A gust of wind blew through the forest, bringing the sound of salsa.

The elk, which was buried in grazing, raised its head vigilantly, and after smelling the familiar smell in the wind, it relaxed the tense muscles of its whole body, lowered its noble head again, and leisurely pouted the grass vines on the side of its mouth.

Carrying a bow and arrows, a powerful man stepped out of the shadows of the forest. He was dressed in rattan weaving, and carried a wooden quiver carved with openwork patterns on his back, and ten arrows were inserted into it, like a work of art.

Beneath the olive leaf headdress, pointed ears can be seen drilled into the hair.

Half-elves are a group of historical products born from the Covenant Era, the union of elves and humans. It is said that when the elves sailed west to their distant homeland, the half-elves who were not allowed to enter the "hometown" by Mother Earth were left on the ship and left on this deserted island that was called Crocodile Island by the kingdom of Rick.

It has the face of an elf, but its body is not as slender as that of an elf, and its rough lines are closer to that of a human. Their lifespan is not as long as that of elves, but they have nearly three to five hundred years to squander.

The man walked straight to the elk, stopped in front of it, and said in a deep voice.

"It's a wizard, I see his messenger. It was a humanoid monster, like a monkey, or maybe it was just a monster summoned from the Demon Realm. ”

Speaking to an elk, such an act is quite strange no matter how you look at it, but something even stranger happened, only to see that the elk raised its head and actually spoke elven language.

"Wizard? Why did the wizard come here? ”

There was confusion in the deep voice.

"I don't know." The man shook his head, "From his words, I can't discern his intentions. ”

The elk lowered its eyebrows and chewed on the grass roots.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew through the woods, and the elk raised its head, its ears moving slightly under its horns.

As if hearing something in the wind, it spoke.

"Morrowind is waiting for you."

"I'll go."

With these words, the half-elf man was just about to walk in the direction of the village, but the elk spoke again.

"Sit down, I'll take you there."

Surprise appeared on the half-elf man's face.

Since he was born, the elk has lived at the entrance to the village. He didn't know exactly how old it was, or why it spoke Elven. But one thing he could be sure of was that he had never seen anyone riding on its back for two hundred years.

The elk shook off the fluff on his body, turned to face the ancient tree that almost covered the entire village, and eagerly scraped his hooves.

"Come on."

Hearing this urging, the half-elf man finally came to his senses, grabbed the sturdy antlers, and sat down cautiously.

……

The half-elven village was built deep in the jungle, upstream of the river. A five-metre-wide tributary runs through the middle of the village, and the roots as thick as elephant's legs derive from one side of the river to the other, forming a natural bridge.

The whole village is made up of towering ancient trees, and all the half-elves live in the half-hollow tree houses, walking on the vines that entangle the entire village. The oldest tree here is said to be thousands of years old, and is said to date as far back as the Covenant era.

When they are sleepy, they sleep in the treehouse, when they are hungry they pick the fruits that adorn the vines and ancient trees, and when they are thirsty, they drink the nectar that gathers in the leaves or hollows of the trees, and the half-elves who are not engaged in production have as much time as their ancestors have to study what interests them.

If you don't care about the quality of life and the level of civilization, these half-elf social forms are simply a small utopia.

Riding the talking elk, through the roots of the ancient tree of life, Kanrui Donglu, who carried a bow and arrow, soon came to the ancient tree in the middle of the village, and reached out and tapped lightly on the blued stone tablet three times.

The vines, as thick as pythons, moved as if they had come to life, forming a staircase around the ancient tree at his feet, holding him and the elk below him firmly from the ground.

The breeze was blowing through the forest again.

In the midst of the sa sound, there was a slow, steady whisper that only Kanrui Winterro could hear.

"You're back."

"Yes." "As you suspected, he is indeed a wizard, and I saw the demons following him, and the magic that put the monkeys to sleep. As you commanded, I did not clash with him. ”

The dry bark cracked in all directions, and the obsidian-like spheres were surrounded by interlaced meridians, like a pitch-black eyeball.

The ancient tree, which looked like an ancient artifact, opened its tired right eye.

Chris Morrowind, technically speaking, is no longer a half-elf. A thousand years ago, he fused with the ancient tree of life left behind by the elves, and escaped into the realm of eternity in the flesh. As long as the earth does not rot and his roots remain, his life will not come to an end.

For thousands of years, it is under the protection of his wisdom and roots that the half-elf race has multiplied in this land abandoned by elves.

"You're doing a good job, and patience is just as great a strength." In a deep and old voice, he continued, "Now we no longer have the strength to provoke the inhabitants of the mysterious world, who did not belong to this world in the first place. If he wants to stay here, then let him stay here, as long as he doesn't come and provoke us. ”

"He agrees to stay in Half Moon Valley, south of Brook Rock, and I'll have people keep an eye on him and forbid him to step into our home."

"Where the human captain is laid to rest?"

As if remembering something, the old voice carried a little nostalgia.

"Maybe that wizard ......"

Seeing that his old friend seemed to be asleep, the elk hesitated for a moment, and tentatively opened his mouth, but was only halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted mercilessly by the old voice.

The branches of the whole forest rustled in the rising wind.

"Wizards won't help us, I've dealt with them, they've always indulged in their boring studies," Chrese Morrowind interrupted the elk's voice, and said in a tone that could not be denied. "Instead of praying for their help, pray that they don't stab us in the back when we are in danger."

The elk lowered its head, and there was a hint of sadness in its words.

"Chaos is awakening, and the creatures of Aditya are still arguing for boring reasons, the Great Ancestor has left us, and this time we can only rely on ourselves...... But on our own, do we have a chance of winning? ”

The ancient tree fell silent, but Donglu's expression was slightly moved.

As a young man, he had heard the word from the mouths of the elders of his clan.

And every time this word is mentioned, their eyes are full of uneasiness and even horror.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask.

"What exactly is Chaos?"

"It's destruction, kid." The elk whispered.

"Can't even the Mother of the Forest stop them?" Donglu continued to ask.

"Of course, my child, Mother of the Forest is great and omnipotent," the chapped bark slowly closed, the tired old tree closing its obsidian eyes, "but she has left this world. ”