"Don't worry," the half-elf patted him on the shoulder. "He shouldn't be reckless, although the elves don't like the dwarves of the valley, they won't poison him. ”

Wade shook his head. He wasn't worried about what the elves would do to Seston.

Upon entering the meadow, the group saw a tall, unusually strong elf speaking to the refugees.

His voice was very cold, and his expression was very rigid and stern.

"You've regained your freedom, and now you can go wherever you want. We have heard that the territory south of Paktakas has not yet been controlled by the Dragoons. Therefore, I advise you to go southeast as soon as possible. As far as we can, we can provide you with surplus rations. Nothing else can help. ”

The refugees from Vello, who had not yet adapted to life in their freedom, looked at each other at a loss.

They were peasants living outside of Vero, forced to watch their homeland sink into flames, and their hard-earned grain was plundered to feed the army of dragoons. Most of them had only been to Haven, the closest to Willow, at most.

Dragons and elves are legendary creatures to them. Now, these bedside characters are beginning to appear in the real world, haunting them.

Crimson Moon's clear blue eyes glistened with tears. She knows how these people feel. "How can you be so ruthless?"

She shouted angrily at the elf. Look at these people in front of you. They've never left Willow in their lives, and now you're going to let them go through the enemy blockade on their own—"

"What do you think I'm going to do, human?" interrupted the elf. "Did I personally lead them south?

We are merciful enough to set them free. We have our own things to worry about. I don't have to worry so much about humanity. He turned his gaze to the refugees. "I warn you. It's almost too late. Let's go!"

Scarlet Moon looked at Robert, hoping to give her extra support, but he just shook his head, the expression on his face very gloomy.

One of the refugees, looking at the elf with hatred, jumped along a path to the south. Others carried rudimentary weapons, women carried children, and the family left with them.

Scarlet Moon stepped forward to refute the elf. "How can you treat like this-"

"Humans?" the elf glared at her coldly. "It was humanity that brought the cataclysm to the world. It is the ability that they have attained by their rudeness in meeting the gods and their stubborn demand for humility in the cultivation field. It was humans who made the gods turn their backs on us—"

"They didn't!" shouted Scarlet Moon. "The gods are still watching over us!"

Bo Xiutu's eyes flashed with anger. As he was about to turn away, Gilcenas walked up to him and quickly said a few words in Elven language.

"What did they say?" said River Breeze suspiciously Robert Ground.

"Gilthenus is describing the process by which Scarlet Moon healed Tyros," Robert said slowly. He hadn't used it for a long time, and he had even heard elven language. He had long forgotten the beauty of this language, and its beauty seemed to cut through his soul like an invisible blade, making him feel empty and painful.

He saw Brother Bo's eyes widen in disbelief.

Then Gilthenus pointed at Robert, and the two brothers turned to him together, their faces becoming very serious.

River Wind glanced at Robert and noticed that Robert was pale, but still forced to composure.

"You're back to your birthplace, right, Yang?" asked River Breeze. "But you don't seem to be very popular. ”

"Definitely. Robert said with a solemn face, knowing the thoughts of the river breeze in his heart. He knew that the river breeze was not revealing people for curiosity. In many ways, they are more dangerous now than they are with Thomas.

"They're going to take us to Charinnos," Robert said slowly, the sentences clearly upsetting him. "It's been a long time since I've been back there. As Hubble told you, I wasn't kicked out, but no one would regret my departure.

Like you once said to me, River Breeze. To humans I am a half-elf. To the elves, I am half-human. ”

"Then we'll go south with the others. River Breeze said.

"You can't get out of here alive," Hubble muttered.

Rob nodded. "Look around. He said.

River Breeze looked around and saw the elven warriors moving through the woods like shadows, their brown clothes blending in perfectly with their surroundings. After the two elves finished talking, Bo Xiutu's eyes began to turn to Crimson Moon.

"I've heard some interesting rumors from my brother that are worth investigating. Therefore, I will grant you a privilege that the elves have not granted to humans for decades: our hospitality. You will be our welcome guest. Please follow me. ”

Bo Xiutu gestured. More than two dozen elven warriors emerged from the woods and surrounded the group.

"Popular prisoners would be a more appropriate term. You're probably going to have a bit of a bad taste, boy. Hubble said softly to Robert.

"I know, old friend. Robert put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder. "I know. ”

"I never expected such a beautiful place," Scarlet Moon whispered. The whole day of the trek was very hard, but the reward in the end was far beyond their imagination. The group stood on a cliff overlooking the legendary city of Quellingnos.

Four slender minarets rise into the sky from the four corners of the city, and the white marble buildings glow with a dazzling silver light. The graceful arch bridge jumps from one minaret to another, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.

Crafted by ancient dwarven craftsmen, these arched bridges can support an entire army, but on the outside they look like even birds can upset its beautiful balance.

These glittering arches are the only limits of the city. Quilenos was surrounded by no walls. This elven city lovingly extends a hand of friendship to the wilderness.

The architecture of Quilenos complements nature and does not hide its beauty at all.

Houses and shops are carved out of red quartz. Tall, thin aspen trees line the avenue bordered by quartz. In the center of the city is a tower wrapped in gold, which reflects the daylight and gives life to the tower itself.

Looking down on the city, you will feel that the peace and beauty that have long since disappeared on Claes now exist only in Quellingnos.

"Just rest here," Gilsenas told them, leaving them in a forest of poplar trees.

"You have come a long way, and I apologize for that. I know you're all tired and hungry—"

Calamon looked up hopefully.

"But I beg you to be patient a little longer. I'll quit first. Gilsenas bowed and stepped back to his brother's side. Calamon sighed and searched his bag for the fifth time, praying that he had accidentally left some food crumbs behind.

Rodrith read the spellbook, repeating the words in it, hoping to remember their meaning, their unique pronunciation and spelling, which made his blood boil, and finally the spell would be his.

Others watched, fascinated by the beauty of the city beneath their feet and the eternal tranquility it exuded. Even the river breeze couldn't help but be moved, and the lines on his face soothed, hugging Scarlet Moon even tighter.

In that short moment, their worries and worries disappeared without a trace, and they found solace in the warm arms of those around them. Lena sat far away, looking at them thoughtfully.

Wade tried again to draw the map from Gateway to Quellingnos, and although Robert repeatedly told him that the path was a great elven secret and that they couldn't let him take the map with him, he continued unrelentingly. The old mage Evan had fallen asleep.

Stone and Hubble looked at Robert with concern. Hubble is the only one who can understand why Robert is sad, and Stone understands what it's like to be back in a hometown where you are not welcome.

The knight put his hand on Robert's shoulder. "It's not so easy to get home, old friend, is it?"

"Not really," Robert replied in a low voice. "I always thought I had forgotten about it, but now I know I can never forget it. No matter how much I try to deny it, Quilenos has become a part of my life. ”

"Shhh

The elf walked over to Robert. "The messenger who had just been sent has returned," he said in Elven language. "My father will see each one of you at once, and he is waiting for you in the Tower of the Sun. We don't have time for you to rest, so it's a bit rude—"

"Gilcenas," Robert interrupted in lingua franca. "My friend and I have been through unimaginable tribulations. We've been to places where the dead are rampant. We don't faint just because we're hungry. He looked at Calamon, "At least not most of us." ”

The warrior sighed when he heard Robert's words, and tightened his belt a little more.

"Thank you," said Gireenas unnaturally. "I'm glad you understand. Now, please keep up with us as soon as possible. ”

Everyone hurriedly packed up their belongings and woke up Aven. He stood up and tripped over the roots. "Damn wood!" he said, tapping his cane. "It's over there—do you see, trying to trip me!" he said to Rodrith.

The mage put his precious magic book in his bag. "Yes, old man. Rodrith smiled and helped Evan up. The old mage leaned on his shoulder, and the two followed behind the group.

Robert looked at the two of them, thinking in his head. The old mage was visibly a little demented. But he remembered the look of surprise on Rodrith's face when he woke up and saw the mage leaning against him.

What did he see? What did he know about the old mage? Robert reminded himself that he had to ask when he had the chance.

Now, he has more pressing things to worry about. He stepped forward and caught up with the elves in front of him.

"Tell me, Gilsenas," Robert said in Elvish, the unfamiliar language slowly beginning to come to mind. "What's going on? I have the right to know. ”

"Do you have one?" asked Gilthenus rudely, looking at Robert out of the corner of his eye. "Do you still care what happens to the elves? You even speak our language like this!"

"Of course I do," Robert said angrily. "You are my compatriot too!"

"Then why do you want to boast of your human blood?" Gilcenas, pointing to Robert's beard.

"I thought you'd be ashamed—" He bit his lower lip, his beard reddening.

Robert nodded gloomily. "Yes, I do feel ashamed, and that's why I left. But who made me feel ashamed?"

"Forgive me, Tancyrus," Gilsenas said, shaking his head. "What I just said was so heartless, I really didn't mean it. It's just that...... If only you could understand how dangerous we are right now!"

"Tell me!" exclaimed Robert with no help from feeling powerless. "I want to know!"

"We're leaving Wellington. Gircenas said.

Robert stopped and glared at the elf in front of him. "Leaving Wellington?" he repeated in a lingua franca in surprise.

Everyone looked at each other uneasily. The old mage grimaced and stroked his beard, as if thinking about something.

"You're kidding!" Robert said softly. "Leave Wellington!why? It shouldn't be so bad—"

"It's going to be worse," said Gircenas sadly. "Look around you, Tancyrus, you see the last glory of Quellingnos. ”

They had just stepped into the streets of the city. Robert couldn't see at first glance any difference between this place and when he left fifty years ago. Whether it's the streets made of shiny stone blocks or the poplar trees planted all over the place.

The streets still shone in the sun, and the poplar trees seemed to grow taller. Their leaves swayed in the morning light, and their dumb branches sang along. The houses lining the streets have not changed either. The decorative quartz sparkles in the sunlight, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of all kinds of brilliance.

Each place looks like the way the elves are used to, beautiful, organized, and timeless......

Robert realized, no, there was a problem. The song that came out of the treetops now sounded sad and helpless, not the peaceful, beautiful song that Robert remembered. Quellingnos has indeed changed, and what has changed this thing is itself a change in it.

He tried to appreciate it, to grasp the change, and his heart trembled at the unspeakable loss. The change is not in the treetops, not in the streets, not in the sunlight shining on the leaves. This change is in the air, and the air is full of pressure, just like on the eve of a rainstorm.

Robert walked down the streets of Quilenos and he saw a sight he had never seen before in his homeland. He saw the nervousness, the hurry, the overwhelm.

He saw disappointment, panic, and despair.

The women met their friends, hugged each other and cried, and then hurriedly parted and walked in different directions.

The children sit still, unable to comprehend what is happening in front of them, and only know that they cannot continue to play innocently. The men walked in groups, their hands on the hilt of their swords at all times, looking worriedly at their families.

The situation has clearly gotten worse and has reached the point where there is no time to delay.