When the Demonborn captured Peg again, an army marched silently in the wilderness, about a day's journey from the Molten Iron City. They were different from all human armies, there were no deliberately emphasized passwords and steps, but the marching team maintained a subtle formation, without bright armor and eye-catching flags, this team seemed to merge with the weeds on the side of the road, quiet, fast, and when they walked by, it felt as if the wind was just blowing through the grass stalks. This is the team of elves.

The elves from the forest on the southwestern border of the blue lion walked under the unobstructed sky, and this unusual sense of emptiness made them somewhat uncomfortable with the life of the forest. But the calm rangers know that calm observation and calm thinking are the only ways to survive in any environment. Except for some special individuals...

"Hiccup!" Atwood, who was lazily lying on the back of a stag, burped, the elven elder who was known as the Green Staff and was also the mentor of Buckham and the elven warrior who guarded around him, not just the artistic hair of the old elf, of course, but the initiator who had urged his people to join the war against the nezumi himself seemed to be less concerned about the battle itself.

"Elder, we're pretty close to the dwarven city. However, the scouts still did not find any buildings on the horizon. An elf with long blond hair in leather and brass armor rode up to Atwood on another, smaller stag, and said respectfully. He wears a headband made of three different plants on his head, suggesting that the elf must have been over three hundred years old and that he was the leader of the army. But even an elven warrior who has lived nearly three times the lifespan of an ordinary person will behave as restrained as a young man who has just come of age in front of the green staff, and among the elders, Atwood is the most special existence.

"Will see, will see. The drunken elder replied casually, shaking the empty wooden flask in his hand and hanging it casually on the antlers in front of him. "Tell the hunters to prepare their bows and knives, Hiccup, the smell of blood in the air has not yet dissipated, and when we reach our destination, we are afraid that a great battle will come. ”

The armored elf frowned, "Elder, I still don't understand, even if we want to join this war, there is no need to cooperate with humans. With our strength, we are enough to purge those twisted creatures, not to mention that the lord of this land is still a dwarf. As he spoke, his eyes looked at his left hand, which was holding the reins, and now there were only three fingers left that should have been as slender as a work of art, and his ring finger and little finger had been cut off for some reason!

"Mlos, your wounds have been healing for decades, why bother holding on to those hatreds?" Green Staff looked at the juniors around him with a smile, he knew very well the origin of Mlos's hatred for dwarves, a few decades ago a group of crazy dwarven mercenaries invaded the forest, they recklessly used iron tools to cut down trees, and killed a small group of forest rangers they encountered. By the time more elves followed the cry of the Green Son, the trees that had lived for an unknown amount of time had been dug out of the ground. The dwarves claimed to have valuable deposits in the ground, and for that reason, they did not hesitate to destroy what was covered in the dirt.

Mlos snorted coldly, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, "The dwarves are savage destroyers, they are only obsessed with those lifeless stones, they have no feelings for living things, they are the scourge of the world. In fact, the general's words are also very representative, almost all the elves dislike dwarves for the same reason, in the eyes of nature-loving elves, dwarves' passion for minerals and creation has become the wanton destruction of the natural world, they hollow out mountains to find gems, cut down forests to light blast furnaces, if human short-sightedness can be attributed to their limited lifespan, then dwarves' actions are unforgivable in the eyes of the elves.

The green rod pursed his lips and tilted his head noncommittally. "Rebirth and destruction, maintenance and breakthrough, we and they are all part of this world, just as we are with those creatures known as nezumi. Everything begins with nature and will eventually return to nature, what is there to argue about. The old elf said, grabbing at his messy hair, and with a protesting cry, he snatched out a small bird. "Go, help me see what's going on in that city. The little bird, which was less than the size of a palm, blinked at the words of the green staff, spread its wings and flew into the sky. Strange to say, when this little bird lifted into the air, its feathers began to stretch rapidly in the sun, and when it swept over the heads of the elves, it was clearly a giant eagle with a red tail! Its wingspan was at least nearly two meters, and its bright red tail feathers left a conspicuous trail in the air!

As if reminded by Atwood's actions, Mlos shook the reins and urged the buck under his crotch to the front of the group, "Forest rangers, release the falcons and let our flying friends be our eyes." With his orders, black shadows of all sizes began to rise into the air, which were the warhawks domesticated by the elves, which could provide their masters with a higher and more comprehensive vision. Soon a large number of hovering shadows appeared in the empty sky, and the terrain was more suitable for eagles than in the forest.

The old elf raised his head and put his palm on his eye to block the sun, "Ahhh Looks like the fight is going to happen sooner, no, I'll have to take two more sips. Atwood said as he removed another flask from the antlers, which, by the way, had at least ten such containers hanging from the head of the stag on which the elven elder was riding. If it weren't for the fact that the deer he sat down on had become accustomed to the behavior of the green staff, it might have thrown the old fellow over.

The giant eagle hovering upwards overlooked the land with its sharp sight. Untended fields have shown a tendency to decay, and never-before-seen indentations are everywhere in the wheat fields, and according to the experience of the giant eagle, such traces can be produced, and the creature should be about the size of its owner, but there are many more of them. It seems that I have been able to eat a lot bigger food than squirrels lately, and I hope they taste better than squirrels. Flapping its wings and moving on, the eagle saw more sights, some small camps scattered but it seemed that they should have been abandoned, otherwise it would be impossible for no one to get out of the tent and look when they flew by. And maybe it's the instinct of the animal, the scout instinct in the sky feels that these camps are better not to approach rashly, and there are some very... An indescribable aura, and this aura is even more pronounced in the large mound of earth ahead. Wait, that's not a mound of dirt, it's a huge ruin!

At the same time, some of the brown-robed men raised their heads, and the Crypt Mother cultists, who had searched the ruins of the ground for survivors and usable items, spotted the Heavenly Peep.