"Where to go?", Nightingale asked Al . After breaking away from the large army, she somehow became nervous, and in front of El and Pandan, she did not put on the mask of her previous resolute and calm.

Pandan Grass was very happy when she looked around, and at this time, her curiosity, which was very different from that of ordinary dark elves, played a role.

"Since the messenger has allowed us to move around as we please, let's find a cave at will. ”

As he spoke, Al closed his eyes, stretched out a finger and danced wildly, and the words were still in his mouth.

"Point the soldiers, and the one you point to is the turtle king bastard. As soon as he finished speaking, Al opened his eyes and pointed to a cave on the right diagonal.

"That's it. Al waved his hand in high spirits, like a general commanding thousands of troops.

"How can you be so casual. Nightingale clenched his fists and punched again, "Who else is the turtle king bastard?"

If the dark elves who live in the cave are the turtle kings, then isn't she of the same clan?

"It's me, it's me. Al raised his hand in surrender and said, "Grandma, I'm the turtle bastard, I'm the bastard." ”

The cave is not large, and there are more than a dozen dark elves living there. The living conditions in the cave were very simple, and Al didn't even see any extra furniture, so that he, Nightingale, and Pandan could only stand and talk, which was very embarrassing.

The nightingale struck up a conversation with the dark elves, and Al listened quietly, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two so as not to arouse suspicion. He found that the dark elves were very alert, and that the nightingale had been talking to them for so long that it was only a very ordinary topic, such as daily life, the harvest of fluorescent wheat, and the losses suffered when attacking humans.

Al interjected, intentionally or unintentionally, and asked questions about food and other things, but they all diverted the topic.

As for the other dark elves, they don't even talk about it, as if they live a life like ascetics on weekdays, with pure hearts and few desires, and don't care about the world.

"These dark elves are absolutely quirky. "They must be hiding something, but the dark elves have always been straight, and it's really hard for them to tell lies without blushing and panting." ”

"So they resorted to this method of avoiding it, trying to hide the secret. ”

El rode the nightingale to talk to the dark elves, attracting their attention. He leaned his back against the stone wall of the cave, and slowly groped with both hands little by little.

"They must be hiding something with mist magic, and this cave is too clean, with a dozen dark elves living in it, and there is not even a table or chair?" ”

Thinking like this, Al froze, his right hand feeling a long scratch on the wall.

"It's about the thickness of a finger, and it's about the length of a long table, so it looks like a table. ”

"This scratch must have been printed on this table against the stone wall for many years. ”

Al took two more steps, slowly exploring the ground with his feet. Sure enough, on the stone surface under his feet, he sensed four imprints the size of bowls, roughly square.

"That's probably the four corners of the table. According to known estimates, the table was extremely tall and heavy. ”

"It's not like a normal table, what is it for?"

It's just that Al can't do anything else, and he walks back and forth in front of the stone wall, which has already attracted the attention of the other dark elves in the cave.

When the nightingale had finished talking, they walked out of the cave, and the nightingale complained to Al, "You have nothing to do with it, and you have attracted everyone's attention, and it took me a lot of effort to get over." ”

"It's just two steps, and they really care about the stone wall. ", Al said meaningfully.

Nightingale looked at El warily, "What do you want to do? If you reveal your human identity here, I won't save you if you are caught." ”

"What can I do? I can't do anything, that's the most troublesome part. Al said in annoyance.

"These dark elves are like thieves to guard against us outsiders, and they can't ask anything, not to mention that it's up to you, a stupid girl, to ask, it's even more hopeless. ", Al lamented.

"Silly girl, who's a silly girl!", the nightingale raised her eyebrows, and was about to get angry again.

"Al, what's wrong with you? How come you are like a child, and you are distracted when you arrive in a strange place. ”

Nightingale's words woke El up.

"Children, I'm afraid they can really only start with innocent children. He looked at the nightingale and sighed.

"You can't. The disappointed look made the nightingale want to hammer him again.

Al patted Panda's little head and said hopefully, "Panda, you are much more useful than your sister, and now it's up to you." ”

......

The arrival of outsiders shattered the peaceful life of the Shadow Clan, at least the Night Wolf.

As a dark elf, he is still a child in his seventies, and he is not yet qualified to worship the great Lord of Darkness, but his faith is by no means weaker than that of any other clansman.

Now the Night Wolf's greatest wish is to grow up quickly, like his parents, and offer his most devout tribute to the Lord of Darkness.

It's just that the arrival of outsiders has changed everything, the tribute tables used for sacrifices have been removed, all kinds of ritual utensils used for sacrifices have also been taken away, and even the indispensable worship on weekdays has had to shorten the time and reduce the process.

Not only that, but even those tables, chairs, pots and pans, and all kinds of daily necessities that are commonly used have to be hidden so as not to be discovered.

He was also instructed by the left and right not to expose the information of the Lord of Darkness, and the night wolf's ears were calloused, and he was very dissatisfied: why must the great Lord of Shadows carefully hide his prestige and not publicize it?

The Night Wolf thought it was disrespectful to the Lord of Darkness, and all of this was done by these outsiders.

It is said that these outsiders are of the same race as themselves, and the Night Wolf does not think so. Although they have the same long ears, the same white skin, and similar faces as themselves, they have no faith, so how can they be of the same race as these outsiders?

"Bah, damn outsiders! damn unbelievers!", the night wolf thought viciously.

On the second day of the outsider's arrival, when the night wolf was bored at home, his usual playmate, the Moth Shadow, hurried to him, picked him up and ran out of the cave.

"What's wrong?", he was a little confused.

"There's an outsider, it's so powerful, we can't beat him. ", the moth said solemnly.