When the demons captured Peggy again, an army marched silently in the wilderness about a day away from the city of molten iron. They are different from all human armies. They do not have the command and pace that is deliberately emphasized. However, the marching team maintains a delicate formation, without bright armor and striking flags. This team seems to be integrated with the roadside weeds. It is quiet and fast. When they pass by, it feels like the wind blows through the grass stems. This is the team of elves.


    The spirits from the forest on the southwest border of Cang lion walk in the open sky, which makes them feel uncomfortable when they are familiar with forest life. But the calm Rangers know that calm observation and calm thinking are the only way to survive in any environment. Except for some special individuals


    "Burp!" ARTWOOD, who lies lazily on the back of a stag, burps his wine. The elder wizard, who has the name of green stick and is also the master of bakm, is totally different from the spirit soldiers guarding him. Of course, this is not only the artistic hair of the old elf, but also the initiator who urged the tribe to join in the war against the rat people The battle itself seems less concerned.


    "Elder, we are very close to the dwarf city. But the scouts still didn''t find any buildings on the horizon An elf with long golden hair, dressed in leather and bronze armor, rode up to Atwood on a smaller stag and said respectfully. He wore a headband made of three different plants on his head. It can be seen that the spirit should be over 300 years old, and he is also the leader of this army. However, even the elves who have lived nearly three times as long as ordinary people will behave as if they were just young adults before the green stick. Among all the elders, Atwood is the most special existence.


    "Will see, will see." The drunken old man replied casually. He shook the hollow wooden wine pot and hung it on the antlers in front of him. "Tell the hunters to prepare bows, arrows and knives. Burp, the smell of blood in the air has been blown so far, and there will be a big war when we get to our destination."


    The spirit in armor frowned. "Elder, I still don''t understand. Even if we want to join this war, we don''t need to cooperate with human beings. With our strength, we can wipe out those twisted creatures. Moreover, the Lord of this land is still a dwarf. " When he was talking, he looked at his left hand holding the reins intentionally or unintentionally. There were only three fingers left that should have been as long as a work of art. His ring finger and little thumb were cut off for some reason! And when it comes to dwarves, the elf general can feel the faint pain coming from the broken finger of his left hand.


    "Mlose, your wound has been healed for decades. Why hold on to those hatred?" Green stick looks at his younger generation with a smile. He knows the origin of mlose''s hatred for dwarves. A group of crazy dwarfs invaded the forest decades ago. They used iron tools to cut down trees and killed a small group of Rangers they met. As more elves followed the cry of the green son, the trees that had lived for a long time had been dug out of the ground. The dwarfs claim to have valuable mineral resources in the ground, and for this reason they did not hesitate to destroy what was covered in the soil.


    Mlose snorted coldly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. "Dwarves are savage destroyers. They are only infatuated with the lifeless stones and have no feelings for the living things. They are the bane of the world." In fact, the general''s words are also very representative. Almost all the elves dislike dwarves for this reason. In the eyes of nature loving elves, dwarves'' enthusiasm for minerals and creation has become wanton destruction of the natural world. They dig out mountains to find gems, cut down forests to light blast furnaces. If we say that human shortsightedness can be attributed to their limited life span, Then there is no possibility that the dwarf''s behavior can be forgiven by the elves.


    Green stick curled his mouth and turned his head. "Rebirth and destruction, maintenance and breakthrough, we and they are all part of the world, just as we are with those creatures called rat man. Everything starts from nature and will eventually return to nature. What is there to argue about? " The old elf said, from his tangled hair to scratch, with a burst of protest like cry, a small bird was caught by him. "Go and help me see what''s going on in that city." The bird, less than the size of a palm, blinked at the green stick''s words and flew into the sky with its wings outstretched. It''s strange to say that when this bird takes off, its feathers begin to expand rapidly in the sun. When it flies over the heads of the elves, where is the appearance before? It is a giant eagle with red tail wings! It has a wingspan of at least two meters, bright red tail feathers in the air left a conspicuous track!


    As if reminded by Atwood''s action, mlose shook the reins and urged the stag to the front of the line. "Rangers, let out the falcons, let our flying friends be our eyes." With his orders, the ranks began to have large and small dark shadows, that is, the elves domesticated warhawks, they can provide a higher and more comprehensive view of the master. The open sky soon appeared a large number of circling shadows, such a terrain is more suitable for hawks than in the forest.The old elf raised his head and put his palm on his eyes to block the sun, "ah, ah, this is equivalent to telling others that we are here. It seems that the battle will happen ahead of time. No, I have to drink more quickly Atwood said as he took off another jug from the antler, and by the way, the stag on which the elder elf was riding had at least ten such containers on its head. If the deer he sat on was not used to the behavior of the green stick, it might have turned the old guy out.


    The giant eagle circling up overlooks the earth with its sharp sight. No one has been managing the field has shown a trend of dilapidation, never seen the indentation in the wheat field everywhere, according to the experience of the giant eagle, can produce such traces, the size of that creature should be similar to its own master, but this number is much more. It seems that we can eat a lot more food than squirrels recently. I hope they taste more delicious than squirrels. Flapping his wings and moving on, the giant eagle saw more scenes, some scattered small camps, but it seems that they should have been abandoned. Otherwise, when they fly by, no one can get out of the tent to look around. And maybe it''s the instinct of animals. The scouts in the sky instinctively feel that it''s better not to approach these camps rashly. There are some very An indescribable breath, which is more obvious in the big mound ahead. Wait, it''s not a mound, it''s a huge ruin!


    At the same time, some people in brown robes raised their heads, and these crypt mothers, searching for survivors and usable items in the ground ruins, found sky watchers.


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