do it all at once. Stop directly.

The whole horse is to be completely upright. The raised hooves were as tall as a man.

And the High Elves looked at him calmly. A pair of beautiful eyes did not have any emotional fluctuations, stepping, as the horse's hooves fell, a burst of dust splashed.

Turning over and dismounting, her movements were clean, she threw away the reins in her hand, and then strode up to the woman with her eyes slightly closed, and spoke in a deep voice.

"The general has been found. Just ahead? ”

"Has anyone arrived?" The woman slowly opened her eyes, her gaze seemed peaceful, but it was full of sharpness.

A pretty face, no sadness or joy, but it gives people an indescribable pride.

"When I arrived, there were already people in the camp, and because of the time, I didn't enter the camp to see if they had arrived," replied the knight heartily.

"Let's go. We set off," the woman turned. Walk towards your mount. 、

On the woman's body, she is dressed neatly, and she is wearing leather armor, but it reflects the hot figure even more.

"Let's go."

Turning over and getting on the horse, all the knights' movements were not neat, but they were very crisp.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and they hurried towards their destination.

Soon, about a quarter of an hour or so passed.

In their field of vision, a small camp was already in sight.

It's a small camp, but it's not, because it's just a complex.

It's a village, but from its dilapidated buildings and the weathered wood on it, it's been a while since anyone came.

"The Quellins Hut has arrived," a High Elf knight beside the woman snapped a hint when she saw the building ahead.

"Well," the woman replied, and said no more.

Her gaze was a little misty, but more of a rage.

The place in front of them was called the Quellins Hut, where they had left the Chorus Forest and entered the Salas Trail.

After leaving the Salas Trail and heading west, you will come to this Quellins Hut.

From the name of this place, you can hear the relationship between this place and the High Elves.

This is called the Quellins Hut, and the Kingdom of the High Elves is called the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

This was originally the territory of the High Elves, and before the Scourge of the Dead, a village was established here, the Quellins Hut.

This name, it doesn't sound too good,

However, the population is quite large, with a fixed population of several hundred, and with the floating population, there are at least a few thousand people here.

The reason for this is because this Quellins Hut is located on the side of the road to enter the Kingdom of Quel'Salas.

When the High Elves are in and out, they often choose to take a break here before starting their journey.

However, with the outbreak of the undead, Arthas attacked the kingdom of Quel'Salas and suffered a catastrophe, and after the fall of Quellins Hut, everyone was slaughtered.

Later, though the spirits of the dead were cast out,

But this Quellins hut has not regained its former prosperity.

Because the people of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas, the opportunities to enter and exit have become fewer.

To be more precise, there are fewer people coming in and out.

It's not that there are fewer people coming and going in and out of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and the approach of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas is similar to that of the main city of Lordaeron.

They all set up a platform and started using portals and flying mounts.

That platform, which he had built in the depths of the Salas Trail, on the edge of the magical enchantment, would be the first to be entered by the magical enchantment, so it gradually began to replace the role of the Quellins Hut.

The decline of Quellins Hut is actually related to the current situation in the Eastern Plaguelands.

If the Eastern Plaguelands were as prosperous as ever, then even if all the people of Quellins Hut were killed, they would still prosper.

That's because the Eastern Plaguelands have a demand for High Elf items, which naturally facilitates trade between the two.

However, with the Eastern Plague Land deserted, the goods of the High Elves did not flow into the Eastern Plague Lands very much.

The former Quellings Lodge is just east of the city of Stratholme, where you can take a break and then go straight to Stratholme.

Now that Stratholm has been abandoned, the Quellins Hut is even more useless.

Even the Salas Trail is rarely walked.

The woman looked hateful, it was hatred for Arthas.

Clearly, she saw the Quellins Cottage and thought of its former prosperity.

The memory of the High Elves has always been good, their lifespan of thousands of years, a few years, to them, it is like a few months,

No, less on this time.

So the ruins of the Quellins Hut, in their opinion, the last time they saw the prosperity of this place, it was a few months ago. (To be continued......)