Although the elves don't like the human race, they can't talk about the point of drawing their swords against each other. Of course, I'm referring to the Terrans who come as friends, which are fundamentally different from the Terrans mentioned earlier who are good at hiding in the grass behind the trees. But even when dealing with the kind of people who like to drill in the grass, the elves will not do it without saying a word, they do it directly.

The elf that Myron saw for the first time was this type of strong hands-on ability, but fortunately, the object was an orc, which made Myron not have any resistance. In fact, there are not many human races who come to the elven capital, and they may only meet 1-2 times a year, and where is they so lucky to be caught up by Myron.

Orcs and trolls are different, orcs live in the north of the elves, and trolls live south of Lake Rice, both of which belong to the type that may accidentally enter the territory of the elves when traveling together, so there are constant small frictions.

While Myron observes the elves' moves, she also has a new understanding of this seemingly gentle race.

It was a skirmish, no matter how small it was, there were only 5 wolf cavalry on the orc side. And, of course, the wolves on which they sit. The elves are also wolf cavalry, and their size is very large, twice that of the orcs.

As for the wolf cavalry of the Orcs, Myron had heard Nick's description. They are simply life harvesters, as long as they rush to the enemy camp, it will be a bloody storm.

But the scene he just saw made Myron feel that it was not Nick who was fooling himself, and the wolf cavalry of these beasts could be described as weak and pitiful. They were really pitiful, in fact, the battle only lasted for a moment, how short this moment was, it was just a few seconds when the elves raised their bows and arrows, and the orc wolf cavalry fell to the ground in response.

5 wolf cavalry plus 5 war wolves, exactly 10 arrows, the arrows hit the vital point, and none of the arrows missed. In just a few seconds, the life harvester in Nick's mouth took away all his lives, which had to make Myron sigh, these elves are really powerful.

Wendy also immediately added to Myron's body of knowledge. The outer ring of the Elven Capital is filled with all kinds of surveillance magic, and they are the eyes of the Elves, making these uninvited guests have nothing to hide. And these tribes who live in the outer circle of the elven capital have formed patrols to hunt down those aliens who dare to break into the elven territory.

Myron and Wendy have naturally been discovered, but fortunately, Wendy often comes over and has been known by the elves along the way.

The elven wolf cavalry didn't have any intention of rummaging through the corpses after shooting the orcs, but threw a few fireballs directly at the corpses, and after a few minutes, the corpses were burned to bones and scattered on the borders of the Werni Plains. If you look closely, you will see that there are many similar marks on the border of the Velney Plains, which seem to be deliberately connected in a circle to warn the world that the border is here, and the trespassers die.

The elves were taller than the Terrans, especially when these elves were standing in front of them on wolves, and Myron felt it most genuinely now. After disposing of the corpse, these elven wolf cavalry walked towards Myron, but fortunately they didn't release arrows, they just walked in front of Myron.

"Human, explain your purpose. A guy who looked like a leader said to Myron on his toes that he spoke the lingua franca so Myron could understand. In the Fang Tian Continent, almost all races could speak the lingua franca, and except for the human race, it seemed that every race had their own mother tongue.

"Knock on the door. Myron doesn't have a good impression of this elf with eyes above the top, but he is obviously powerful, and he doesn't dare to make trouble on other people's turf. After Myron finished saying these two words, he saw that the elf was a little puzzled, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at Wendy, adding, "Go to her house." ”

When the elven leader turned his head to Wendy, his face suddenly became sunny and friendly, as if he was not the same person. It seems that even in the elven race, which is known for its handsomeness, the lethality of beauty is extraordinarily powerful, and it may even be even more powerful than in other places. "I've seen you, you're a half-blood elf. ”

"Yes, my mother, Andrea Sophia, I am from the Marks of the Holy Moon. Wendy seems to be very good at dealing with elves, and her voice is gentle and gentle, neither humble nor arrogant.

"The daughter of the Priest of the Holy Moon, and I am honored to meet you, my name is Mike Theresa, and I am from the Southwind Tribe. ”

"Hello, my name is Wendy Faulkner. ”

"Then let's take our leave, and after here, you won't encounter the Elven Guards again. ”

"Thank you for the reminder. ”

Myron thought that the elf would continue to get close to Wendy, but he just said politely and left. Yes, it's really just a politeness, and although he says it's honored, he doesn't show it in his actions at all. From beginning to end, he didn't fight the wolf, so how could he show respect for this Holy Moon priest's daughter?

Moreover, after hearing Wendy's mother's name, this elf gives people the impression that they don't want to have too much contact with Wendy. It's like deliberately avoiding it, afraid that it will get into trouble.

Wendy didn't notice anything wrong with the elf, and even if she did, she wouldn't care. And Myron, as an outsider, naturally didn't care about the attitude of a small tribe's patrol towards the Marks of the Holy Moon. He came to see his parents, and these things had nothing to do with him.

Now that she had passed the inspection, Myron did not encounter any patrols after that.

Returning to the elven capital again, Wendy was in a very happy mood, and the two looked at the scenery all the way, and came to the third tribe of the elven capital - the Traces of the Holy Moon tribe.

70 years ago, the only tribe in the Elven Capital that could add the word "holy" in front of its name was the Trace of the Holy Moon. At that time, the Trace of the Holy Moon was the spiritual leader of the entire Elven Capital. Even if you go back a hundred years, the Trace of the Holy Moon is a well-deserved king.

At the height of the Marks of the Holy Moon, a new life was born into the Roland Clan, which was ranked first within the tribe. As soon as he was born, he seemed to be stepping on the aura of the protagonist, making all his peers look at his back, and at the age of twenty, he was already infinitely close to the power of the Sanctuary, becoming the strongest existence in the entire elven capital.

His name was Solomon Roland, now the Grand Elder of the Saint Laurent tribe.

However, the Marks of the Holy Moon have always been ruled by the Priests of the Holy Moon, a mysterious and powerful race with the bloodlines of the Holy Moon, but they have always been sparsely populated. The Holy Moon Priest can communicate with the power of the moon to strengthen himself, and it can be counted as the most powerful cultivation method among the elves, and there is no one. And the reason why they endure is because of the existence of the Holy Moon lineage.

When each Holy Moon Priest passes on the throne, he will pass on what he has learned throughout his life to the next successor through the Holy Moon Ritual, which makes the Holy Moon Priest have extraordinary strength far beyond his peers when he is just succeeded.

Of course, the curse of the Fang Tian Continent still existed for the elven race. In other words, even if they have obtained the inheritance, there is still no Holy Moon Priest who has ever possessed the power of the Holy Land. In history, there had never been a person who grew up in the Fangtian Continent and successfully broke through the precedent of the Holy Domain. So people feel like it's a curse, a curse from the world.

At the age of 22, Solomon Rowland reached the pinnacle of the Knights of the Round Table, and then he asked Sean Sofia, the priest of the Holy Moon. This high-profile war ended with Solomon's narrow victory, thus ending the dominance of the Holy Moon Bloodline. At that time, Sean was already old, and Sean, who had been badly injured in the battle, died before he could even complete the Holy Moon inheritance, and directly gave up the position of Holy Moon Priest to Andrea's father.

Just imagine, how could this Holy Moon priest, who had not received the Holy Moon inheritance, be the opponent of Solomon, the Knight of the Round Table. Although he mastered the most powerful cultivation method of the elven race, he was suppressed by Solomon everywhere because of his lack of strength, and the power that should have belonged to the side of the Holy Moon Priest was slowly eroded, and finally Solomon was withdrawn and a new tribe was formed. That is, the most powerful Saint Laurent tribe in the elven capital today.

And the Trace of the Holy Moon, which fell apart, fell after the Urukru tribe and became the third largest tribe in the Elven Capital.

The architectural style of the Marks of the Holy Moon is very different from that of other tribes, and the reason for this is its unique architecture, the Holy Moon Altar. The Holy Moon Altar is so straight and straight in the middle of the tribe, impartial, and the other buildings in the tribe are built around the Holy Moon Altar.

Therefore, the Scar of the Holy Moon, an elven tribe with a long history, is actually a circular complex with a high middle and low all sides. The buildings near the altar are taller and lower the edges get closer to them. The closer the dwelling is to the altar, the higher the status of the representative. Wendy's home is at the foot of the altar, and Myron follows Wendy to the foot of the altar.

It's even more magnificent when you stand under the altar, and if you're lucky enough to reach the top, you'll find sweeping views of the mountains and rivers as far as the eye can see. However, except for the Holy Moon Priest, no one else is allowed to visit here, which makes Myron, who wants to see the scenery, a little disappointed.

Fortunately, the main purpose of Myron's trip was not to see the scenery, so for this small regret, he had to forcibly swallow it in his stomach and no longer recall the taste. It's just that along the way, no elves came forward to say hello, which made Myron faintly feel that something was wrong.

According to the tradition of the Marks of the Holy Moon, the status of the Holy Moon Priest is the highest in the tribe, even surpassing that of the Great Elder. As the only daughter of the Holy Moon Priest, Wendy, although she rarely returns, it is impossible for her to be so unknown in the clan. Everyone's ignorance is very similar to the previous elven guards.

"Sister. As soon as Wendy opened the door, a slender figure flew down on her with lightning speed. Fortunately, Wendy is a level 4 fighter, otherwise the result of this pounce will inevitably be accompanied by falling to the ground and rolling, and if you are unlucky, you may even hurt your head and stumble your face.