The evening breeze is light and fluorescent.

A young elven boy sitting on a branch of a towering ancient tree, with his back against the trunk of the tree, hanging one foot at random. He tilted his head slightly, staring at the night sky. The moonlight shone on the woods, and there was also a glimmer of light passing through his body. The blue eyes, soft lines, and slender body reveal a quiet stunning. Heaven favored this race too much and endowed them with amazing beauty.

The boy was dressed in black leather armor, with a one-handed sword hanging from his waist, and a longbow on his back, and a quiver dangling from another branch, no more than half an arm's length.

He was an elven sentry, and there were many elves like him, standing guard. It may not be too difficult to sneak up on an elf, but it's almost impossible to sneak up on a full team of elves because they are nature's darlings.

They have excellent eyesight, and can see far as there is a little light in the night; Their hearing is good, and experienced elves can tell what is approaching by the vibrations of the earth; Elves have a good sense of smell, and they can distinguish other smells mixed in the air. It is by no means an easy task to break through such a warning net. The teenager was good at hearing, so he just sat on the trunk of a tree.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and soon he calmed down again, and behind him, someone was approaching.

"Go and rest, it's not out of Odashir yet, there won't be any danger." It was an elven old man.

"Not necessarily." The elven boy didn't look back, just drew his sword and wiped it gently.

"Hey"

The old man sighed softly, and seemed so heavy in the silent night. He didn't persuade him anymore and chose to leave.

This is the current state of the elves. While the other races were building city-states, they broke away from the alliance and migrated to settle in the ruins deep in the forests of Odashir. In the blink of an eye, elves are an elegant race, indifference is their nature, and nature is their destination. But the changes of a thousand years ago made them lose their king, lose their pride, and return to this forest alone to lick their wounds. They had changed, not indifferent, but genuinely indifferent, like the young chief of the guard, cold as moonlight.

The elven old man came and went as fast as he could, and in a blink of an eye he was back by the bonfire, where there was also a young man, holding a book, looking through the light of the bonfire, turning a page from time to time.

"Your Highness, it's not too early, rest." The old man stood beside him, hunched slightly.

"Sit down, old butler, and we'll talk." The old man hesitated for a moment, then sat down as he said, and added some firewood. It wasn't cold, and the elves didn't need such a bonfire, but the old man insisted, and it was for all his fellow people who had disappeared into the darkness, telling them that the light was here.

"Where did Your Highness see?"

"I'm going to flip through it, but it's a fun book. Old butler, have you ever been to a human city? Have you seen the territory of the Beast Spirit Clan? Have you ever sailed on a boat? Have you ever encountered pirates? ”

The old man smiled and looked at the young elf prince lovingly, "Your Highness, the outside world is very exciting, since the elder sent you out, one day, the old slave will accompany you and see the whole world"

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Many things will come as scheduled, and will not change because of human will, such as early in the morning.

A small town not far from the coastline, listening to the sea breeze and facing the rising sun.

In the town's only blacksmith, a middle-aged man gradually wakes up. Two empty jars lay across the ground, and the rich smell of wine permeated the room, indicating that the owner of the room had drunk a lot of wine.

He drank so well that he would never pour a jar or two, but he was drunk last night, and he was really drunk, and he was deeply drunk. He grabbed the faded blanket that covered his body, looked out the window at the somewhat lit courtyard, and was speechless for a long time.

Quietly, tears rained down.

Sir, how can you be soft-hearted? We've all lived to this age, and if you're going to do that, how can you leave me as a hidden danger? Even if it's just in case, you should kill me, I'm already drunk, drunk and unconscious, how can I wake up again

It was already getting a little light, and Barlow sat up. Since he was still alive, he had to do something, or he was afraid that he would slowly decay in the rest of his life. The lord is very strong, in his heart, the lord has always been the strongest person, but that thing, no matter how you think about it, it is beyond the reach of man. His strength is not enough, even if he is by the master's side, it is estimated that he will not be able to play a decent role. He knew what kind of self-confidence his master had, and only he knew that some preparations or means that seemed meaningless to his master could often have some effect. Anyway, he had to do something!

Barlow quickly calmed down, already having a plan in his mind, although it was only a rudimentary form, he could think about it while he hurried. Since he had decided to leave, he was not in a hurry, seeing that it was still early, he took a shower, washed himself off the smell of wine, and changed into a piece of clothing, which he wore when he came to this town.

A bracelet, a wooden box, and a few old clothes, that's all there is to the salute. He then took out a wooden box about two meters long from under the bed. He gently brushed away the thick dust that had accumulated on the wooden box, took a hard breath, and opened it. It turned out that there was a huge long axe of dark gold lying there.

"Old friend, long time no see." At that moment, his eyes were gentle to the extreme. He took out the long axe and carefully wrapped it in a tarp.

Packing his bags, Barlow began to restore everything in the blacksmith's shop, erasing the traces of last night's battle, and then sat down at the table.

Barlow has lived in this border town for ten years, and after all, he has feelings, but the only one who really can't rest assured is his kind disciple, because he is too kind, so he is even more worried. I don't know when I can go back, I don't know if I can go back. His original plan was to let this disciple go out to practice, and he secretly protected him, and when he realized the complexity of human nature, and then had some self-preservation power, he would come back here to spend his old age in peace. He knew that his apprentice would definitely listen to him, so he hesitated to let him stay in this town and spend his life in peace, or let him go out to wander.

"Mace, by the time you read this letter, I was already out of here. I have what I have to do. I know you've always wanted to get out and about, and I've deliberately ignored that feeling over the years. I'm leaving, and it's up to you to decide where you stay or not. Think about what you want."

He wrote a lot, and Barlow released his reluctance in this way, and when he put down the pen and paper, his eyes were as resolute as iron, as if everything here had nothing to do with him.

Facing the first ray of sunshine, he is full of pride!

It's been too long, the world is too fast, and people have long forgotten that I exist.

Today! I am back!

I! García Bale! It's back!

Stride up to the sky and go out!

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