In the Moonrise Forest, a wood elf that suddenly appears stands in the clearing between the pursuers and the fugitives. Her long, silver-yellow hair hung straight down her cheeks, and her fine strands showed a pair of pointed ears. Beneath the cloak trimmed with tiny runes, the shiny silver full-body armor is carved with intricate patterns. The arrow-to-arrow longbow had been carried on his shoulder, in exchange for a long knife that was held horizontally in his hand, as bright as water.

In Sovereign's impression, whenever the elves are mentioned, they are always accompanied by some empty words. Beautiful, luxurious, elegant, proud, intelligent...... Wait a minute. But when he actually saw a wood elf standing in front of him, there was only one word in his mind: peace.

It is a kind of standing there quietly, as if merging with the surrounding trees, representing the peace of the forces of nature.

On the other side, the chief of the guard, who fell to the ground, endured the severe pain and got up. When he saw the wood elves in the distance, a subtle look of anger flashed across his face. But he gritted his teeth and saluted, because this was not their territory. "Dear friends, we are the Belém Iron Guard Cavalry Regiment from Belém City, and we are under the orders of the City Lord to arrest the felons wanted by the province......" Oryk said and turned his gaze to Sovereign and the others, "Please accept my sincerest apologies for the invasion of the Moonrise Forest, we will immediately withdraw from here with the prisoners, and once again, please forgive us for our recklessness......"

After saying that, Orix pressed the hilt of his sword, and while waiting for the other party's reply, he searched the opposite team for a figure that matched the description of the castle lord. Soon, his eyes fell on Sovereign, who was riding with Aemond, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he knew that he had found the purpose of this trip.

On the other hand, he did have nothing to fear, because no matter how you look at it, this group of wood elves has no reason to refuse him, and even if they want to add compensation for trespassing into the border, it is just an innocuous trivial. Money. Belém City has it, and if you can snatch His Highness back, it doesn't matter how many gold coins you spend.

At the same time, the heartstrings of Sovereign and the others tightened. They weren't naïve enough to think that the Wood Elves would lend a helping hand to them. Soon, the soft, soothing voice of the wood elf rang out again. "I don't think you heard me, human ......," he said, "take your men with you at once, and get out of here!

The tough attitude of the wood elf made Orick stunned for a moment. Then the face was clouded. "Do you want to provide asylum for serious offenders in your country? Even from the standpoint of the state, our two countries have signed treaties...... I believe that letting me take them away is the best option for you......"

"This is the forbidden land of the kingdom!" the Wood Elves directly interrupted the words of the chief of the guard, and with the slowly raised long knives, dozens of Wood Elves clasping the bowstring appeared from the tops of the surrounding trees. The curved bow let out a low roar that stretched to the limit, the flickering clusters of arrows were all aimed at the location of the Belén Iron Guard, and what was even more terrifying was that no one of the archers hidden in the verdant field had ever noticed their existence.

The Wood Elf's expression became colder and colder, and the forest that enveloped everyone seemed to be mobilized by him. A restless rustling sound is made. "I, Anatol?Windwhisperer, give you one last warning in the name of General Quilinsna!" he stared at the chief of the guard and took a step forward, "Withdraw from the forbidden land of your country at once! One more step forward, and I will kill you all at once, and submit your credentials for the border dispute in the name of the kingdom!"

The Wood Elf said, a sudden release of wind pressure that curled his cloak and long hair into the air. "My attitude is the attitude of my own country towards this matter! Please make your choice carefully, human!"

Faced with a sudden state of affairs. The Belen guards on horseback drew their long swords at their waists, controlled the restless horses, and set their eyes on the archers above their heads. "Fight or withdraw?......" At this tense moment, the face of the chief of the guard was covered with cold sweat overflowing pores.

He didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so tough. And for a group of humans who also broke into the Moonrise Forest! What shocked him even more was that he had heard the other party's surname, in fact, not only him, but even Tandra and Old Sean and others who were sitting on horseback on the other side had heard of this surname.

"Wind Whisperer". This is an ancient family second only to the royal "Star Chaser" among the many families of the elven kingdom of Quellingsna, and their family's political power plays an indispensable role in the kingdom's arena. Moreover, this wood elf named Anatol Windwhisperer has another identity as a "Ranger General".

All the countries on the continent know that there are only four ranger generals in the elven kingdom of Quelinsna, and this supreme title in the military field contains not only unparalleled power, but also represents the pinnacle of combat power in the wood elf race - the most perfect hunter, the deadliest assassin, and the most outstanding leader.

It is such a wood elf that almost represents the will of the kingdom that issues the most serious warning to the intruders who invade the territory. And his opponent, the chief of the guard of the Belém Iron Guard, instantly fell into a dilemma.

Oliver is not a madman, he will not question the authenticity of the other party's identity, let alone personally test the strength of the other party. But the command pressed on top of his head made him almost breathless. His face changed, weighing the gains and losses, the sweat oozing from his palms soaking through the leather on the hilt, his gaze moving to and fro on Anatole and Sovereign.

After a long time, a hoarse low drink came out of his mouth. "Let's withdraw!" blurted out the order, the chief of the guard seemed to have collapsed, and instantly withered.

His sanity made him make a wise choice - even if he killed, he would not be able to win the battle, let alone snatch His Highness over. When His Highness and his party rushed into the Moonrise Forest, their own side had already been defeated, and it was completely defeated. Moreover, even if he died in battle, would the Earl turn his face for the sake of dozens of guards and the Elven Kingdom? Absolutely not, no one would dare to take the responsibility of provoking a national war, especially when the two sides had been living in peace for hundreds of years.

Olick glanced at Soveran and the others, as if trying to remember their appearances, and then stared at the movements of the wood elves, slowly stepping back. However, the other party's words did not seem to be finished. "Wait, humans, leave your horses behind as compensation for the damage to the forest. Anatole pointed his long knife at the feathered arrows embedded in the trunk of the tree.

"What did you say?!" Oric roared, his bloodshot eyes spurting with rage, but he shuddered as he thrust his half-drawn sword back into its scabbard. "Dismount!" he commanded his men loudly.

With the sound of dismounting, and a pair of angry eyes, Orix retreated with his Belen guards to the edge of the Moonrise Forest. All they had left was an unforgettable frustration, and a whole saddle on each shoulder—the Wood Elves said they didn't need that.

Looking at the pursuers who gradually disappeared, Sovereign and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't expect it. This crisis turned out to be as Soram said, and it could be solved by rushing into the Moonrise Forest. The elves not far away put away their long knives, and with a clear whistle, the archers with longbows disappeared again into the greenery overhead, as if they had never appeared.

Just as Essaoweran looked at each other curiously. When what to do with the forty or so top war horses from the Aranok Empire, I saw the elf chant a series of incantation-like murmurs, and correspondingly, a black and shiny war horse with no trace of variegated color rushed from the herd to the elf's approach.

As if in joy, the horse rubbed its head against the elf's raised palm. "Go, my friend, and take your companions...... Welcome to the Moonrise Forest. Anatole said, drawing an emerald green rune on the horse's forehead with his finger.

With a long ...... of hiss, the horse raised its front hooves as if expressing gratitude. Then he circled around the elf twice, and rushed into the depths of the forest with the rest of his companions. It didn't take long for the flowing black shadow to gradually disappear from everyone's sight.

He ...... Can you communicate with animals?......" Thomas whispered to Orr Kane. The old man smiled and nodded, "Yes, one of the racial talents of the elven race......"

"Then our horses ?......" Thomas looked down at his mount, a little worried that his horse would be released on the spot.

"Rest assured, your warhorses have not left the land where they grown, nor have they been subjected to cruel training and torture. The elf turned around on the hilt of the knife and looked calmly at Soviran and the others, barely showing a trace of expression on his face.

"That's right. Elves have extremely keen hearing, which is also one of the racial talents. Orr Kane added.

"Uh......" Thomas's face flushed, but the others looked at Solam together, as if asking the same question - you took us to the Moonrise Forest. It seems like it's still a forbidden place, and then what?

Solam laughed twice, jumped off his horse, and as he removed his hood, he said, "Your heart is like an arrow, flying straight in the wind......," and he stopped in front of Anatol. He pressed his right hand to his heart. "Hats off to you, my friend ......"

"I haven't seen you in years, my friend ......" Anatole did the same, but before he could finish, Soram had already stepped forward and hugged each other tightly. The wood elf's gaze was suddenly stunned, and Soram had retreated to his place. "Well, hugging you actually makes me feel like evil is near...... It seems that the past few years have not changed much for you......" The elf smiled, the most sincere smile after a long reunion with an old friend.

"Ha, it hurts my heart when you say that, Aral!" Solam's face rarely had a look similar to "grievance", but he quickly chuckled, "I still expect those things that don't know how to live and die to rest in the Moonrise Forest completely...... The last time I came, it was the madwoman of Thranisse......"

Anatole smiled awkwardly. "Thrannes' term has just ended," he said, glancing in the direction in which the Belen guards had disappeared, "but they should be glad that if it were Thranneis, they would have been killed on the spot without warning...... The elf turned his gaze to Solweran and the others, and bowed gracefully. "Welcome to the Moonrise Forest, where you are safe. ”

Except for Soveland, who had difficulty moving, and Aemond, who took care of him, everyone on horseback dismounted in return, but the elf's next words made everyone stunned. "Leave it to me from here, and I'll take him to the Forbidden Land......" Anatole looked at Essaouiran and stretched out his palm, as if he had recognized the key to this team from the beginning. "With the exception of Orr Kane and Solam, I hope you are waiting here, sorry ......"

Of course, Yartu and Kanan and the others would not dispute this, but Tandra and the others set their sights on Essaouiran. Although they do not doubt the credibility of a ranger general, the final attitude is up to Sovereign himself. "I didn't ...... It's okay, let's, let me go......" Sovereign nodded and said softly.

As if to reassure Tandra and the others, Orr Kane took the initiative to retreat. "Just let Soram take Sovereign with me, and I'll just wait here. ”

Seeing that the agreement had been settled, Solam moved Sovereign to his horse, then rolled over and grabbed the reins. "Don't worry, it shouldn't be long......" he said to Tandra and Shaun Sr., turning his gaze to Anatol, "Let's go, see if you get there first or if I get there first......!"

Before Soram could finish speaking, Anator had already leapt into the air, and with a thud he turned into a giant eagle and stabbed into the dense forest with a chirp. "You're cheating, my old fellow......" said Soram, slamming his horse's belly, hugging Sovereign and rushing out like a feathered arrow.

The surrounding scenery swept behind him quickly, the fierce wind squeezed Soveland's eyes into two thin lines, and the giant eagle turned into a wood elf chirped loudly in front of him, and the sunlight above his head became darker and darker, as if the dense foliage completely isolated the outside world.

Gradually, the landscape ahead changed, and a lilac mist spread among the trees. The light smoke was knocked out of the fluttering whirlpool by the galloping warhorse, swirling in the air, and re-melting. The fog grew thicker and thicker until it drowned everything around him, and just as Sawylan felt like he was about to be swallowed up by the darkness, Soram's warhorse suddenly crashed out of the wall of fog like cotton.

The world suddenly lit up, and as Essaoweran adjusted to reopening his eyes, he saw a glade under a clear sky. The blue sky was reflected in the pond in the middle of the clearing, and the leaves that came with the wind gently clicked on the calm water, wrinkling a round of silent ripples.

It was a place that was so quiet that it was intoxicating, but Soveland's eyes were fixed on one spot. Shocked, puzzled, confused, frightened...... All sorts of emotions alternated on his face, for on the edge of the pond he saw a small wooden house.

The same stone paths, the same dark wood, the same fine grains, the same ages...... He'd seen everything, he'd seen it in the Forest of Songs, except that it was a colorless black and white, and now everything was alive and real.

Sovereign struggled to raise his arm and pointed to the cabin, staccato syllables coming out of his almost silent throat, and for some reason he seemed to see where all the nightmares began.

"You've seen it, right? I must have seen it, but it was in a dream...... Soram's voice came from behind, "after all, you're here yourself...... 'Pool of Foresight of the Chaos God'......" (to be continued.) )