Chapter 218: Peace Talks
"This box contains the hope of the whole world! A small-looking dragon ball, which we have indeed taken from the Ice Castle after a lot of hard work.
Our ship sank over there due to the attack of the white dragon.
The white dragon was driven away by us, and the white dragon who wanted to reclaim this dragon ball. But in the end, we turned out to find out that the biggest threat is our compatriots!
If it's true, if we're really so unworthy, then kill us now. I swear in the name of the gods that all my companions will not stop you!"
Stone couldn't understand the elven language, so he watched quietly for a moment and found that the elves had all laid down their weapons.
"Well, whatever she said, it worked. Reluctantly, he sheathed the weapon.
Drake hesitated for a moment, and finally put the longsword down, but was still reluctant to put the weapon into the sheath.
"We will carefully consider what you say. The elf spoke, and then changed to lingua franca. He watched silently as shouts came from the shore, and the group saw many shadows walking around the campfire.
The elf looked in that direction until everything was calm again, and his attention returned to the group, especially Lolana. "We may be too impatient, but if you've been here for a long time, you'll understand......"
"I'll never understand!" said Lorana, swallowing.
The elves emerge from the darkness. "It's human, my lord. Lorana heard him return in Elven language.
"Looks like it's supposed to be a sailor. They witnessed their ship being attacked by a dragon and thus stranded in the reef. ”
"What about the evidence?"
"We found a lot of wreckage on the shore. We can search thoroughly tomorrow morning.
The humans looked soaked and pitiful. They didn't put up the slightest resistance, and I don't think they were lying. ”
The elven leader turned to Lorana. "Your story seems to be true. He spoke again in the lingua franca. "My men reported that they had caught the sailors. You don't have to worry about them.
Of course we're going to get them arrested, there's already so much trouble at hand, there's no way we're going to have these humans wandering around.
But we'll take good care of the sailors, we're not inferior creatures like goblins. He sadly added, "I'm sorry for your friend—"
"Brother. Lolana replied. "He is the youngest son of the Sun Singer. I'm Lolana Serasa, and this is Gilsayers, and we're the royal family of Felinasti. ”
The elven leader seemed to suddenly turn pale in eyelids, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Your brother will be taken care of in the best possible way. I'll send my physician—"
"We don't need your doctor—" Lolana said. "This man," she said, pointing to Elistan, "is a priest who serves Paladin." He'll heal my brother—"
"A human?" the elf asked solemnly.
"Yes, human!" Rolana said impatiently, raising her voice. "The elves have defeated my brother! I have to rely on humans to save him. Elistan—"
The priest stepped forward, but the elven leader made a gesture, and several elves rushed forward to grab him, twisting his hands behind his back. Stone was about to lend a hand, but Ilistan stopped him with a look in his eyes, and he looked at Lorana meaningfully. Stone stepped back, understanding Elistan's silent warning. Their lives hung in her hands.
"Set him free!" Rolana ordered. "Let him cure my brother!"
"I don't think this Paladine priest can be trusted, Lady Lorana. The elven leader said.
"Everyone knows that when the gods turned their backs on us, all the priests disappeared with them.
I don't know where this liar came from, and how he convinces you to believe him, but I can't allow this human's hand to touch the elf!"
"Not even a hostile elf?" she shouted angrily.
"Not even the elves who killed my own father. The elf said solemnly. "Now, Lady Lorana, I must speak to you privately and tell you about the state of South Atlantis today. ”
Seeing Lolana's hesitation, Elistan spoke, "Go ahead, dear. You're the only one who can save us. I'll stay with Gircenas. ”
"Alright," Lolana stood up. Pale face, he followed the elven leader away.
"I don't like that. Drake said with a frown. "It's dangerous if she tells them about Dragon Ball. ”
"They had heard our conversation for a long time. Stone said tiredly.
"Yes, but she told them where the Dragon Balls were! I don't believe her and her compatriots. Who knows if they're going to betray us?" added Derek.
"Enough!" a voice said.
The two men turned their heads and were surprised to find Hubble standing up. His teeth still chattered, but he looked at Drake with an incomprehensible anger in his eyes.
"I-I've heard enough of you-you noble knight-sama. The dwarf gritted his teeth, hoping to stop the trembling for a moment.
Stone stood up to stop him, but was pushed aside by Lynt with the dwarf facing Drake.
It was an interesting sight, and Stone kept it in his mind and was ready to share it with Robert in the future.
The dwarf's whitebeard was damp and a little messy, and the water fell from his clothes to the ground, pooling into small puddles.
He was probably just as tall as Drake's belt, and he glared at the tall, proud Sorenian knight as if to teach Wade a lesson.
"You knights have lived in their iron shells for so long that their heads have turned to pulp!"
The dwarf said disdainfully. "If you guys had any brains at first: I doubt it.
I grew up watching this girl grow up, and I can tell you that there is no braver and nobler person on Candela than her.
What you really can't tolerate is that you were saved by her, and you can't accept it!"
Derek's face darkened in the light of the torches.
"I don't need dwarves or elves to protect me—" Drake said as Lolana ran back with tears in her eyes.
"It's worse than I thought. She pursed her lips. "Evil is spreading among my fellow citizens!"
"What's going on?" Ston asked.
"Here's the situation: there are now three elven races living on the continent of South Atlantis"
"Three races?" Wade interjected curiously, "what is the third race, and where did they come from? Can I meet them? I've never heard of it—Lorana is fed up. "Fins!" she said solemnly. "Go take care of Gilsenas and call Elistan by the way. “
"But—"
Stone shoved the Kande. "Go!" he said in a commanding tone.
Wade had a hurt expression on his face and squatted aggrievedly beside Gilthenas.
The Kanders kicked the sand in a sullen manner, and Elistan tenderly patted his head and joined the group.
"The Kaganasties, the wild elves in the lingua franca, are the third race. "They fought alongside us in the War of the Parade Wall.
To reward them for their loyalty, Kees-Kanan gave them the mountains of Atlantis, of course, before the Cataclysm separated Wellington and Atlantis.
I'm not surprised you haven't heard of wild elves. They are self-contained spirits.
Once called the Frontier Elves, they obey the orders of Kes-Kanan, but they don't like the hustle and bustle of the city.
They mingled with the Dyuds and learned a great deal about herbal medicine.
They live the life of ancient elves. My countrymen think they are savages, just as you think the plains are uncivilized. ”
"A few months ago, when the Sivanasti elves were driven out of their homes, they fled here, hoping to get permission from Kaganasti to live here temporarily.
Then my countrymen, the elves of Wellington, also crossed the sea to this place.
So after hundreds of years, the separated compatriots finally met again. ”
"I can't tell—" Drake interjected.
"You'll understand. She said with a deep breath. "Because whether you understand the tragic events that are taking place on this island are at stake with your lives. She couldn't stop crying.
Elistan approached her, took her into his arms and comforted her.
"Everything was peaceful at first. After all, there are many similarities between the cousins on both sides who were driven out of their homes by evil forces.
They established a new home on the peninsula, with the Wellington Elves to the east and Sivanasti to the west, separated by a strait called East-Shalalian, which means river of the dead in the Kaganasti language.
The Kaganasti elves, on the other hand, live in the hills north of the river. ”
"For a while, the two sides even tried to re-establish friendship. But problems also arise.
Because even after hundreds of years, the elves are still very angry when they meet because of the new hatred of the old and the old, as well as various misunderstandings. Lolana closed her eyes and pondered for a moment.
"The River of the Dead could soon be called the East-Shalaros, the River of Death. ”
"Now, little girl. Hubble said, stroking her hand. "The dwarves know what it's like, and you see how I was treated in Sobadin, but a hill dwarf among the mountain dwarves.
Of all the hatreds, the hatred between families is the most difficult to resolve. ”
"Although there has been no killing yet, the elders are shocked to find that the elves may kill each other.
Therefore, they announced that no one should cross the strait, otherwise they would be arrested. Lolana continued.
"That's where we are, where neither side trusts the other. There are even accusations that the other party betrayed the news to the dragoons, and both sides have caught various spies. ”
"This also explains why they attacked us. Elistan Bunan said.
"Those cards—cards—" Stone stammered in unfamiliar Elven language.
"Kaganasti. Lolana sighed wearily. "They allowed us to live in their homes, but they were treated the most horrible way. Kaganasti has never been rich in resources. By our standards, they can even be considered very poor.
They live in the mountains and forests, and they only take what they need. They are gatherers, hunters.
They don't grow any crops, they don't mint any metal. When we arrived, my countrymen seemed to be very wealthy, covered in splendid gold ornaments and steel weapons.
Many of them came to the territory of Sivanasti or Wellington elves, hoping to learn the secrets of making shining gold, silver, or steel. ”
Lolana bit her lip and looked gloomy. "I must be ashamed to say that my countrymen have taken advantage of the poverty of the wild elves, and that Caganasti has worked for us like slaves.
As a result, the elders of Kaganasti have become more belligerent and savage when they see their way of life destroyed and young people abused. “
"Lorana!" Wade shouted.
She turned. "Look!" she whispered to Elistan, "there's a wild elf over there." ”
The priest followed her and saw a slender woman, at least from the light of her long hair, kneeling beside Gilsenas in a man's garment, caressing his forehead.
The elven nobleman twitched under her hand and cried out in pain.
The Kaganasti elf took a small pouch from his waist pocket and began to busily mix something into a clay cup.
"What is she doing?" asked Elistan.
"It seems that she is what they call 'doctor'. Lolana looked at the girl carefully.
"The knowledge of the self-governor of Caganastis is very famous. ”
Elistan watched the girl closely, and the Hair Eyes Elf was a more appropriate name. He had never seen Candela before, with such a wild intelligent creature.
She wore leather pants tucked into leather boots, and what seemed to be a discarded blouse of some elven nobleman hung loosely over her shoulders.
She looked very pale, thin, and seemed a little malnourished, and her tangled hair was barely discernible in its original color.
But her hand as she caressed Gilsenas was soft and beautiful. There was a look of concern and sympathy on her face.
"So. Stone said, "What are we going to do now?"
"The Sivanasti Elves have agreed to escort us back to where our compatriots are. ”
Lorana said, her face flushed, apparently after some discussion. "At first they insisted that I have to go see their elders first.
But I said I wouldn't go anywhere unless I had met with my father and discussed these things with him.
There's nothing they can do—" Lolana smiled, albeit with a hint of sorrow. "According to the rules of our people, a daughter is still considered to be her father's family until she reaches a certain age.
Forcing me here against my will would be considered kidnapping, an act of open hostility.
Neither side is mentally prepared to face such a situation. ”
Lolana clearly wants the two sides to get back together, if not to share the same hatred, at least not to hurt each other.