Duke of Grief

Elves are a disperse race. They are born with artistic thinking that is difficult for humans to reach. Most elves’ army group operations are like their personalities. There are no rules and formations, and some are just tacit understanding of each other. Offense and defense.

They like to do things casually, so most elves tend to be'chaotic'.

The Cavaliers were not clear why his father said, ‘It’s because of the elves’ character, so they can have an artistic sense for everyone’, but now he understands.

The elven king's court is really beautiful, just like what he saw on the shore of the lake just now. The architecture and nature are perfectly combined. In harmony, a little exquisiteness is revealed. The green and purple vines meander up and the creeper climbs from the roof Hanging down on the wall, the mossy wall faintly appeared in the gap.

This was also the first time that the Cavaliers did not feel that the wall covered with moss was dirty, but rather beautiful!

This is just a building on the ground. The Knight of Potts looked up, and he could see the main branches of a towering tree. The brown tree house was hidden among the lush green leaves. If you don’t observe carefully, it’s true. It is difficult to see the stairs that surround the trunk upward, and on the trunk, there is a platform connected to the trunk, everything is like the beautiful fantasy in the story.

A few steps further, you can also see a house made entirely of pure white marble. A white house seems to be abrupt in the green, but if you look closely, you can directly see the wall, Exquisite carvings on doors and windows and on the roof.

After carving, and then painted with green paint, the house naturally integrated into the surrounding environment.

The elves are spontaneous and unrestrained. They each have their own preferences. The Boze Knight looked at the elves standing around and saw the costumes on them. It was really difficult to explain to outsiders what the "elven style" is.

Some have plain clothes, while others wear colorful clothes, like the most toxic spiders and snakes in the jungle.

The elves are also free and sloppy, but they rarely have excessive curiosity, just as they are standing on a branch, or standing on both sides of the road, with a peaceful sight...No! The Cavaliers also felt'malicious'!

The Knight of Potts took a deep breath, and his left hand pressed quietly against the hilt of the long sword that was carried on his left waist.

He didn't have time to change his weapon, because compared to the elaborate and powerful elf swords of some magic weapons, he even believed that the knights of the sorrowful wind used the dwarf craftsmanship for hundreds of years.

Although it is very dilapidated, it is sufficient for defense.

He still remembers what he came here to do, so he would not deal with these elves that are hostile to him like he did with the beasts, and his guide seems to be quite high in position, and things should be done soon solve.

In an instant, just an instant!

The birds and birds flew, and the beasts ran, and panic and shouts of birds and beasts came out from the surrounding trees and grass, and fled the place in a panic.

The guide squeezed the short knife hanging around his waist, turned around, raised his head, and looked roaringly around the face: "Stop! Stop for me!"

He didn't know how much life was killed by the human behind him. From now on, he didn't seem to be prepared to take the initiative to attack, but just mentioned a little precaution.

But it's just this'raise the guard', which has made him feel a creepy breath coming from behind.

The elves around were not as sensitive as beasts or warriors, so they were hard to feel, but he felt it!

With a breath like "life nemesis", he even subconsciously wanted to pull out his weapon. If it didn't react in the next second, they might now fight with this human.

The elves around were taken aback, they were all a little confused and didn't know what happened.

The Knight of Potts released his hand, but he did not put his hand off the hilt, and even his body did not relax. He just tilted his head and looked at his guide with puzzled eyes.

His guide gasped, and the feeling that gave him ‘it’s possible to die in the next second’ had disappeared. He looked around again, and other elves had noticed the movement here and leaned over.

Clutching the handle of the short knife, the guide gritted his teeth and shouted: "Guys, this human being is not a bad person. On the contrary, I believe you must have read the "epic", he is a knight under the sword of the mourning wind," The Juggernaut once helped us, and the knights under him will not be bad guys!"

It is said that the elves cast their sights on the Boze Knight, but many of them have remained unchanged...

"Go! Our time is running short..."

The Knights of Potts took a deep breath. The Old Duke had never taught them to use words to move people's hearts. That is not what these knights should do.

He whispered to his guide: "You know what I'm here for, if we can hurry up, there might be an elf rescued..."

Hearing the words of the Knights of Potts, his guide suddenly fell silent, but his face became more terrible and more scary.

With a somber complexion, the guide clenched his teeth and squeezed a word out of his teeth: "Go!"

The Cavaliers saw that when the elf turned around and led the way, his hand had been holding the knife handle tightly, and the back of his hand was bursting with blue muscles. It seemed that he should have used a lot of energy.

Sighing silently, the Cavaliers followed the footsteps of the guide and walked towards the'world tree' rooted in the center of the king's court under the watch of other elves.

The elf's footsteps were eager, and the Boze Knight followed him. He could feel the mania and pain in the elf's heart in front of him. Because he is also a warrior who guards his own territory and race, he can understand.

Obviously it's a matter of one's own race. Obviously it is one's own people, but it can't be protected, and outsiders are needed to help. Isn't it advocating their incompetence?

Shame, mania, pain...and a little hope!

The palace of the elves is built under the tree of the world, and the world tree behind them is their belief, one of the residences of the gods of the elves.

The architectural style of the Elven Palace is similar to the architectural styles seen by the Boze Knight before. It looks like a pile of buildings, but it looks very harmonious.

"I can only take you here..."

Standing in front of the palace, the elf's voice was low, "With your letter, someone will take you in. Your majesty and the elders are already waiting for you inside."

Along the way~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The wizard wizard has calmed his emotions on the surface. He has no expression and his eyes are indifferent...

Looking into his eyes, the Knights of Potts also felt what is called'heart as gray as death'.

However, among the ashes, the flame never went out, and as long as there is a chance, it will definitely reignite!

Seeing his expression, the Boze Knight no longer felt a bit hesitant, touched the envelope in his arms, and turned to the palace.

Waving his hand behind him, the Cavaliers said: "If you have time, I invite you to drink."

The Cavaliers knight looked grim and followed the attendant into the palace. Next, he would pass the will of the maid chief and the lady of wealth to the elven king and the elders.

He will do his utmost to achieve cooperation between the elven race and the sorrowful wind collar, as well as the wealth church!

The elf closed his eyes and listened to the sound of footsteps. He gradually released his hand holding the handle of the knife, turned and left the front of the palace, and answered in a voice that no one else could hear--

"it is good!"