There is an indescribable sense of tranquility in the Elwyn Forest at sunset.

The gray sky was dyed red by the sunset as the sun set, and the sun became gentle and soft, no longer blazing at noon.

When the evening breeze blows, the mottled shadow left by the shadow of the tree on the man's body has become one of the few things in this world that can touch him.

As he walked through the dense forest, the fierce beasts of the woodland all cowered into the hollows and shadows, shivering.

In the air, there seemed to be some kind of indescribable cold aura spreading, which was terrifying for the beasts with a keen sense of smell, and made them want to flee in horror.

When a cold evening breeze blew, the man's cloak was blown up, and a strand of cold white hair leaked out from under the cloak, fluttering gently in the evening breeze.

He paused.

Such an evening breeze was not enough to stop him, and what caught his attention was a boulder in the forest.

The boulder is twenty meters high, and from a distance, it looks like a huge meteorite standing alone, looking out of place in this forest filled with ancient trees and wild beasts.

The intertwined vines clinging to the boulder walls spread, and the moss attached to the stone walls form a primeval oil painting full of vivid colors.

As the light of the setting sun fell on the boulder, the nightingales that had stayed on it flew away with a chirp and panic—they felt the man's gaze, as if it were an icy contemplation from the depths of hell, and the living creatures avoided it.

And the man was obviously used to such treatment and did not say anything about it.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, he walked straight over and came to the boulder.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the grandeur of the boulder.

Every step he took forward meant that the sky above his head was obscured by the boulder, and when he finally came to the foot of the boulder, the whole world in front of him was obscured by the boulder, and there was no extra sky to be seen.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, his figure became a tiny trace in the contrast with the boulder. Not enough to mention.

Twenty meters tall is more than the height of most buildings in Azeroth, enough for an untrained civilian to fall to their deaths, and a very high height for many children.

Here he stands. Looking up at the boulder that suddenly appeared in the forest in the afterglow of the setting sun, I thought of the scene where the two human princes frolicked here a long time ago.

A young prince of Stormwind, a young monarch who will soon be crowned king, a young paladin who will be crowned a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and a young boy who is also Prince Lordaeron, laughs and chases happily, forgetting who they are and how reserved they are. Like the most innocent child, he enjoyed the laughter of an ordinary teenager and carved a symbol of friendship in the noon sun.

Now, in the intermingling of green moss and tangled vines, he could still vaguely see a few letters mottled by wind and rain erosion, but he had long since lost the rudimentary form of the past, and had lost the traces of a long time ago.

Just like the letterer today.

The wind, blowing from the depths of the forest, shook the dense branches, whipped the hem of the man's cloak, and beat his long pale hair, but could not blow the cold, waveless eyes.

In the night wind. Standing in the afterglow of the sunset, he indifferently ignored the gradually setting sun in the sky, indifferently ignored the forest that was about to fall into a dangerous night, and slowly raised a pale hand, gently caressing the moss on the boulder, trying to peel off the attachments on the rock surface.

Rustle Rustle –

As he moved, the shattered tissues of dirt and sand mixed with moss fell, staining his hands and sleeves, slowly revealing what was underneath the moss.

And he didn't stop, and continued to do so, intending to peel all the moss off the rocks. Ignoring the hands that were getting dirty.

Seeing his actions like this, someone finally chose to appear and stopped him.

"Master, please stop."

The person who spoke was a tall and beautiful figure. However, looking at such a beautiful image that is not like an ordinary thing, it is more like an angel than a human.

Sacred masks obscured their eyes and faces, and only curvaceous lips came into view. Although the leather armor of the cover body is scarce, it does not have the slightest sense of obscenity, but gives people a sense of sacredness and heroism.

From a distance, the figure like a mythical Valkyrie is beautiful and dazzling. When she appeared behind the man. A pair of white angel wings spread out in the air and flapped slightly, keeping her floating.

Kneeling respectfully in mid-air, this translucent phantom as beautiful as an angel spoke softly, her voice soft and beautiful.

"You shouldn't do the dirty work."

She was clear and respectful, expressing her piety and conveying her opinion, hoping to get her master's permission.

Only this time, her owner clearly rejected her kindness.

After a slight pause in his hand, he ignored the loyal subordinate, and continued to peel off the moss from the rock wall with indifferent movements, not even saying a word of reply, as if the beautiful phantom behind him did not exist.

Rustle Rustle –

At sunset, the sound of peeling dirt continued to sound, and there was no desire to stay.

When the superficial layer of moss was peeled off, the words that could be seen under the soil finally reappeared in the light of day, once again in this world.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, on the stone wall burned red by the sunset, the man could vaguely see such a row of handwriting—the seventh year of the Dark Gate, Varian. Wryon is here to witness an eternal friendship.

At that moment, time almost froze.

Through the gray corridor of time, he almost returned to the sunny noon, and saw the young king who was laughing and carving this row of words, and vaguely felt something that had long been forgotten.

In the night wind, his hand paused, then stretched out again.

This time, instead of stopping, his hand reached directly underneath the row of handwriting, and began to peel off the remaining moss.

Under the sunset, the sound of "rustling" sounded again in this quiet forest.

Until all the moss is peeled off, the words that have been hidden by these green mosses finally come to light again, appearing in the sunset, the seven years of the Dark Gate, where ▆▆▆▆▆ witness eternal friendship.

Because when the handwriting was rediscovered, the man's raised hand formed a shadow that covered the part of the name, so the name of the engraver did not appear in the sunset light, so that Walkey behind the man could not see the name of the other engraved boy. However, the kind of friendship between young people that is as warm and pure as the afternoon sun is still clearly felt by her, as if she feels a warm ray of sunshine shining on her body.

She silently looked at the man in front of her, did not say a word, continued to maintain her silence, and did not make any extra sounds.

For a moment, the whole forest fell silent.

In the red sunset, the man looked indifferently at the two rows of mottled words in front of him, was silent for a while, and suddenly raised his right hand, and there was a cold power circulating between his fingers.

He wanted to erase the words like anything else.

Hua Erqi behind him felt his intentions, but he didn't stop it, he didn't dare to stop it, he just silently watched the man practice what he said.

However, when the man raised his right hand and was about to fall, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded in vain in the forest that should have been silent, and then a cheerful voice appeared near the boulder, with a deep surprise.

"Great! I've finally met a living person, hahahahaha...... That brother in front of you, can you tell me how to get here? I seem to be lost. ”

Amid the cheerful laughter of the lost, the beautiful Walki disappeared silently into the sunset wind, as if it had never existed.

When the happy lost man came over, the man next to the boulder was silent for a while, and finally put down his right hand, slowly turned around, and glanced at the other party.

"Who are you?"

His voice was filled with the coldness that repelled people from thousands of miles away, as cold as the sharpest ice pick on the snowy field of winter, enough to pierce anyone's enthusiasm and extinguish all the heat of the other.

However, the happy lost person may have been so excited that he didn't notice the man's cold attitude at all, but happily introduced himself.

"I'm Li Yunfei, you can call me Li, or you can call me by my full name. Hahaha...... I'll just say that there is no endless road, although I have been lost in this broken forest for so long, but it is completely my fate to be able to meet my brother. Brother, you are here alone, you must know how to go, right? Can you take me to Shining Gold? I have a friend who asked me to bring a message from me, which is very important, can you help me with this? I will thank you. ”

In the happy self-introduction of the lost person, the man was silent for a few seconds, coldly looking at the happy smile on the other party's face without a trace of falsehood, but there was no hypocrisy and philistine that human beings should have on the other party's face.

Under the man's gaze, the lost man in front of him was like a carefree resident from a peaceful paradise, because of the lack of vigilance against the crisis, all those who did not have the vigilance of that intelligent creature were cold, cheerful and unscheming, pure as a ray of golden sunshine.

That happy laughter actually made him feel a little tingling—he had such laughter in the past.

So the ghost sent the gods, he nodded lightly, and agreed to the other party's request.

"I know the way, you can come with me."

The lost man laughed with joy and was genuinely happy to have a new companion.

By the time the two of them left, the sun had already set, and under the dark night sky, the boulder in the Elwin Forest stood alone in the barren woodland, silent.

When the cold moonlight shines down, you can clearly see that the two rows of mottled handwriting on the boulder have not been destroyed in any way, and still maintain their original appearance.

On the mottled stone wall, the names of the two young princes are engraved, accompanied by the quiet chirping of insects on a quiet summer night in the forest, witnessing an innocent friendship.

No one knows yet. (To be continued.) )