The nightingale and the hooded Al turned the rock and appeared in front of the children.

"Sister!", pandan rushed into the nightingale's arms like a fawn, crying out.

Seeing the appearance of the adults from outside, the children were still a little panicked and fled like frightened rabbits.

However, the night wolf shouted as he fled: "Pandan grass, you think about it carefully, and give me an answer quickly." ”

Seeing that these dark elf children had fled without a trace, the nightingale looked at the pandan grass in her arms very distressed, and softly comforted: "Pandan don't cry, my sister is here, don't be afraid anymore." ”

At the same time, she glared at Al fiercely, "It's all your bad idea, what to say is the easiest way to make pandan grass out of a child's mouth, and it won't arouse suspicion, you see it scares pandan grass." ”

"It shouldn't be. Al was also a little confused, "It's all children, they don't shout and kill, are they so xenophobic?"

As he spoke, he frowned and asked softly to Xianglancao, "Xianglancao, did they bully you?"

"Not really. Pandan washed her nose coquettishly, trying not to let the tears fall from the corners of her eyes.

"They want Pandan to believe in the Lord of Darkness, and their eyes are so scared. ”

"Believe in the Lord of Darkness?", Al was also stunned, he looked at the nightingale suspiciously, "Do you dark elves still believe in such gods?"

The Lord of Darkness, the name is a god associated with night, shadows, and darkness.

"Gods?" "Nightingale shook her head, "We elves have always worshipped the whole of nature, and the so-called gods are nothing more than the imagination of you humans themselves. ”

"Nature is so great, how can it be created and controlled by a single person?"

"You must know that in ancient times, you humans worshipped us elves as gods. ”

"What about the Lord of Darkness that the children made Magnolia believe in, it can't be that they came up with nonsense, right?"

"Is this ......", Nightingale was also asked, and at this point even she realized that something was wrong with the Shadow Clan.

"Pandan grass, what else did they say? You can say it one by one, and don't omit a word. ", Al said to pandan grass.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't panic, think slowly. ”

Pandan herbs have an amazing memory, otherwise it would be impossible to memorize the permutations and combinations of so many elements in just a few days. She thought about it carefully, and really repeated what the children had said before, word for word.

"Wheat, isn't that human food?", Nightingale asked, puzzled, she and pandan had lived in human society before, so they knew this.

Pandan also thought it strange, they all seemed to think that wheat was a gift from the Lord of Darkness, and had no idea that fluorescent wheat was edible. Pandan grass said.

"These children are completely unaware, which means that the Shadow Clan has been eating wheat exclusively for seventy or eighty years, or even a hundred years ago, and it is not one family, but the whole clan. ", Al slowly analyzed.

"Now there are two key questions, the first is where does all this wheat come from?"

"First of all, it is clear that the underground world is completely unsuitable for growing wheat, with a lack of sunlight and water. Even if it is not in this underground world, but in the 100,000 mountains outside, its harsh environment is completely impossible to grow wheat. ”

"And the Shadow Clan has been eating wheat for so long, and it has to supply the whole clan, and the amount is not small, so their source of wheat is quite stable, but where does this wheat come from?"

"The other point is why are they deliberately hiding it?"

Al asked the Nightingale, "Did the Shadow Clan reveal anything about Wheat and the Lord of Darkness before?"

"Not at all. The nightingale replied a little pale, and her already fair face seemed to be about to become transparent in the night.

"They never mentioned it, and not only that, but they also ate fluorescent wheat when they acted together, so we didn't know about it," she recalled. ”

"Did you hide it on purpose?", Al sighed and patted Nightingale on the shoulder, knowing that she was feeling uncomfortable right now.

Now it can be said that the evidence is conclusive, even if this Shadow Clan is not a spy, but it is no longer the same as the other Dark Elf Clan. What makes Nightingales even more chilling is that they have turned their backs on the faith of the elves to serve some dark lord.

"How can they do this?", the Dark Elf Maiden muttered sadly.

"If the other clansmen know, they don't know how sad they will be, what faces will we have to return to the Silvermoon Forest, and what faces will we have to face our kindred. ”

Al has a vague, rough answer to some questions hidden in his heart.

He somewhat understood why the entire dark elf clan would change their personality drastically in the future, becoming completely different from ordinary elves.

"Maybe the problem lies in the religion of this dark lord. Al thought silently.

Yes, what can change the behavior and spirit of an entire race, except religion, or faith?

There are no better words than faith, and no more deceptive excuse than faith.

Like the most beautiful layer of wrapping paper, people have written their ideals, revolutionary ...... on this colorful and dazzling wrapping paper And so on the most beautiful, good-looking words.

Then the wrapping paper can be used to decorate, whether it is robbery, or murder, or destruction, all the dirty, sinful, ugly acts, if they are packaged in faith.

It will be easy to be forgiven.

After all, this is for the sake of faith! for the sake of the people, for the country, for mankind, and for the ideals......

Not for yourself anyway.

Therefore, you can be at ease, so you can do nonsense, because under the wrapping paper called "faith", the heart will not be pricked by the "needle" of "morality".

There is no better reason or excuse than this, so faith is always like a contagion that spreads easily, and people are always willing to get this "disease" and cannot extricate themselves from it.

On the earth, the fascists in the past, the terrorism now, thousands of people have been infected with this strange disease.

They shouted the same word, "faith," in different languages, as if it were a universal soap that could wash away their dirty hands.

No matter how noble the ideal is, using dirty means to realize it will tarnish this nobility, let alone self-righteous nobility.