Creak!

The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and the rusted corners rubbed against the floor in a sharp and piercing loud sound.

However, this did not disturb the rickety figure in the room.

As Lanlos opened the door, a slightly chilly evening breeze crept in, and the flame on the candlestick trembled slightly, which brought back the old man's attention.

"You're back. Carefully laying the quill on the sidelines, Fergus scratched his chin and gray beard and slowly stood up.

Thousands of years ago, after being banished by their fellow elves and far away from the Well of Eternity, Queldore gradually lost the blessings of eternal life, and sickness, aging, and the troubles that belonged to ordinary humans befell them.

But even so, elves still have a much longer youth than humans. Only when he really came to the end of his life would Queldore be like Fergus, rickety and weak.

Of course, when Lanros first met Fergus half a year ago, he also fantasized about whether he was the 'white-bearded old man' as people often say.

It turned out that he was just an ordinary old man, an elderly village chief.

Closing the door with his hand, Lan Luos nodded slightly, as if he had said hello, and when he was about to walk to his room with a cane, his eyes were attracted by the faint ink marks reflected on the desk: "This is a notice? Where did it come from?"

Jinzhi Village is a small place, basically self-sufficient in food, clothing, housing and transportation, and does not need to supply materials from the outside world, nor can it export goods to the outside world. As a result, the place was all but forgotten, and the last time a notice was made was on the day that Lanloth was rescued.

But clearly, this time is much more important than before.

"Silvermoon City. With a slight sigh, a deep sorrow appeared on Fergus's furrowed face.

Lanloth's brow furrowed slightly, and he inexplicably felt that the air seemed to become oppressive.

"The forest trolls seem to have stepped up their offensive lately. Fergus opened the drawer and slowly rummaged through something, "Several front-line reconnaissance teams have not heard from them for weeks, and the security lines on the border are becoming more and more blurred......

"No matter how rampant these trolls are, they won't threaten our village, right?" Lanlos's words were a little negative, but they couldn't be denied, he was right.

Jinzhi Village is located in the hinterland of Yongge Forest, with the heavily guarded Yangfan Harbor in the north, the Erendal River in the south, and the large gathering place Jinwu Village as a sentry. These forest trolls are even less likely to land from the golden sands of the West, unless they want to be bombarded to pieces by the High Elves' fleet. As for the east, the valleys are foggy all year round, and the spirits of nature that roam them will show no mercy to anyone who disturbs them.

As Lanlos said, threatening the village of Golden Branches, joke......

Fergus's cloudy eyes were fixed on Lanloth's, and the cautiousness revealed made the latter smile away.

"Never underestimate these cruel monsters, if it weren't for His Majesty Anastarian putting down his body and forming an alliance with the human empire Alathor back then......" Fergus seemed to recall some unbearable past events, paused, shook his head silently, and then hastily ended the topic, "In short, as a person who has come over, I advise you not to underestimate these trolls." ”

"Understood. Nodding, Lanlos nodded solemnly.

In fact, he knew better than Fergus the power of trolls, whether it was Amani, Dakale, Gulabash, or Zandalara.

He probably knew more about these creatures than the old elf who had lived for hundreds of years.

But yard by yard, he still didn't think that these forest trolls of Zuaman would travel thousands of miles to attack this small village that had no strategic significance. After all, as far as he knew, the fundamental reason why the High Elves were at war with these trolls was that Silvermoon City was built on a magical hub. And what is good about not dying is that this magic hub happens to be the ancestral relics of the Amani troll who doesn't know how many years ago.

Over the millennia, Queldore and the forest trolls have fought countless wars, and there is absolutely no chance of reconciliation between the two sides. As for the reason for the start, it has long ceased to matter.

So, to put it mildly, what the trolls crave is not something that a Golden Branch Village can satisfy.

"Ah, I found it!" Fergus exclaimed to call back to Lanloth's thoughts, who immediately turned his attention to him.

I saw Fergus holding a scroll of letters, on which the exquisite fire paint wax seal faintly shimmered with golden shimmers, like a phoenix with its wings outstretched.

"What is this?"

"Invitation letter from Fatherin Academy. A kind smile appeared on Fergus's wrinkled face, but the seemingly bland answer made Lanlos's eyes widen.

Fatherin Academy is located in the northwest of Silvermoon City, on an isolated island known as the Sun-Chasing Island, and its only connection to the outside world is a sea-crossing bridge leading to Silvermoon City.

This place is inextricably linked to the court of the Sunstrider, who rules the entire city of Silvermoon, and alike its name is the first leader of Queldore, Darthrema, who is buried on this island.

The purpose of the Fatherin Academy is to help the royal court cultivate excellent magical apprentices and various scholars. To use an inappropriate analogy, this is a royal military school.

Of course, none of this was what surprised Lanlos. After all, this place is also the birthplace of the game's blood elves.

Seeing that Lanlos was stunned and ignored himself, Fergus coughed lightly and pulled his thoughts back.

The latter bowed apologetically, but then pushed the invitation back: "Old man, although the war is tight, there shouldn't be a need for a disabled person like me to join the army, right?"

Lanloth's smile was self-deprecating, and there was a deep sense of helplessness.

"You're half right. Fergus, of course, knew why, and gave a quick glance at his right leg, "It does have something to do with the front line." ”

"But it's not for you to be an apprentice, old man, and I'm not that unconscionable. Grabbing his chin and gray beard, Fergus straightened his back, looking smug as if waiting for a compliment, "This is an invitation to be a teaching assistant." ”

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"Teaching assistant?me?!"

"What kind of expression are you?" There was no expected admiration in the other party's eyes, and Fergus's unbelievable and absurd look made Fergus a little embarrassed, and then immediately straightened his face, "It took me a lot of favors to help you win this position, stinky boy, you can not believe it, but you must not refuse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fergus shoved the invitation into his hand.

But ...... "Except for his former student days, Lanlos has never been exposed to the profession of teaching, let alone teaching a group of elves?

"Don't worry, it's just a teaching assistant. Fergus tapped him on the shoulder, "It's not as hard as you think." ”

Seeing that the other party still wanted to say something, the old man spoke up again, so that Lan Luos had to hold back: "Believe in yourself, although you are not very old, I have seen your performance." ”

"Your enthusiasm for learning is the fullest Queldore I've ever seen, and in just over half a year, you've basically read all of my books. ”

"When it comes to the history and geography of Azeroth alone, you know better than even me, an old man who has lived for more than a thousand years...... Tsk, that's a shame to say. Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Fergus continued, "And you can see that you have an extraordinary thirst and talent for arcane knowledge. ”

"I'm not a spellcaster, and there's no way to satisfy your requirements with the knowledge here, but Faserin can. ”

"There's the most formal form of education there, and whether you want to be a politician or a spell caster, Fatherin can make it happen. ”

"And......" Fergus looked downward, resting on Lanlos's right leg, "and, with the knowledge of the priest there, there may be a cure for your leg ailment." ”

"Old man......" Fergus's hoarse voice shook Lanlos's heart violently, as if he was caught by something, and he couldn't speak for a while.

A trace of reluctance flashed in Fergus's eyes, and then he quickly showed a free and easy expression: "Okay, don't look at me like that, it's supposed to be a thing worth celebrating, why are you so uncomfortable?"

With a wave of his hand, Fergus turned around and slowly walked up the stairs: "Don't forget, at noon in four days, there will be a cargo ship going to the island of the sun in Yangfan Harbor, I helped you book a place, don't be late." ”

Seeing the other disappear from his sight, Lanlos seemed to see the director of his own orphanage, the same old age, the same rickets, and the same loneliness......

According to rumors, Fergus's partner was a ranger who was tragically killed in an early war with trolls. And Fergus, in order to show his loyalty to his lover, has been alone for nearly a thousand years.

Now his days are numbered, but he still has no children and no daughters under his knees. But he is not a cold-blooded animal, he still longs for family affection, and in the past six months, Lanlos has expressed this very clearly.

Fergus didn't say it explicitly, but it was clear that he was taking care of himself as if he were his child.

For Lanlos, this feeling is very warm......

Clenching the invitation in his hand hard, the corners of Lanlos's mouth curled up in a slight upward arc.

The dawn sun crept in through the window, caressing the pale face of Ranros, whose forehead was particularly glaring.

As if sensing something, the elven boy opened his eyes violently, and his blue eyes revealed endless fear and pain, although only for a moment, it was still terrifying.

What is it that can make people look so terrible?

After a few deep breaths in a row calmed the violent ups and downs of his chest, the boy sat up straight and looked out the window in a daze, and under the light of the sun, everything was shrouded in brilliant gold, like a dream.

However, Lanlos was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery at the moment.

Nightmares invade his mind almost every night, the sneer of the Soul Eater, the screaming of demons across the mountains, the scarlet eyes of the spider queen......

What happened in Marton haunted like a slide in a dream.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.