"Rose rescued the surviving lower elves trapped in the Urder sewers and moved to a vast crypt that the Drow elves would later call Taresia...... Most of the surviving lower elves contracted the blight in the sewers, which spread rapidly in Talesia...... After losing Gwendlin's blessing, the lower elves no longer wield magic as freely as before...... The lack of light in the crypt makes it difficult for the elves who have lost their magic to move, coupled with the lack of food and the attacks of various xenomorphs underground...... The elves rescued by Rose lost their lives in droves in the crypts of Taresia. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

- "The Descendants of Gwendrine," by Hetlocher K. Greger

Sitting silently at the edge of the table, Beata came to Haredith's side at some point, and she pointed to a white-painted area on the map and asked, "What does this SS mean?"

Beata's voice attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, and when she looked up and found that everyone's eyes were focused on her, Beata looked a little panicked and quickly covered her small mouth and stepped back step by step, as if trying to escape.

At this time, Xiuqi, who was standing behind him, gently pressed her thin shoulder, while Han Long, who was sitting across the table, said to her softly: "Miss Beatta, if you want to know anything, just ask, no one will drive you away." ”

Beata was still covering her mouth, but her big watery eyes blinked quickly, so Hanlon continued: "We are your knights, and Miss Beata, you are the daughter of the lord, we obey you, obey you, and it is your sword. If you want to do something bold, no one will scold you, right, Mr. Guide. Hanlon looked at Haredik beside him as he said the last sentence, with a hint of warning in his tone and eyes.

Hareddick had no choice but to put on a smiling face and say in a childish tone, "Ah, yes, yes, of course." ”

Beata slowly lowered her hand from her mouth and timidly asked Haredith, "Is it really possible?"

"Of course, Miss Beatta. So, Mr. Guide, please tell us about it. Hanlon said to Haredith, and the warning in his words became a little heavier.

Haredith glared at Hanlon with some displeasure, tilted his head and whispered into his ear, "Hey, I'm not here to be a babysitter!"

"Then you are now. Han Long also whispered, and pulled out the long sword at his waist to make a threatening posture.

Haredith sat up straight, put his harmless smile back on his face, and said to Beatta, "What do you want to ask? ”

"I'm not a princess. Beata pouted.

"For me, you are. Haredith still smirked, and Hugh, who was standing behind Beatta, frowned and coughed lightly, glaring at him viciously.

"Damn Damiko pup......" Harleydick cursed in his heart, and then said, "You want to know what this ss means, right?"

Beata nodded, and Haredith let out a sigh and began, "This place is called the Smoke of the Clouds, a forbidden place, a magic mirror, a place that has been completely forgotten by the gods. ”

Hearing this, Beata's eyes immediately widened, and her face was full of excitement and curiosity, and she asked, "Wow, forbidden land, which means that no one has ever been there?"

"The same cannot be said. "After a long time, the straight rope suddenly fell, and then everything

"Huh?!" Beata tilted her head, her pretty little face full of curious question marks.

"Well, I'll tell you a story about this place. Haredith said. ...,

Beata clapped her little hands and exclaimed happily, "Really! I love to listen to stories!"

Haredith scratched his head, gathered his thoughts, and began to tell the famous story that had been passed down among rangers and adventurers.

Deep in the dense forests west of the Breitshin Mountains, where the Middle Way meets the Northern Heath, there is a mystery covered in smoke that never leaves. Legend has it that in that thick smoke lies a large number of treasures left by the dragon and countless divine weapons, as long as they can find these treasures, they will become the richest people in the continent, and whoever can find those divine weapons will become the greatest warriors in the continent. However, everyone who enters this smoke will be blinded by the thick smoke, and their eyes will not be able to distinguish the direction, so that they will be lost in the smoke forever and will never come out alive.

Fascinated by the legend of the Smoke of the Clouds, two unruly adventurers decided to find out. But they were afraid that they would be trapped in the smoke like everyone else and would not be able to escape, so the two of them came up with a brilliant plan. They brought a rough piece of twine, a hundred meters long, and tied one end of the rope firmly around the waist of one of the men, so that he could go into the smoke in search of treasure, while the other end of the twine was tied to a large tree outside the smoke, and the other man was holding the wind outside the smoke. As soon as the person inside the smoke is disoriented or in danger, pull the hemp rope so that the person outside the smoke can pull him out safely. The two of them were very proud of their solution, believing that the treasure in the mist was within reach, so they couldn't wait to get out of the smoke and begin to implement their plan.

The two adventurers trekked to the smoke in the northwest forest, and according to the plan, one tied the hemp rope to the trunk of a large tree beyond the mist, while the other tied the hemp rope firmly to his waist and walked into the smoke, but this is when something strange happened. As soon as the adventurer who had entered the smoke put his foot into the white smoke, the smoke beside him silently wrapped around the adventurer as if he were sentient, and completely submerged him in the smoke.

Seeing this, the adventurer who was outside immediately shouted his companion's name into the smoke, but received no response from the other party, as if the other party had disappeared out of thin air. So he screamed a few more times in fear, and then pulled the hemp rope back as a safety guard, but the hemp rope that should have been firmly tied to the waist of his companion was easily pulled out by him. There was no blood, no knife edges, and even the knots they had tied were still hanging from them, and the only one missing was the adventurer who was supposed to have tied the hemp rope to his body.

The adventurer in charge of the wind immediately screamed, his screams echoing through the forest. He shouted his companion's name into the fog like madness, and took the twine and wrapped it around his body several times, tying several dead knots, and then shouted his companion's name as he rushed into the smoke without looking back.

But at that moment, the screaming that had been echoing in the dense forest came to an abrupt end, and the hemp rope that connected the trees beyond the smoke fell silently to the ground, and there was silence all around, as if nothing had happened.

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"Did they come out last?" asked Beata, who was sitting on Hareddick's lap and hugging his arm tightly.

Haredith glanced down at the little girl, shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice, "No, no one can get out of there." ”...,

"We're not going to go through there, are we?" said the man who said this was the knight named Hemel, and him

For the rest of the world, this story that circulated in the northwest of the continent, except for the elder Han Long, it was the first time that these knights from the south had heard of it.

Haredith glanced at him, chuckled, and said, "Are you scared?"

When he said this, Hemmer looked at his companions around him in a little panic, then shook his body and said with some pretentious gestures: "Of course not, who would be afraid of these stories that scare the little ghosts." ”

Hareditik laughed again and did not say anything, but instead answered Hemmer's first question: "No, we won't go through there." ”

"Damiko is ......on top," Hemmer muttered, and the knights around him were secretly relieved.

"I want to go there!" said Beata suddenly.

This voice attracted everyone's attention again, but this time Beata did not look the slightest fear or cowardice, but her eyes flashed with excitement.

Harradidick looked at the little girl sitting on his lap with some smirk, and cast an inquiring look at Hanlon.

At this time, Han Long spread his hands, looked at Beata with a very pleased gaze, and said with a smile: "Her surname is Miles, the daughter of our lord. ”