On the steep peaks, dense figures are like ants, hard and hard to climb upwards, since ancient times, climbing the peak, conquering the mountains has never been easy.

What's more, with such a large army, there are some things that cannot be done with too many people, but can be done with fewer people.

Because a person only wants to test his mood, and if there are many people, it is to test the unpredictable human heart.

El and his party put on black cloaks and blended behind the nightingale, looking like a group of bodyguards from a distance. And the nightingale is carrying sleeping pandan grass on her back, which looks a little pitiful.

Al couldn't stand it anymore, "Or you'll let the big man carry it." He pointed at Ollie, "It's so unpleasant for you to carry such a small person, and those who don't know think it's child labor." ”

Nightingale glanced at Al, then at the tall and strong Ollie, "I don't want other stinky men to touch my sister, and besides, that big man is as hard as iron, and it must be uncomfortable to sleep." ”

Al, who is classified as a "stinky man", touches his nose with a wry smile and looks at Ollie with an innocent face. "It seems that it is not good to practice too much. ”

He looked up again, and the scenery around him was unchanged, and he was tired of seeing it. Everywhere you look, stones, stones, stones, all stones. At the beginning, I was still idle, and I could find some wild fun from the stones all over here, such as stone tigers, stone oxen, stone flowers, etc., and Al even found a strange stone, which was seven points similar to a naked woman.

It's just that I've seen too much, and any round lines can't arouse Al's interest at all. The so-called three realms, looking at the mountain is a mountain, looking at the mountain is not a mountain, looking at the mountain is still a mountain, but unfortunately Al saw through his eyes, and still did not see the flowers from the lifeless stones.

"Oops. Al poked the nightingale, "Didn't you say that there are a lot of demonic beasts in the Titan Mountain Range? ”

Nightingale glanced at Al: "Our dark elves have been friendly with demonic beasts since childhood, and the vanguard has dispersed the demonic beasts along the road, so you naturally can't see it." She sighed lightly, "I don't know what's going on, after the cataclysm back then, we dark elves lost the ability that elves should have to drive animals." If we could drive the demonic beasts in the Titan Mountain Range, our dark elves wouldn't have fought so hard, and that human camp would be easy to break through. ”

Al listened to it and was secretly speechless, the elves are worthy of being the darlings of nature, listening to the meaning of the nightingale's words, not only ordinary animals, but even demonic beasts can be driven, no wonder the Forest of the Silver Moon is a famous forbidden place in the entire St. Teresa Kingdom. Except for a few mages who are not afraid of death, no matter how arrogant humans are, they dare not enter at will.

"Hey, why can't you see any green in this mountain? Al continued to ask, as if he was a curious baby, "Can't all the animals in the mountains be carnivorous, right? ”

"There is no shelter on this mountain, and the wind blows the sun. In the winter, I was directly buried by the snow and suffocated. In summer, if you are directly exposed to the scorching sun, you have to die in the sun, and how can any plant survive. The plants that survive tenaciously grow halfway up the mountain, or at the foot of the mountain. Goats, serows, and muntjac are all active in that area. ”

Al nodded, "Since we're going to the underworld, why go up instead of down?"

Nightingale rolled her eyes again, "You think it's the stairs of your house, go down if you want." There are only a few caves leading to the ground, and it's hard to find. ”

"And Mr. Al, aren't you tired of talking while climbing the mountain, how can I see you gasping for breath from time to time?"

Al smiled awkwardly, knowing that he had annoyed the little one. It's just that there is a burst of warmth in my heart, the passage to the underground world is undoubtedly a very important secret, and it is not easy to bring El and them in, if the dark elves ask for blindfolds and the like, El can understand.

But not only Nightingale, but also other members of the Moonlight Clan also expressed their trust, and all this was just a "deal" from El at the beginning, and maybe a little compassion at that time.

Give people roses, and leave a lingering fragrance in your hands. When I first saw it, it was just an advertisement, but now Al has experienced it for himself.

As he ascended, he suddenly heard a burst of melodious music from behind him. "Ding Ding Dong" is like rain falling on the leaves, neither joyful nor sad, but there is an indescribable ethereal.

Hearing this, the nightingale quickly grabbed Al and stepped back. The originally neat procession was as if they had heard the order at the same time, like a legendary prophet parting the waves of the sea, and it was very tacitly divided into two halves.

Al was wondering if it was a big man who suddenly appeared, and the next scene that happened made him unforgettable for a long time.

A stretcher was carried on the road that had been given up. Stretchers were carried by dark elves in pairs, with women in front and men in the back. Dark elves dressed in plain clothes walked ahead, flicking green leaves from nowhere, humming tunes that had gone through for an unknown number of years, and solemnly performing rituals that had been repeated many times.

The tune is ethereal, the song is melodious, and the road is long.

Lying on the stretcher are the dark elves who died in this war, unlike the humans who want to leave their best demeanor when they are buried. The Dark Elves lying on stretchers were still in their original state, but their wounds had been bandaged. The bright red blood stains were not wiped away, and the dry knots showed a sickly dark red, and the mutilated body was so tragic and conspicuous, telling the cruelty of this war.

The Dark Elves on both sides bent down and bowed their heads in respect, except for the nightingales who were a little choked on El's side, the young ones, most of the Dark Elves had their eyes closed, solemn but expressionless.

Neither joy nor sorrow.

It will not be like the forced joy of the "red and white happy events" in human customs, nor will it be sad and difficult to control, and it will not be able to help itself. The Dark Elves believe that death is also part of nature's cycle.

Come from nature and return to nature, so when you die, you must keep your original appearance, and do not deceive yourself or nature.

It's like their music, just the sound in nature.

It's just that the living can't help but miss it.

It's like a drop of water leaving the water, and the calm pool water can't help but ripple. Just as a petal is blown away from the petal, the flower will always sway and sigh.

The choked nightingale silently wept and whispered, "Welcome, you go home." ”

Al sighed softly and bowed as well. From his standpoint, he couldn't say the word "go home", so he could only say silently in his heart:

Go well and take care.