Located in a lake in the northwest of the Moon Whisper Forest, the Battle Dance Ring is made of sturdy pumice stone, connected to the shore of the lake by dozens of thick steel chains, and the chains and rings are densely engraved with countless elven characters, and the strokes are extremely hard and sharp, just like a jungle of short sword blades, which is very different from the gorgeous and intricate and elegant and smooth writing style of the High Elves.

This is the sacred place of the wild elves.

For thousands of years, generations of wild elf war dancer masters have clashed each other in this ring, honed their swordsmanship, and passed on their martial arts, and the blood flowing from their bodies has soaked the surface of the ring into a deep purple red. Until now, whether it is the wind or the rain, it is impossible to make the blood accumulated in the ring for thousands of years fade.

More than twenty wild elf elders were waiting on the shore of the lake early, the dense intricate patterns on their faces made it difficult for them to accurately identify their age, but the straight waist showed a sense of neatness that was not inferior to that of young elves. Each elder wore two sheathed swords around his waist, the austere scabbards were devoid of any ornamentation, and the thin rattan wound around the hilt showed signs of old wear. From this, it can be seen that these short swords are not a symbol of some kind of status, but a real weapon for killing people and drinking blood.

Each Wild Elf Elder is served by a veteran War Dancer who has passed the trial of the War Dance Ring, and this is also a rule that has not changed for thousands of years. Many of these elders were veterans of the Dragon War, so although they had been waiting for a long time, they did not show any impatience.

Compared to the brutal battle that is about to take place, waiting is undoubtedly a relaxing thing for the mind.

Those wild elf elders exchanged heads and whispered to each other, even if their faces were full of patterns, they couldn't hide their worried expressions.

The disappearance of the Uniken Fitzeld Master of Martial Arts has been known to the Wild Elf Elders from various sources, but they are also unable to do anything about it. The identity of the wild elves was still the slave class of the elven kingdom before the dragon war, although they were ruthlessly enslaved and oppressed by the high elves, and the relationship with the elven civilians may not be much better.

Although after the Dragon War, the wild elves escaped the tragic fate of the slave class and became free people who could sit on an equal footing with the high elves and elven civilians, but hundreds of years were too short for the elves, and many wild elf elders who had been enslaved could not forget the difficult years of the past, so that they cherished the free life in front of them too much, and took care of the hard-won power in their hands with a kind of care for the newborn elves.

Or should it be said that there are many elders who are even happy to see the disappearance of the War Dancer Master.

A veritable martial genius among the wild elves and the most powerful master of the war dancers ever seen in the Elven Realm, no elf in the Moon Whispering Forest, including Sama Maple Lanchi, the leader of the High Elf Silver Pegasus Knights and the owner of the demigod Moon Rift, could withstand the stormy assault of Uniken Fizelde, without using the power of his fighting spirit.

Perhaps only one elf has ever done it, and that is the former crown prince Roshien White Greno Sedanron, who has already been expelled from the throne.

The Wild Elves who admired the strong wore this genius martial arts master with a fanatical love that they had never experienced before, but for the Wild Elf Elves Elders who held the established power, Euniken Fitzeld was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous figure. Even if he wasn't qualified enough to enter the Council of Elders, many of the young Wild Elves preferred to obey the orders of the Master Wardancer, and it was to be expected that when Uniken Fizeld became the Elder of the Elves, he would have enough prestige to become the uncrowned King of the Elf Clan.

If this were all there was to it, it might not have worried the Wild Elf Elders. The Wild Elves did need a strong leader, and Uniken Fitzeld had the ability and prestige to be such a figure, but his position was very firm on the side of the expelled former crown prince, and he made no secret of his contempt for the High Elves, who still held most of the power.

In the minds of many Wild Elf Elders, this is simply the act of a madman. They were afraid of Uniken Fitzeld's tough attitude and high prestige, and even more afraid that the wild elves would go to a dead end against the terrible High Elves under the leadership of this master war dancer, so when the Sun Singer sent his subordinates to contact them, many of the wild elf elders even raised a feeling of gratitude to Dade.

Most of the Wild Elf Elders had a deliberately worried expression, and only a few were genuinely worried about the safety of Uniken Fitzeld. These elders were relatively young, and tended to be as tough as the Master War Dancer, and they hated the restoration of the High Elves, believing that the way out for the Wild Elves lay in their own struggle, rather than waiting for the mercy of some great man, whether it be the Elven Queen or the Sun Chanter.

Flendara's golden face gradually shifted to the west, but the sunlight still poured down extremely strongly. It was very close to the appointed time for the second round of the Gift of Peace, but except for the wild elves and elven civilians who came to watch, there was no trace of either the elven royal court or the human kingdom mission. The Wild Elf Elders also began to feel a little uneasy, and they stopped talking in whispers, their eyes scanning their surroundings over and over again.

In the distance, there was a sudden and extraordinarily clear eagle roar, high-pitched and sharp, like a wire thrown into the sky, and like a cold blade cutting through everyone's heartstrings. Never before had there been such a high-pitched eagle chirping in the sky above the Moonwhisper Forest a few days ago, but now many elves knew exactly what it was that could make such a sound.

"It's coming!" declared one of the Wild Elf Elves in one go, "those humans, riding a griffin-like winged beast!"

The griffons were as fast as the silver pegasus, and in less than twenty breaths, these beasts of prey with the characteristics of both lions and eagles fluttered their wide wings and fell from the sky, and the fierce air currents swept up the grass and sand around the lakeshore, forcing the elves who were watching the excitement to disperse the empty field and let the griffons land.

This was obviously a bit rude, but there was not much anger in the elves' hearts. "It's the perfect mount, more powerful than the Silver Pegasus, more beautiful than the Hippogriff. It wasn't just the elf who thought this, but the gaze at the griffon's body was so hot that the griffon king at the head let out a low roar and raised his front paws to look at it suspiciously.

Levi patted the griffon king's head lightly, "Are you alright, hairball?" he whispered, and then a feeble wail came out of his mind, "That's a terrible name, Lord Castle...... I thought my front paws were burned. ”

Since no one from the Elven Royal Court came, the Wild Elf Elders looked at each other a little bewildered, and after a few seconds of eye exchange, they made a decision and greeted the Kingdom Mission together. At the forefront of the list is the current Chief Elder of the Council of Elders, Dinen Dagner, a virtuous Elder of the Wild Elves who was once the captain of the Slave Guard of the former Sun Chancher, Hardir the "Death Knell of the Dragon", and is a well-known moderate among the Wild Elves, who has always adhered to an attitude of respecting the dominance of the High Elves.

As you can imagine, Dinen Dagena and Uniken Fitzeld are at odds with each other, and their relationship is bad enough. In the minds of those young wild elves who were one or two hundred years old, this chief elder was simply too slave and spared no effort to curry favor with his High Elf master, but in the eyes of the elders who had experienced the dragon war, Chief Elder Dinen Dagna was a steady and decent leader, compared to Uniken Fitzeld, who was a little too sharp, and his contemptuous attitude towards the High Elves was even more disturbing.

Like the other Wild Elf Elders, Dinen Dagna was once a brave and fierce veteran war dancer, and his personal strength was only a thin line away from the title of Master of Martial Arts. Although he was approaching the age of eight hundred—for a wild elf whose lifespan was inferior to that of the High Elves, eight hundred was already a sign of twilight years, but his movements were still as agile and agile as those of a young elf of one or two hundred years old, and with the air of coordination and poise characteristic of a good and seasoned warrior.

So when the other Wild Elf elders saw that Chief Elder Dinen Dagna suddenly seemed to have stepped on something, staggered to the side a few steps in a row, and almost fell, their surprise could not be concealed, and they couldn't help but scream. Some of the elders had ghosts in their hearts, and even thought that the human mission had discovered something and attacked the chief elder, and when they overreacted, they showed the two short swords on their waists.

The sound of metal grinding from behind made Chief Elder Dineen wake up from his extreme astonishment, and he suddenly turned his head and lowered his voice and roared, "You guys, what are you doing with your sword, do you want to break the ancient rules of the Rite of Peace?"

The overreacted elders put away their weapons in a sneering manner, and one of the elders couldn't help but ask in a somewhat surprised tone, "Chief Elder, what happened just now...... Are you not hurt?"

"Hurt, how could it be?" replied Dinen Dagena with a frown, then gesturing to the figures jumping off the backs of the griffins, "I was just surprised to see this. ”

The scene that I saw afterwards made all the doubts in the hearts of those wild elf elders disappear, and instead there was a more exaggerated surprised reaction than Chief Elder Dining, who was able to stand in place, but couldn't close his mouth wide, was already very calm, and more than one elder had weak legs and simply knelt on the ground.

Jumping from the back of the griffin were not only members of the Human Mission, but also a group of strange Wild Elf War Dancers, led by a tall and dignified warrior dancer, whose face and upper body were covered in delicate, ornate and intricate quaint tattoos. Two exquisitely shaped heavy swords hung cross-hung on the sword belt behind them, and the blades faintly exuded a sense of intimidation like pinpricks, allowing people to clearly perceive that they were two very powerful magic weapons.

To the horror of all the Wild Elf Elders, the skin of this powerful war dancer was not dark and rough, but white and delicate as fine cheese, his long thick golden hair flowed down his head like molten gold, and the ends reached his shoulders, glowing with a beautiful luster of life in the sun, his eyes were extremely pure green, comparable to the finest emerald jade, and his pupils were faintly veined with golden veins, and he was a High Elf royal family with pure blood.

In contrast, the equally unfamiliar war dancers behind him seemed less strange. Judging by the black hair and black pupils of these war dancers, they are all standard wild elf blood, but although their movements can be called agile and fast, they have a frizzy feeling that is unique to young people, which does not seem to match the identity of war dancers.

Several of the more delicate Wild Elf Elders had already begun to frown, because they found that although the tattoos on those war dancers were not inappropriate at first glance, if they were carefully identified, they were not exactly the same as the tattoos that had been circulating among the Wild Elves, and the patterns in some places were obviously distorted and mutated, with an indescribable awkward feeling.

"Could it be that the wild elves still have a group of people who live in the human kingdom outside the Moonwhisper Forest?" Chief Elder Dinen Dagna pondered, then suppressed the consternation in his heart and took two quick steps forward, not glancing at the griffon lord Levi Ston who was walking in the front, but bowing deeply to the war dancer with the blood of the High Elf royal family.

"Regards to you...... Sincerely, great ...... The royal family, the inheritor of the ancient bloodline, and the natural master of the Moon Whispering Forest. Chief Elder Dineen said in a stiff High Elf language that although he had served the former Sun Chanter for hundreds of years and had even more exposure to the High Elf language than ordinary elven civilians, he really couldn't grasp the complex trills and flowery tones in it, and he was deeply disturbed by this.

The voice of the other party's answer made him feel a little familiar, and he spoke fluent wild elf slang, Dinin had never imagined that vulgar wild elf slang could be interpreted so majestically and decently, and he was even more deeply shocked by the meaning of the words.

"Hats off to you, Chief Elder Dinin Dagner, a free race of wild elves by birth. ”

"Ellara, you are ......" Dineen suddenly raised his head, almost rudely examining the face of the High Elf royal family, and then as if he had been shot in the chest by an invisible arrow, his face suddenly turned pale, and even his voice became very difficult, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat...... His Royal Highness Crown Prince Roshien White Grenor Sedanlen!"

For the first time since hearing the news of the disappearance of the martial arts master Uniken Fiselde, the Marquis of Osiris smiled happily from the heart, and several patterns smeared with alchemical potions on the corners of his mouth were touched, adding a strange and cold taste to his handsome face.

"Chief Elder Dinen Dagner," he said softly, his eyes scanning the stiff expression of the untrustworthy Wild Elf Chief Elder by Uniken Fitzeld, "My Charafil has suddenly disappeared, do you know where he is?"

"Yes, I know...... No, no, I don't know. Dinen replied incoherently, "Your Highness the Crown Prince of Loshien, I mean, I know that Uniken Fitzeld is missing, but I don't know where he is now. ”

The Marquis of Osiris's eyes narrowed dangerously, his gaze as sharp as a freshly sharpened razor. Elder Dinein's explanation is reasonable, but it is purely superfluous, and it is intended to cover up. He was now absolutely certain that the Chief Elder of the Wild Elves must have played some dishonorable role in the disappearance of Unican Fizeld, and that many of the terrified-looking Wild Elf Elders behind him were involved in the matter—at least not a few who were in the know!

"Jill Nash. The Marquis of Osiris softly called the name of the young elite sword dancer, who then stepped forward quickly, "Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Loshien, please command. ”

"Dining, Elder Dagena probably knows some inside story about Charafi's disappearance, but he is old and can't remember his last name well, can you help him remember?"

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince. Jill Nash replied without hesitation, and with a wave of his hand, he led the young wild elves who were painted all over the body with the pattern of a war dancer to approach.

It was only then that the Wild Elf elders could see the true identity of these strange war dancers, and when they saw the young Wild Elves approaching, a look of shame and anger flashed on Dinen Dagner's face. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, a wild elf elder surnamed Grumpy beside him had already roared angrily, and pulled out his twin swords from his waist like lightning.

"You hairy little devils, you want to turn the sky upside down!" he scolded in a hoarse wild elf language, and at the same time greeted the leader Jill Nash, "Don't think that if you find some layman to draw a fake pattern, you will think that you are a real war dancer, you are still very tender!"

The power of the wild elf elders was still there, and the faces of those young wild elves couldn't help but show a hesitant expression, and their feet were sluggish, but Jill Nash's footsteps did not stop, although his face also became a little pale, but he walked towards the elder firmly, and at the same time, his hands swiped to his waist, and the two short swords with cold light flashed out of their sheaths, and only made an extremely slight friction sound.

"Elder Enbibi, you have always been a supporter of Master Uniken, so please get out of the way. Gil Nash tried to keep his voice cold, but a slight trilling at the end of his sentence made his inner tension clear. "This is the order of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Loshion, the heir recognized by Master Euniken, I don't want to go against you!"

"Still hairy boy, ready to show you, little Jill, let me teach you a little lesson!" Elder Enbibi spat to the side, his swords suddenly crossed forward, and two cold rays of light slashed towards Jill Nash's wrists.

It could be seen that Elder Enbibi's men were still merciful, even if Jill Nash could not dodge this blow smoothly, at most he would suffer a slight injury. However, to the surprise of most people, Jill Nash barely dodged with a slightly hasty sliding step, while Elder Enbibi blindly raised his twin swords as if he had suddenly fallen under some magic, and unleashed a series of rapid blows into the air.

Elder Enbibi's two-sword sword fighting skills were extremely high, worthy of his reputation as a veteran war dancer, with fierce slashes, sharp stabbing angles, and impermeable defenses, those two short swords spun into a storm of blades in his hands. However, no matter how powerful the sword technique is, it will not be able to achieve any results if it attacks towards the air. Even Jill Nash couldn't help but froze when he saw this, then jumped forward and swept tentatively, his twin swords attacking Elder Enbibi's waist from the left and right sides.

It was just an ordinary tentative attack, and Elder Enbi reacted quickly, first using his twin swords to fend left and right, but his judgment was obviously out of order, and the timing of the double sword block was too early, and he roared past Jill Nash's blade. Fortunately, he reacted extremely quickly and experienced in combat, and as soon as he realized that something was wrong, he immediately and decisively pulled back and jumped, jumping far beyond the attack range of the Jill Nash twin swords.

"What a hell of a life!" Elder Enbibi cried out in a hoarse voice before he could stand still, "What kind of strange tattoo is that, and after I move it, why can't I tell where his figure is?"

Compared to Elder Enbibi's confusion, the well-informed Chief Elder Dinen Dagna's face was even more difficult to look at, and the color of the iron blue was simply mixed with the tattoos on his cheeks, and it was difficult to distinguish from each other. "Wardance Fightwreck, is it the original Wardance Fightfight, isn't that already lost during the Dragon War, with the destruction of the 'cruel' Danan and his team of Wardancers?"

The Marquis of Osiris's heart was actually full of amazement, and the confident old face of Mr. Dish flashed through his mind, "What Master Frederick said...... It's all true,......" the green lion muttered in a low voice, and then raised his voice so that every Wild Elf Elder could hear it clearly, "Since you know that this is a war dance and fighting pattern, then let's take it lightly." Elder Dinein, you should know that no War Dancer can resist the power of the War Dance Crest, and that would have been the killer weapon that the 'cruel' Danan would have used against the War Dancers who tried to rebel, unless it was ......"

The Marquis of Osiris's voice stopped suddenly, and he turned to look at the eastern sky, where a group of silver Pegasus knights were soaring with their wings outstretched, and the silver Pegasus at the head looked particularly muscular and majestic, and on his back sat a mysterious figure wrapped in black cloth robes with only eyes exposed.

Osiris, however, knew exactly who the man really was, so a whisper-like second half escaped from between his clenched teeth.

“...... My Charafel, Master Sword Dancer Uniken Fitzeld!"

(To be continued)