"Fandabe, I'm sorry, we're late." Ain Sheedy, the leader, jumped off the wall, and looked up and down with concern, "Fortunately nothing happened to you."

"After leaving Bretanner for so many years, are you still willing to accept me? I..." Aifulin's voice choked, his eyes were red, and tears flashed.

"Which young man has never rebelled? If it takes a few years to recognize a complete mistake, it will not be too late." The elf comforted, "Everyone still believes in you, and the top of the mountain is willing to accept the lost children," the elf walked closer to Aifulin, "Blue Mountain and Baihua Valley will always be your home, and we will always be brothers and sisters."

...

"Roy, Cantilla, I'll introduce you," Aifulin's palms swept across the elves in front of him one by one, recalling a moment, the strangeness in his eyes quickly faded, "They are my brothers and sisters on the edge of the world, and their partners who grew up together..."

The edge of the world usually refers to the blue mountains that span the eastern part of the entire northern territory.

"This is Sell."

Aifulin pointed to the elf who had just talked to her.

A loose green satin shirt was covered with a short green vest, and her close-fitting wool legs were tucked into her horse boots.

The witch hunter thoughtfully, and he remembered where he had seen a similar style of dress.

"This is Vasili..." Aifulin pointed to a middle-aged female elf with long eyelashes and unusually pale skin.

There were many belts wrapped around her neck, golden birch strips strung on it, and a birch stick carved with complex patterns in her hand.

A faint magic flowed between her slender fingertips and her birch stick, and she was undoubtedly an elf warlock.

"This is Toluvier..." An elf girl holding a shabby Lutchen, with a petite figure and a somewhat rebellious expression. Her long black hair was draped on her shoulders, and she had two thin braids on her temples. She was dressed like a bard, but there was a colorful cloth towel around her waist, which was hanging down to her knees.

"This is Kensafa..." A male elf held Juviert and Turnips with both hands and swallowed greedily. His face was cold and smelly, like a debt collector full of resentment.

After hearing Ai Fulin's introduction, the demon hunter nodded to the four of them, but subconsciously observed the surrounding environment.

Thinking about tactics.

The elves on the Blue Mountains have always been not very friendly to humans because they have been competing with humans for ownership of the Baihua Valley. If there is any conflict in such a narrow alley, he is undoubtedly at a great disadvantage.

He also noticed that all the four strange elves were thin and had a slim face, as if they were malnourished, and their physical fitness was nowhere much higher than that of ordinary people. However, they were experienced and formed into a formation. They also had more or less battlefield skills such as one-handed sword specialization and bow specialization. They obviously often participated in battles.

The other party was also observing the witch hunter and Cantilla.

The first elf girl in the arms of Rutchen couldn't help but wonder, "Sister Fandabe... Cough, cough... I know this girl from Reserkaniya (Zerica), is Cantilla right? It seems that she has been guilty with you. Who is he?"

"Roy, one of my best friends." said Aifulin,

"You didn't inform you in advance and you had to bring a 'aphiman'." The elf girl stared at the witch hunter, and a hint of doubt suddenly flashed in her dark eyes, "No, he looks very familiar..."

"Where is familiar?" The cold elf man asked, chewing a big mouthful of carrot.

"Look at his ears and face contours!"

The elf girl tickled the strings of Rut in a mess, and tried to shout at the witch hunter, "Que glosse?Quel' en pavienn ell' ea?"

"Nell' ea." Roy immediately responded in skilled old words, "T'en pavienn Ian Hiddy."

"As sure, guys, do you see..." Toluville turned around and looked at the gluttonous elf man, "This ape man knows the native language! Cough, cough, he is Ain Shedi! No wonder I didn't smell the stench on most humans!"

"Ape Man? Does pure blood Ain Hidey view humans this way?" The witch hunter found this adjective a little funny. He could already clearly feel the elf girl's relaxed attitude because of the same elf bloodline.

"Roy is right? You look not old last year, but you are quite strong, much better than most of the sick men on the mountain. You just need a vibrant young man like you at home, go back to the Blue Mountains with us."

"Okay, Toluville, don't mess around!" Sel's eyes swept over the witcher's dark gold eyes and the pendant between his neck, "This lord cannot follow us. Didn't you see that? He is a witcher who abandoned his identity as a son of the hill and chose to change his path... Do you expect a witcher to stand on our side and go against humans?"

"The witch hunter, the human dog-legged who collects money to work?" Toluvier pouted immediately, thinking of a not-so-pleasant past, he completely lost interest in Roy.

"Don't say that..." Aifulin hurriedly explained, "I owe Roy a life. He rescued me from the dungeon, otherwise I can't wait for you."

"A witch hunter saved an Ain Heidi..." The four elves exchanged surprise eyes.

Selton paused and bowed to the witch hunter, "Friend Roy, I apologize for the offensive words just now. You saved Fandabe, and that is the friend of the Son of the Hill. Welcome to the edge of the world. Dore Brettanner is a guest, you only need to report my name to your compatriots. But this time is tight..."

Sel turned to Efforin and said, "Mr. Feravandre is still waiting for you on the top of the mountain. If there is nothing else, it's time to leave."

The elf lady nodded and turned to face the witch hunter and Zerekan's companions, with complex eyes as if a grand farewell ceremony was brewing.

"Don't be impatient, a few." The demon hunter suddenly interrupted, "I'm very curious, how do you contact Aifulin in the Baihua Valley thousands of miles away?"

For the past month, the Sea Scorpion has been under strict supervision by the soldiers led by the Baron. Logically speaking, there is no chance to contact the elves of Baihua Valley.

"I'll explain for Fandabe," Sel said, "She engraved her name on the stake in the square, in her native language, and our people happened to see the mark. He passed the message back to the Blue Mountains."

"Your people?"

"You don't think all the elves are huddling in the mountains, do you?" Sel said confidently, "There are brothers and sisters of Ain Sheedy all over the world... and there will be more and more!"

"So, are you going to bring Afflein back to Brettanner?" Roy's tone was filled with dissatisfaction, displeasure, and objection.

"Yes, is there any problem, the witch hunter?" Toluville seemed to be unable to stand the witch hunter's sluggish attitude and said impatiently, "I had said good things to you before. Are you going to stop a son of the hill from returning to his hometown?"

"Toruvier, be patient! Then Mr. Roy, what do you think of? Shouldn't Fandabe go back?"

"You're right!" The witch hunter glanced at the four elves and took a step forward. "Returning to Dore Brettanner is definitely not the right choice."

"Why do you say that? You have to give me an explanation, Roy." Aifulin asked, and she looked at the witch hunter, her pretty face collapsed tightly.

Roy took a deep breath, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and wrote his abdomen.

Now, he finally understood why Sel's outfit gave him an unusual sense of familiarity.

The green color of this Ain Hidey is clearly the color of the infamous organization of the Squirrel Party in the future. They were also exploited, oppressed and driven to the Blue Mountains by humans in Aden. Compared with the real Squirrel Party, there is only one decoration of squirrel fur.

But this also reminds the witch hunter that Door Brettanner is one of the base camps of the Squirrel Party.

If Aifulin followed her back, she would undoubtedly join the Squirrel Party in the future. When the Southern Empire sounded the horn of advance north, she would inevitably shed blood on the battlefield with her compatriots.

What ended up with most of the squirrels in the Northern War?

Because of the deal between Franciska and Emperor Nifgaard, the Squirrel Party, which originally aimed at resisting the cruel exploitation of non-humans, changed its style. Countless elves and dwarves formed assault groups to attack the army of the northern kingdom, and even waved butchers at human civilians without mercy.

But they were eventually betrayed by their queen to Enhill, who tied most of the Squirrel Party officers to the Northern Kingdom to conclude a truce.

The squirrel party is pitiful and hateful.

In the end, less than one-third of the Squirrel Party could survive until Francesca could recover the Hundred Flowers Valley and establish the Elf Living Area.

He didn't want to watch his old friend jump into the fire pit with his own eyes, but these future situations could not be disclosed.

"Look at their appearance, so thin that there is no oil or blood on their faces." The Witchhunter changed his statement, "If I guess correctly, your four friends lived a hard life in Dore Brettanner. At least they did not get enough food to fill their stomachs."

The four elves suddenly fell silent when they heard this.

Kensafa, who was originally swallowing vegetables greedily, opened his mouth wide and stopped chewing.

The witch hunter is right. The environment of the Blue Mountains is not friendly to the elves and lacks food. Most Iron Sheedy cannot eat enough at all, and they do not have the talent for human farming.

Roy continued,

"The Baihua Valley is firmly occupied by humans, and the elves can only hide in the blue mountains, but no millet will grow on the plateau. Your proud elves Faye Wilhelm Lavanderui is unwilling to trade food with humans. When Ai Fulin returns, he will inevitably endure hunger and face the torture of the extreme environment of the mountain. If he is sick..."

The demon hunter was full of eloquence and tried his best to describe a miserable prospect to Aifulin. "The lifespan of the elves is very long. You will survive a long loneliness for a long time. Seeing the fewer and fewer compatriots, weaker and more painful."

"In the end, only some young elves with old eyes and extremely desperate eyes, and those who were haggard and sick as Toluville."

"Cough, cough!" Toluvier, named by the witch hunter, coughed inappropriately, then held his breath again, his face turned red.

"Ms., for the sake of the same bloodline, I'll give you a piece of advice." Roy said sincerely, "Your breath is filled with the smell of tuberculosis. If you don't treat it as soon as possible, you won't live long and will infect more companions."

"More than that, except for tuberculosis, in the hungry blue mountains, anemia, and scurvy may all end up for you!"

Roy said with a striking remark, "So... I advise you to think carefully about it. You may not live in a human city as well as those wealthy businessmen and the power class, but you have to have enough food to see a doctor, and it is absolutely fine!"

"Enough of the witch hunter, stop!" The elf sorcerer holding a birch stick suddenly screamed, and the cane suddenly pointed at Roy. The latter's heart thumped, and the instinctive reaction was about to remind the group of shock, and then he beheaded with another sword.

But I suddenly realized that these people were friends who loved Folin.

He killed several squirrels in Mahakan, but today, he has a trace of elf blood in his body, and he is not a mortal enemy with the other party.

"Forget it, give Ai Fulin a face."

So he stopped the counterattack and let a transparent palm cover his mouth, temporarily absent.

"World Hunter, where did you know about these situations?" Sel signaled Vasili with his eyes, and the latter removed the spell in a depressed mood.

"Gerritte, and Dandrien, they went to the edge of the world... and I happened to hear them chatting about that unpleasant journey." Roy looked at Toluville in a daze, the other party seemed to be still entangled in "tuberculosis". "The shabby Rutchen in your hand was stolen from Dandrien, right?"

"It's not a rob! Cough... Cough..." Toluville retorted with difficulty, "I compensated him with a new Rutchen!"

"Dandrien? What a big mouthed bard. He should have hung him in the fields and dried him into a mummy!" Sel sighed, "Roy, your words are embarrassing... It is indeed difficult to live in the Blue Mountains... but it will not last long. When His Majesty recovers the rich land of the Hundred Flowers Valley, all suffering will end."

"And you think Fandabe has no idea about these basic situations. Will this set of rhetoric affect her decision? You're too simple."

"Roy," Efforin continued to speak, looking at the witch hunter with a complicated expression, "Thank you for your concern and advice. But I'm sorry, Sel said what I said in my heart. Baihua Valley is my hometown, and the Blue Mountains are where I grew up. I have lived there for decades, so I naturally know everything. I didn't leave because of my life too poor... I just dislike the extreme attitudes of the tribe people towards humanity."

A trace of determination flashed across Ai Folin's weak and beautiful face.

"But I have changed my mind now. During the time I was locked in the dungeon, I thought for a long time and understood a lot of things."

"Why did the sea scorpion fall to this point?" Aifulin's pretty face was tense, and swollen blood appeared on the edge of his eyes. "Even though he just wanted to make a living honestly, he was arrested by the baron... he tied to the square during the day, allowing the civilians in the territory to curse, insult and spit out evilly; he was locked in the dungeon at night, endured hunger, and tortured by the executioner Dylan!"

"We are innocent from beginning to end! And Baron Baron, even though he understood his mistakes in the end, he just sent someone to send a bag of Oren, and drove us away like mice, and didn't even want to leave a word of comfort or apologies."

Love Folly shook his head gently, his face full of sarcasm.

"Roy, I really don't want to continue living in such a 'deformed' place... As long as the human aristocrats exist for one day, on this land, Ain Hiddy, Zerekan, other non-human races, and even human civilians... will never get freedom and respect."

"What's more, Noa me kend,ias heat wouda difrrent. (If it is not my race, its heart will be different)"
To be continued...