"They knew about the Dragon Balls, but they still let us go?" Drake asked in surprise.

"They didn't let us go. Lolana interrupted. "They just escorted us to my compatriots. ”

"But there is an outpost of Sorenia to the north. Derick retorted, "We can get a ship there and go to St. Quest." ”

"If you try to escape, you won't be able to get out of the forest alive. Hubble let out a big sneeze.

He's right. Lorana said. "We had to go to Wellington and convince my father to help us get to St. Quest. The look on his face made it clear that this was not going to be an easy task.

"We've spent too much time chatting, and they've given me time to explain it all to you. But they're in a hurry to leave, and I'll have to go and see Gilcenas, do you all agree?"

The way Lolana looked at each knight made it clear that she wasn't really asking for their opinions, just informing them.

For a brief moment, the resolute look on her face and the confident look in her eyes were so similar to Robert's.

Stone almost smiled. But Drake couldn't laugh, and he was frustrated, because he knew he really couldn't do anything.

Finally, he roared in reply, turned around and picked up the box angrily. Hubble and Stone followed, and the dwarf sneezed again, nearly falling to the ground.

Lolana walked over to her brother, her boots moving silently in the sand, but the wild elves noticed her approach.

She looked up and took a few steps back as if she were a human animal. But Wade, who had just been talking to her in lingua franca and elven language, grabbed her arm.

"Wait a minute. "This is the sister of the elven nobleman, and you see, Lorana, Gilsenas is about to wake up." It must have been something like mud that had been applied to his head. I bet he should have been in a coma for days. Wade stood up and said.

"Lorana, this is my friend - what do they say you are called?"

The girl's eyes remained on the ground, trembling violently. Her hands kept grabbing the sand, letting it drain from her fingertips.

She whispered something that no one could hear.

"What, child?" said Lorana's voice so sweet and kind, and the girl looked up shyly.

"Siyova. She whispered.

"This means 'silver hair' in the Kaganasti language, right?" asked Lorana.

She leaned down to help her brother up, and he put his hand on Siyova's cheek, which was covered with a thick layer of herbs, in a state of confusion.

"Don't touch!" Siyova warned, and quickly took Girsenas' hand. "It's going to make you a little better. "Her lingua franca is very fluent and elegant.

Gilsenas groaned, closed his eyes, and hung his hands limply.

Siyova looked at him with concern and caressed him with her hand, but she quickly noticed Lorana, quickly withdrew her hand, and stood up.

"Wait!" said Lorana. "Wait, Siyova. ”

The girl stopped like a frightened rabbit, her big watery eyes filled with fear, and Lolana couldn't help but feel ashamed of her people.

"Don't be afraid, I want to thank you for taking care of my brother, Wade is right.

He's hurt a lot, but I think you're making him a lot better. If you want, please stay with him. ”

Siyova looked at the ground, "Ma'am, if this is your order, I will stay by his side. ”

"This is not my order, Siyova. "This is my request, my name is Lorana." ”

Siyova looked up. "Then I'll be glad to stay with him, Lorana, if that's your will. She lowered her head, and everyone could barely hear what she was saying.

"My real name is Siyowara, which means silver hair. That's what they call Siyova. She looked at the warriors of Sivanasti, then at Lorana. "Please, I want you to call me Siyovala. ”

The elves of Sivanasti made a stretcher out of twigs and blankets, and they lifted the elven nobles and did not dare to take it lightly.

Siyovala walked silently beside him. Tysokov followed her, talking to her incessantly, and he was glad to have found an audience who had not yet heard any of his stories.

Lolana and Elistan walked on the other side of the stretcher. Lorana held her brother's hand tightly and looked at him carefully.

They were followed by Drake, carrying a box containing the Dragon Balls on his shoulders, with a look of uncertainty on his face. Behind him were the elven soldiers of Sivanasti.

It was just dawn, and it was still gray. As they reached the edge of the woods, Lynt shuddered.

He turned his head to look at the sea. "What did Drake just say, a ship to St. Quest?"

"I'm afraid so. Stone replied. "St. Quest is a small island. ”

"Do we have to go?"

"Yes. ”

"To use the Dragon Ball, we don't know anything about it!"

"The knight will figure out how to use it. Stone whispered. "The fate of the world depends on this. ”

"Humph!" the dwarf sneezed. He looked at the dark sea in horror and shook his head in displeasure.

"All I know is that I drowned twice and contracted a fatal disease once—"

"You're nothing more than seasick. ”

"It's a deadly disease. Hubble said loudly. "And the ship sank. Mark what I said, Stone Brightbright.

Ships symbolize doom for us.

Nothing good has happened since we stepped onto that boat on the shores of Crystal Lake. It was there that the mad mage first noticed the disappearance of the constellations, and our luck took a turn for the worse ever since.

If we take another boat, we will only be more unlucky along the way. “

Stone smiled as he watched the dwarf trump his way across the sand, but his smile turned into a sigh.

If only it were that simple, the knight thought to himself.

The Solographer, the leader of the Wellington Elves, sits in a simple palace built for him by the Calganasti Elves out of wood and mud.

He thought it was rudimentary, but the Kaganasti elves thought it was majestic and ingenious, and could provide shelter for almost five or six families.

In fact, when they heard the Sun Chant say it barely met his needs.

And when he moved in alone with his wife, he was really surprised.

Of course, what the Kaganasti elves could not understand was that this building became the center of all Wellington elven affairs.

The court's ceremonial team stood exactly the same as it had been in the majestic palace of Wellington.

The singer received the guests at the same time and with the same etiquette, except that the original carved and painted building was replaced by a wooden wall.

The Chancellor met with all the people here every day, and his niece quietly served as his clerk.

He wore the same hug as before, and handled political affairs with the same calm attitude. But there is still change in the unchanged.

The Chancellor has undergone significant changes over the past few months. No one in the Wellington elves was surprised.

The Singer sends his own son on what everyone thinks is a suicidal mission.

To make matters worse, his beloved youngest daughter left without permission to follow her half-elf lover.

The singer had no hope of seeing these two flesh and blood again.

He could try to accept his son's death, which was still a noble act.

The young man led a whole group of adventurers to sneak into the mines of New Grande and free the humans imprisoned there, so as to attract the attention of the dragon army and give the elves a chance to escape.

The plan was unexpectedly successful, and the dragon army was recalled to New Grande, giving the elves plenty of time to flee to the western coast and retreat to South Atlantis.

What the singer could not accept was the disappearance of his daughter and the humiliation she had brought her.

The eldest son of the Singer, Friar Bo, coldly explained to him the reason for Lorana's disappearance. She secretly followed her childhood friend Robert, the half-elf, away.

The singer was speechless in heartache and felt a churn in his stomach.

How could she do this, how could she do such a degrading thing? A princess should elope with a half-breed illegitimate child!

Lorana's disappearance almost plunged her father into boundless darkness, but luckily or unfortunately, with the desperate need of the people to flee, gave him the strength to continue living. But the singer often asks himself, what is the use of this?

He could have retired and given the throne to his eldest son.

Friar Bo was in charge of almost everything big and small these days, and most of the decisions were made by himself, except for a few things that he would consult his father.

This young and old elven nobleman has lived up to everyone's expectations, and he is indeed a rare general.

While some felt that he was too tough on the Sivanasti and Kaganasti elves, he was generally a good leader.

The singer thought so in private, so he didn't dare to leave everything to him.

Sometimes he would try to tell Bo Xiutu that patience and communication were sometimes more effective than threats and force.

But Brother Bo felt that his father was too old and had become weak and sentimental.

The Sivanasti Elves had a strict social hierarchy, and in their eyes, the Wellington and Caganasti Elves were nothing more than a lower race among the Elves.

They don't even treat Kaganasti as an equal as elves, just like the dwarves treat the dwarves of the valley.

Although he did not tell his father, Friar Bo was convinced that such a confrontation would end in a bloody conflict.

His views coincided with that of a stubborn, cold-blooded elven nobleman on the other side. He is said to be Princess Albert's fiancé.

Prince Quinas immediately took over the power of the Sivanasti Elves after her mysterious disappearance.

It was he and Bo Xiutu who divided the island into two parts, completely ignoring the third race.

When they had drawn the border, they informed Kaganastie, just as the owner informed the dog that it was not allowed to enter the kitchen.

The elders of Kaganasti, known for their prowess and war, were furious when they heard that their lands had been divided and that they had been excluded.

Prior to this, the harvest of hunting had deteriorated, and the wild animals that the wild elves relied on for their livelihood were slaughtered in large numbers to feed the refugees.

As Lolana speculated, this river of the dead could turn red with blood and turn into a river of death at any moment.

As a result, the singers were forced to live in heavily guarded tents. Even if he had been saddened by such a situation, his emotions had long been trained to be insensitized by the various shocks that came from Australia.

Nothing could impress him anymore. He began to live in seclusion, entrusting more and more things to Bo Xiutu.

On the day a group of people arrived at the sanctuary now known as Quelingmore, the singer got up very early.

At this time, he woke up very early every day, not only because he had to take care of everything, but also because he couldn't sleep most of the night, spending his time staring at the ceiling.

When there was a commotion outside the tent, he was casually scribbling on the day's itinerary and meeting with the patriarchs of the various families.

It's not a very meaningful trip because everyone just complains.

The singer's heart sank. What's wrong?, he thought, scared. It seemed like there would be an alarm once or twice a day, and Brother Bo might have caught some of the young men of Sivanasti and Wellington beating each other or snatching food today.

"Alas, the world is getting more and more chaotic. ”

He didn't stop the graffiti in his hand, hoping that the commotion would subside automatically.

But the commotion is getting closer and closer here, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger.

The singer speculated that there was probably a crisis that was more serious than he thought.

This couldn't help but make him think again, could it be that the elves were swinging their swords at each other again?

He dropped the quill in his hand, put on the robe he used to receive foreign guests, and waited in fear. He heard the sound of the guard standing outside the door, and for some reason, he had a kind of unexplained concern.

He heard Brother Bo politely asking to enter, for it was not yet time to receive the guests, as politely speaking.

The singer looked worriedly at the door leading to the bedroom, afraid that his wife would be woken up. Ever since they left Wellington, her health has been sour.

He stood up tremblingly, as if he had put on a solemn garment, and restored his solemn, calm image in front of the crowd, and allowed them to enter.

One of the guards opened the door, seemingly ready to greet someone important.

He was about to shout his name out loud, but he was overwhelmed.

Dressed in a heavy fur coat and hooded over his entire eyelid, the visitor ran quickly towards the singer.

The latter was surprised to find that the person was carrying a bow and arrow and a long knife, and subconsciously stepped back.

"Could it be an assassin!"

However, the visitor stopped abruptly and removed his hood.

The singer saw his long, honey-colored hair cascade down, half-hiding a face that was extremely beautiful even by elven standards.