The scent of the forest was always warm and dry, and Yi Wurong put his hand on the trunk of the tree and listened attentively to what his home wanted to tell him.

After being away for so many years, he is not without guilt.

The elves may be the race that has the most contact with nature, so they have always been peace-loving, rarely clashing with other races, and even helped the South Island when it was in trouble.

It is also for this reason that as the high priest with the strongest wood power in the elven jungle, Yi Wurong did not worry about war or infighting in his hometown during the time he left here and was stationed in the imperial city.

The last time this race participated in a war was thousands of years ago, when the demons fell.

The leaves swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, and Yi Wurong patted the banyan tree lightly, telling him that he was going to chat with the elders in the forest.

This ethnic group has always lived a long life, and Yi Wurong himself has lived for a long time, so long that he can't even remember the exact age of the person.

But in such a rich life experience, he still has something to remember.

For example, the battle of the demon race, such as his former fiancée, and for example, only those who have witnessed it can know, and there are no secrets that have been handed down for various reasons.

Only the elders can share these things with him. After all, children don't need to know about those painful pasts, they just need a bright future.

Walking all the way to the hole of the prophecy tree, the people on the side of the road are smiling and greeting him.

The atmosphere here is indeed different from the solemn imperial city.

"Elders, I'm here. On the edge of the prophecy tree cave, the eldest of the elven tribe lived, "Five banyan trees? You came just in time, we were just talking about when the Tu clan was destroyed." An old man moved a chair and beckoned him to sit down.

"At the same time as the demons are exterminating. Speaking of this topic, Yi Wurong was a little sentimental, his former fiancée also died in that war, "The demon clan wants to cross the giant cliff mountain range, and the Tu people are just kind, no one thought that it would end like that in the end." ”

"Demons are greedy by nature. Another elder recalled, "Now there is also a demon clan member next to our city lord, right?

Yi Wurong nodded, "His name is Gao Wen, and he is the last person in the Demon Clan to have the bloodline of the Demon King." His demonic power is very strong, but he has become the magic envoy of the city lord a long time ago, and he will not cause any danger. ”

"We are old bones, but we don't have a chance to meet this new city lord. The female elder smiled softly, her face full of comfort, "O last servant of the gods, can she make the Imperial City stand on top of the Five Kingdoms again?"

Yi Wurong fell into memories in the song.

When he was born, there were eight races on the continent.

Water, Fire, Elves, Sand, Wind, God, Demons, and Earth. And so far, only Leng Xin has inherited all the power of the gods alone, and from the perspective of blood, the demon clan has only left Gawain alone.

And the Tu tribe has long been forgotten by everyone in the corner of time.

Obviously, this race was very prosperous back then, but because of the kindness of the moment, it had to be exchanged for the peace of the continent at the cost of the destruction of the entire race.