A cloud-topped cocktail finch fluttered its wings and flew over the silver-crowned forest. It is a sturdy bird that is fast and can forage for more than two hundred miles.

It's about to snow, and it has to fly as far as it can, looking for food that might be satisfying. Not only itself, but also the three chicks in the nest. It has to feed these little ones before the snow falls.

It's just that the current silver-crowned dense forest has long lost its former peace, and the land is extremely noisy. Those big trees that might still have a nut or two were cut down, and warm streams that might harbor fat bugs were blocked. Humans were shouting in the jungle, they set fires everywhere, and black smoke filled the forest.

Tired from flying, the cocktail landed on top of a silver-crowned tree that had long been charred and bare, and looked down curiously.

A huge battering ram crawled slowly on the ground, and countless camels were their dense fleshy feet. The soft ground, which had been layered with dead leaves, was trampled into mud. Soldiers, livestock, humans, elves, rolled in the mud and turned into the same color.

Under the tree, the corpse of an elf and the corpse of a human overlapped. Before they died, they wanted to eat each other alive, but after they died, they lay quietly together.

The birds left disappointed, and they didn't want to find food in this kind of place. It flapped its wings and flew farther away into the sparse flames.

The vast expanse of the forest in memory was gone, replaced by a charred earth. The sky was dark, and the air was not snowflakes, but black ashes.

The cocktail finch's strength is about to run out, and it can't even fly back to its nest without food. But luckily, in the midst of the chaos, it saw a friendly creature beckoning to it.

This creature it remembers, not only does not harm it, but also feeds it enough food. It's been a long time since I've seen them, but I didn't expect them to really disappear.

The bird chirped happily, folded its wings, and landed in Lucieux's palm.

"How?" Kelam asked a little dazedly as he saw Hale come out of the dilapidated room, empty-handed.

Hall shook his head.

"They left in a hurry, and the humans went on to ransack the place." He paused, "There are no bodies. ”

This may be the only good news.

This small village called Onsi, deep in the dense forest, became a rear post after the war began.

The three people who escorted Ayn Stone trekked through mountains and rivers, and with the help of the pass order, it only took more than a month to rush back to the Silver Crown Jungle.

But the situation of the battle was clearly worse than when he left three months ago, and the Singh elves were losing and retreating, and even outposts like Onxi's approach to the royal court had been abandoned.

In order to avoid the large army of humans, they have already spared a large circle around the Silver Crown Forest. Unexpectedly, the human blockade was quite tight, and Hale tried to meet the sentinels of Onxi, looking for a safe way back to the royal court. But now it seems that they have to risk their way through the chaotic jungle.

It's very difficult, this is already a war zone, and the three lonely people are very easy to become targets for both sides. Half a day before arriving at the Onsi outpost, Hale encountered at least five cold arrows from the elves. After he hurriedly undisguised himself, he was greeted by more cold arrows—this time from humans.

Crossing a war zone is never easy, let alone this kind of jungle guerrilla that is full of killers.

The two of them were at a loss, and watched with a wry smile as their female companions were teasing the birds there. Lucieux tossed and turned the nuts in the palm of her hand, and the cocktail finch jumped up and down, eating quite lively.

This is a mysterious companion who travels all the way, and she doesn't say a word about her birthplace or relatives and friends. If in peacetime, Hall and Kelam would certainly be suspicious. But in this chaotic world, who cares. As long as the other party is an elf, it must be a companion.

On the other hand, is he still an elf? Hall looked at his hands, which were stained with blood when the war began, both evil enemies and innocent children. The Singer elves fight for survival, but is every swing of the knife fully justified? Hall didn't dare to ask himself this question.

Maybe Lucie's carefree nature is what elves should be.

The silence was broken by the sound of slowly approaching footsteps, and the well-fed cocktail sprang with its feet and flew away from the elf's palm.

A group of well-armed soldiers approached, and they slowly pressed down the hillside in a semi-encircled manner. The woods behind it were also a bit noisy, and it seemed that the human army had already set up an encirclement when the three of them searched the Onsi outpost.

Elves are a valuable asset, and humans will try to capture them alive whenever possible. The force may have been lucky enough to spot the trio and complete the siege while they were searching for the Onsi outpost.

Both Hale and Kelam drew their scimitars, and the two powerful elven warriors didn't think they had a chance to fight their way out. As long as the other party is not an old monster like the Queen Mother Oktahi, they still have some confidence in their own strength.

But at a close distance, a small episode occurred. Major General Clifford, the commander of this elite force, appeared on the hillside on his beautiful gray zebra.

He was an unusually handsome officer, and he looked excessively young.

"Elves, lay down your weapons!" He waved his horsewhip arrogantly, "I guarantee your safety, at the cost of freedom." ”

"Elves can only lose their lives, they never lose their freedom!" Hall sneered disdainfully.

"Really? Do you think you will be free by escaping back to the birdcage of the royal court? Clifford laughed, "That birdcage of yours is almost finished!" ”

"Despicable human!"

"Despicable? Mankind? Perhaps. Clifford smiled faintly. He jumped off the horse, and despite the adjutant's dissuasion, Shi Shiran walked in front of the three of them.

Hall and Kelam sent forward a scimitar, but the major general didn't care, he took off his gloves and exposed his fingers.

His fingers have four phalanges, which are a sign of elven blood!

"My mother is an Aya elf. After the destruction of Lin Island, she hid in Tibet on the mainland, was captured, became a slave, and finally sold to her father, where she became a plaything locked in a cage. ”

Clifford, the half-elf, laughed very coldly: "She was crazy when she gave birth to me, but she still recognizes me." Do you want to know what she said about you Singh elves? ”

Hall looked bitterly at the half-elf in front of him, he had already guessed the answer.

She said that the Singh elves would come to her rescue! Certain! Hahahaha! ”

Clifford laughed, Hall was silent, and Kelam lowered his head in shame.

Clifford laughed enough and continued.

"But you don't have to worry too much, in fact, I personally don't have much hostility towards the Singh elves." Major General Clifford amusedly dusted off the dust that had fallen on the armor with his gloves, "She didn't wait for you, it was me who ended her suffering." And I was supposed to be a slave, but now I am an Imperial General.

After the death of the last Aya slave in the empire, the culture of the Aya elves has become a fashion in the whole world. The blood of Aya in my body has become the noblest bloodline. Do you know how the nobles of the imperial capital tout us half-elves? - New Humans!

It's such a ridiculous world! ”

"So, I don't think you need to worry too much about this forest. Maybe the Singh elves will be destroyed today, but Singh's descendants will remain. Maybe the Silver Crown Forest will turn into ashes, but the culture of the Silver Crown Forest will be passed on forever in the human world.

That's a good ending, isn't it? After all, you, me, and us have long since been abandoned by God. ”

"I'm sorry about your mother. But if destruction is Singh's fate, we will accept it. Hall clenched his scimitar, "But not today." ”

Clifford shrugged his shoulders, Singer elves are all stubborn, which is not the same as the mother family. He turned to leave, and the following things are up to their abilities.

He rode up the hill, and it seemed that he had lost a little time here.

"It's going to snow." He looked at the gloomy sky and muttered.

Half a day ago, there were three red fireworks in the sky, and Emperor Belisa had been waiting to gather all the generals, and he had to rush to the base camp as soon as possible.

The sound of scuffle behind him sounded, and Clifford's ears moved. The scimitar sliced through the crisp slices of the armor, the blood spurting from the inside of the body, and the muffled sound of internal organs shattering inside the body.

These two guys are good hands, and he thought to himself that maybe his troops will lose some people, and maybe they will be able to escape. But he didn't care.

The Empire summoned these hybrids of Aya to the front line and gave them military ranks, with the aim of allowing them to prove their loyalty to the human bloodline in the process of killing the Singh elves. All he had to do was cut off one or two of Singh's elven heads in public, smiling, and the human would believe that his soul was on his side, not the elves.

Humans have an evil naivety, they themselves do not possess such a quality as loyalty, but wishful thinking believes that half-human, half-elf mongrels possess such noble qualities.

Clifford rode his horse and thought wandered the world. More than twenty soldiers surrounded him and continued in the direction of the base camp.

On a mountain trail, the team slowly stopped. The Major General looked up in some surprise and saw the female elf at the Onxi outpost just now blocking in the middle of the road.

"I have something to ask you." Lucieu's tone, as if chatting with a friend, "Let your guards go." ”

This is a lady who will make a deep impression, and her beauty is very unique even among elves. If they meet outside of the battlefield, perhaps Clifford will have something else in mind.

But this is the battlefield!

Clifford chuckled, "You surrender first, and then I'll listen carefully to what you have to say." ”

Clifford didn't know how she had fought her way out of the encirclement or why she had come to him. But I'll leave that until she's captured - if she's willing to surrender.

Seeing that the elf was indifferent, he waved his horsewhip, and an adjutant led four guards to surround him. The elven martial arts are extraordinary, but the level of the general's direct guard is not bad.

The four guards cautiously hid most of their bodies behind the flis shield, the two in front of them held long swords, and the one behind drew the throwing axe at their waists. If an enemy is too nimble, they will throw powerful axes to suppress the enemy's room to move. Attacking a lone master is a fairly safe set of tactics.

Of course, the premise is that the gap in strength is not too large.

Two sword-wielding guards stabbed their swords from behind their shields. The angle at which the two swords stabbed out was quite exquisite, the sword in the back came first, and the sword in front just sealed the angle at which Lucieu blocked.

Lucie slashed impatiently. The knife in her hand was an ordinary elven scimitar, sharp, but not known for being strong.

The knife slashed at a soldier's iris shield.

With a loud bang, the scimitar shattered into powder on the steel shield.

Although the scimitar is broken, the knife is still there.

The two elite guards were split in half by the fierce sword, including their armor and shield!