The sun shines through the tall tree canopy, forming bright beams of light among the crisscrossing branches and leaves, and then casting mottled light spots on the forest paths covered with fallen leaves. There are unknown small animals emerging from the bushes. Suddenly it burst out from the bushes, bringing with it a string of tiny sounds.
A short, child-like male gray elf with short gray hair emerged from the nearby bushes. He was wearing a brown short shirt commonly worn by the residents of the Mossywood area, and carried a thick backpack on his shoulders. There was a bag sewn with cloth, and tools for collecting herbs hung on his waist. The sunlight shining down from the forest fell on his gray eyes, glowing with a faint brilliance.
With a slight rustling sound, several other gray elves also walked out from behind nearby bushes or paths. They gathered together and began to inspect today's harvest.
A gray elf companion came to the man with short hair and said casually, "Rupert, I am moving to the city tomorrow."
The short-haired gray elf opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Why?"
"Didn't you hear? The clan leader is calling on young and strong clansmen who yearn for a new life to gather in big cities. "Here," the partner explained, "we have a lot of orders for alchemical raw materials with the Cecil Empire. Scholars have established many large medicinal fields and distillation and aging plants around the city. The work in the city is comparable to mining in the forest." Fruit and honey are much more respectable."
"...I heard about it, but I don't plan to go. I have lived in the woods for most of my life, and I am not used to the noisy atmosphere in the city."< /p>
"I knew you would say that," another companion walked over from the side and patted the short-haired gray elf on the shoulder, "We will miss you - we will come and see you when we are free. You."
"You also want to..."
"We are all going to try our luck - the patriarch is always smart, and we decided to follow her call, just in case everyone can. How about living a better life?"
The companions left one after another, and finally only the short-haired gray elf was left standing at the intersection beside the dense forest. He stood blankly for a while, and then came Arriving at the side of the trail, the dexterous gray elf climbed up a boulder. From this high place, he looked into the distance with a slightly hesitant look -
Beyond the dense forest, at the open space at the edge of the forest. , a beautiful city stands quietly beside the "Undine River", which is the "Wind Song" of the royal city that the gray elves are proud of.
The hard-working gray elves have taken root in this moss forest for thousands of years. This ancient city has also taken root here with the gray elves for thousands of years, and the wise Bai Zhi family has been here for thousands of years. The changes carried out in the past two centuries have given the city a new luster - the gray elves who were accustomed to living in isolation in the mosswood forest suddenly realized their talents in the field of commerce, and prospered in herbal medicine and alchemical rough processing. The business suddenly made Fengge the most important commercial node in the northern part of the Ogure Tribal Nation.
More and more gray elves have changed the traditions passed down from generation to generation.They moved from the forest to the city and traveled throughout the western continent through trade routes. They changed many foreigners' views on the short and fragile race of gray elves, and also brought unimaginable wealth to Mossywood. Today, Fengge is more prosperous than at any time in history. The newly built city is inhabited by merchants and representatives from various races. Ms. Wenna Bai Zhi, the patriarch of the gray elves, sits at the center of that city, just like her That wise father-like figure leads this land to become richer and stronger every day.
However, not all gray elves have given up on their traditions. In the vast land of Mosswood, which is dotted with dozens of dense forests, there are still many gray elves who insist on staying in seclusion. , the habit of being with nature. When more and more roads and towns occupied important nodes in the dense forest, and opened trade routes to the human world in the jungle, these gray elves who adhered to the tradition gradually became like modern society. Like a hermit in the world, he has become an alternative to the general trend of civilization. Continuing to maintain his past life... also seems increasingly out of date.
"Maybe...it's time to get out of the forest..."
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A tall Red Valley messenger walked along Undine They came along the riverside road and entered the city before noon.
The familiar city scenery relaxed the messenger's mood. Wearing a blouse with the mark of the Bai Zhi family, he led the horse through the bustling street market in the south of Fengge. The vendors from all walks of life hawked their products in different dialects. Surrounded by the sound, the bustling streets are surrounded by a variety of shops and colorful flags fluttering in the wind.
Short gray elves can be seen everywhere, and there are tall orcs, red valley people, humans and even dwarves and goblins mixed among the pedestrians. In this street market, which is mainly used for small and medium-scale medicinal materials trading , businessmen from all over the world inquire about prices, plan for tomorrow, scheming under the rules, playing with every copper in their pockets generously and miserly.
As the messenger passed through the busiest section of the market, a group of soldiers was walking past the intersection at the end of the market. Their bright armor and powerful mechanical crossbows made these short warriors look majestic. stern.
A carriage entering the city in the morning was being stopped by several businessmen for questioning. Cecil's emblem was hung on the carriage. A human businessman with a serious accent stood in front of the carriage, his face glowing and talking to the people. Bragging about what he had seen on this long trade road, the handymen carrying goods were busy behind the carriage. Someone told a vulgar joke in an eastern dialect that was too fast to be heard, causing others to laugh.
A gray elf merchant is selling scattered cloth at the end of the market. It is "woven cloth" originating from Typhon. The Cecil people transported it all the way here using magic trains. Bian - Although large-scale transactions are controlled by upstream merchants, scattered goods can still circulate to small merchants.
A few short dwarves gathered in front of a stall selling cloth. They stretched out their hands and twisted the cloth that looked simple and cheap.One of the dwarves frowned, but his companion was impressed by the low price and began to bargain with the merchant.
The messenger crossed the lively and almost noisy streets and walked towards the leader's longhouse. He passed the square in front of the longhouse and saw something being built in the largest square in Windsong City. A group of Workers composed of humans and gray elves are busy there, and a huge crystal device has been erected. The metal base under the crystal device shines in the sun. Runes waiting to be assembled can be seen on the ground all over the square. substrate.
There are curious children making noisy noises outside the square, and there are also many citizens gathered to watch. Several tall orc mercenaries are working with the guards of the square itself to maintain order. The strong warrior, who was covered in hair and looked like a fusion of a tiger or some kind of feline and a human, was carrying a terrifying slashing axe, but he could only smile helplessly at the overly enthusiastic citizens.
The leader’s longhouse stood on the other side of the square, with the flag of the Ogure Tribal Nation hanging on the tall towers and balconies. The messenger passed through the square and looked at the sight not far away with curiosity. A look at the nearly completed crystal installation.
A low but soft voice came from the side: "The magic obelisk brought by the Cecil people - it is said that when this thing is erected, most of Windsong City will be destroyed." We can all use bright magic crystal street lamps, and we don’t have to worry about the old streets in the west of the city burning down again because of the overturned lampstands.”
The messenger followed the sound and saw a man. The female orc warrior is talking to herself. The other person has cat-like eyes, ears, hair and even a tail, but her face and figure have obvious female characteristics - this uncoordinated and rough appearance is very common among orcs. But it is the embodiment of beauty.
"Ms. Morelina, I brought letters from the east," the messenger smiled, "cross-border letters."
The female orc probably smiled, her sharp teeth flashing Under the light, she raised her finger and pointed in the direction of the chief's longhouse: "The ancestors bless you, Mr. Todd - the patriarch is inside. She must have been waiting for these letters for a long time."
The messenger said. Xie, the soldiers who crossed the edge of the square, walked through the ramp between the long house and the square, and came to the door of the long house. There were already servants waiting here and led him into the long house.
After walking through the long corridor and reaching the lord's reception room on the second floor, he came to the leader of the gray elves, Wenna Bai Zhi - the sunlight was shining through a row of neatly arranged diamond-shaped narrow tiles on the wall. The windows spill into the room, casting bright and dark patches on the various furnishings in the room. The wooden desks, cabinets, armchairs and shelves all look one size smaller than the furniture commonly used by humans. The one who looks like a child The short female gray elf sat on a high-backed chair that was still very large for her and smiled at the messenger: "Todd, I've been waiting for you for a long time - I thought you would take that trip yesterday. The train transporting alchemy potions is coming back."
"Sorry, I have to go through customs in Shilin City.There was a slight delay in the procedures. The Cecil people are adjusting the work process of their government affairs office, and the clerks over there are not yet skilled-" The messenger lowered his head, and then took out a large thick bag of things from his pocket. Passed it to the gray elf clan leader, "This is the letter you are waiting for. "
"I don't really blame you - letters are sent from the human world to Mossywood much faster than a few years ago," Wenna smiled and took it. The package was weighed in his hand for a moment, and his brows couldn't help but twitch, "Oh...that kid still writes so much..."
The messenger couldn't help but smile: "Miss Good at using words to express moods. "
"You happen to be coming over there, tell me - how is Meili's child doing well in Cecil? "Wenna blinked and was not in a hurry to open the thick pile of letters. "Is she adaptable to life in the human world? "
"As far as I can see, her life there is just as good as in Wind Song," the messenger nodded and said, "It's not so much that she has adapted to life in the human world, it's better to say that Cecil People do treat foreigners equally - Cecil City is more friendly than I thought. Many people of different races and countries visit that city, even those who theoretically have tense relations with Cecil. Rich people. All kinds of races gather there, just like the scenery in the market of Wind Song City. Everyone lives well there and will not be made things difficult because of their race or habits.
"Of course, the laws there treat everyone equally - even elves and even dragonborn who are regarded as guests and allies by the Cecil people will be imprisoned for violating the law. In a way, we can rest assured about the safety of the eldest lady - she has always been a well-educated child who respects laws and rules."
The messenger analyzed this calmly and methodically. The thing is, obviously, his identity here is not just as simple as "messenger".
"Dragonborn?" Wen Na raised her eyebrows, "We did receive news of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Cecil Empire and the Holy Dragon Principality... but we didn't expect the speed at which those closed dragonborn walked out of the mountains. It's so fast. I thought no real dragonborn visitors would appear in the Cecil city until at least next year."
"We once tried to break through the mountains of the Holy Dragon Principality. But it has never been successful due to the long distance and different customs. Now it seems that Cecil's merchants are indeed better than us at 'knocking on the door'," Todd said, "As far as I can observe , Dragonborn are not all closed and conservative, at least the dragonborn living in Cecil City look no different from ordinary people - and they get along very happily with the Cecil people. Let me think about it... They and the Cecil people. There is also a very interesting way of saying hello between Cecil friends who are close to each other..."
The "messenger" recalled it for a moment, stretched out his hand and gestured: "Oh, that's it, raise your eyebrows. He raised his hand, pretending to be holding a wine glass, and shouted: 'Friend! Frost resistance potion!Dundon! ', and finally made a gesture of drinking it all in one gulp..."
"This..." Wenna Bai Zhi stared at the scene drawn by the messenger Todd with her mouth open, and for a long time she shook her head in confusion. “The customs of Dragonborn are really incomprehensible… They are indeed a race that can survive in such a cold place. "
Then she raised her head: "But these details are not important. The important thing is that now we also have the opportunity to do business with those dragonborns - maybe I need to discuss this with Schwack. Please inform him about the matter and ask him to come over in the evening. ”
“Yes, leader. ”
Messenger Todd left the room, and Wenna Bai Zhi turned her attention to the thick package of letters. After staring at them for a long time, the gray elf leader Then he finally stretched out his hand and let out a long sigh: "Oh...after all, I gave birth to him...just wait until the signal to the magic network of the Cecil Empire is connected..."
The first letter was pulled out and opened, and the beautiful handwriting caught Wenna's eyes:
"Mother, I have been living in Cecil City for a while. This is indeed an incredible city..."
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"What an incredible adventure of a lifetime..."
Gowen put down the thick ancient book in his hand and couldn't help but use his hands He rubbed his eyes and whispered to himself.
In the past few days, he basically spent time studying this ancient book, and now he has finally read the information about Modir. ·The record of Wilder’s adventurous career.
He gained a lot of knowledge that was lost in history, and the map hanging in the study also had many large and small markers worthy of attention. .
A few days later, what he wanted to say the most was that sigh.
Modile Wilder... is indeed the greatest in the world. adventurer, and probably not one of them.
The message to the North has already been sent, and Victoria Wild already knows the news that the family’s lost treasure has been recovered. In addition to expressing surprise and gratitude, she He also said that he would take this book with him when he came to the imperial capital to report on his duties in the winter, and before that, this book would be kept on Gawain's desk for a while.
This book will definitely be required. Returned to the Wilder family - Gawain does not intend to take it as his own. After all, the most important content in the book is the knowledge it contains, and this knowledge can be made into copies, and the precious original is entrusted to it. The owner's longing for his old friend should be returned to the original owner.
But before Victoria came to the imperial capital and before returning the book, Gawain felt that he needed to find someone about the content mentioned in the book. Confirm the details.
After relaxing for a while behind the desk, Gawain raised his hand and glanced at the mithril ring on his finger.
I haven’t talked to Miss MyLittlePony for a while. I don’t know what she thinks about Mordor Wilder.I am not interested in the adventure records...