The next week was calm.

The carriages passed through the changing wilderness, clear streams, low hills and cypress trees, and the squirrel party did not show up.

The apprentices of the witch hunter mingled with the dwarves and appeared by the bonfire on time every night, listening to the dwarves led by Yarpan boasting about the wonderful adventures of the past.

What kind of hunting is petrified lizard that is only a little smaller than a dragon, and it takes at least two ogres to deal with every meal... In the Ad Kale Drinking Competition, he won the championship without sleep for two days and two nights, defeated Skelliger's sailors and won the championship...

Then I got the reward of a lifetime free refill.

Occasionally Commissioner Wink would make a few speeches, his views on the Squirrel Party, the situation in Codwin, etc., but listened as quietly as the witch hunter most of the time.

Almost every dwarf showed an eloquence comparable to a speech master. He stroked his beard while drinking strong wine, and his loud voice kept roaring, as if he was making a speech that was encouraging before heading to the battlefield.

Even Bernie, who was stuttering, told several thrilling adventure stories.

Compared with the witch hunter who likes to be straightforward and more pragmatic, dwarf speakers who love to use exaggeration and metaphorical rhetoric techniques are obviously more popular among children.

One night the apprentices simply slept on the blankets beside the dwarfs' bonfire.

Sleep with them while listening to them snoring and farting.

The atmosphere between the two sides became more harmonious.

However, Roy looked at the wooden boxes filled with cargo and deep wheel marks from time to time, and fell into deep thought.

...

A gloomy day a week later, the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

The convoy passed by a wild forest, and the dwarves and the witch hunters both grabbed the reins and slowed down.

The trees are unblocked, and there is a ruin.

Smooth granite can be seen everywhere in the ruins, cracked thick and dull marble blocks. The long-term wind and rain have worn away their surface patterns. The severe cold in countless winters has cracked and crushed the stone surface, and the tree roots divide the stone into several pieces.

Deeper in the waste, covered by dense shade, broke pillars and white arcades were surrounded by green ivy and green moss.

"Where is that?" Vicky asked the sorcerer beside her curiously.

"Shailawade..."

"A castle?" Carl rubbed his smooth chin and looked at Yarpan beside him.

"No, little bastards, the elves never built castles. This is a palace!" The dwarf looked at the ruins, his face was solemn, with both vigilance and a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Can we go and see there?" Carl turned around and asked the witch hunters, dozens of eyes full of expectations.

During this deserted escort journey, they had long been tired of the same plants and empty dirt roads.

This palace is one of the rare places of interest.

They should also have a long experience.

Roy looked at Commissioner Wink inquiringly.

"That place has special significance to the elves and squirrels..." Wink retorted tactfully, "so it's very dangerous. Everyone, it's better to leave immediately!"

"But just a glance will not take much time." Yarpan said with a helping voice.

Wenk took a deep breath, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his cold cheeks. "Set out in half an hour, get off the horse and walk over. It is inconvenient for the horses to pass through the rocks."

"yeah!"

The children cheered and rushed over.

Roy, Coral, Geralt, Yarpan, Visemir, Cat Eagle... Six guards followed behind, while the rest remained in the convoy.

"Slow down, kids, don't mess things up!"

They walked along the direction of the ruins for about five minutes, climbing the marble stairs, and then the stone road covered with moss.

Walk into the broken wall that still retains the unique style of ancient elves.

A group of children roam around, while the witch hunters surround like bodyguards.

"This palace is so beautiful!" Renee stroked the complex and exquisite green leaves and vine patterns on the pillars, and asked loudly, "Why do anyone destroy it?"

"To be precise, it was the elves who destroyed the palace themselves. Before they left." Visemir stroked the veins on the marble floor and explained patiently, "More than two hundred years ago, after the second conflict between the elves and humans completely failed, they began to destroy their once brilliant and splendid buildings and palaces everywhere before retreating to the mountains, so as not to be stolen by humans."

"For example, the valley of Nine, the ruins of Etyeah... have all been destroyed."

"But there are more buildings they didn't have time to destroy," a complex look appeared on Yarpan's face. "Humans have built cities on these ruins, such as Vigima, the capital of Temeria, Ossenfort, the academic center in the north, Ed Ginaville on the edge of the world, Maripo, Sintra, and even the most famous city of freedom in the north. Those most talked about buildings are the works of the elves of the past!"

"You humans..." Yarpan envied with a hint of irony, "It probably put all his talents above the breeding generation, and he could live more than rabbits. So now, you have won the world and cruelly killed most of the ancient races - driving the elves into the wild blue mountains, driving most dwarves and dwarves quickly to Mahakan and Tir Tosha mines, and driving the halflings into the deserted wilderness. Every city has discriminatory ancient race gathering areas."

"Ahem..." Roy glared at Alpan, "Your Excellency, pay attention to the occasion of speaking. Are you talking to a group of demon hunters, sorcerers, and children about fertility?"

"Sorry..." Alpan shrugged and unceremoniously revealed his shortcomings, "I forgot that you are worse than us dwarves!"

The witch hunter couldn't help but look at him with fierce eyes, and the sorcerer glanced at Roy beside him with a faint look. He was full of thoughts.

She knew that Roy had an unexpected daughter. She couldn't wait to rush to Skellieger to visit the little one after she passed the third trial of the grass.

And I am destined to have no descendants in this life!

...

"The elves who are now locked up in the mountains are instigated by Niphgad, at least most people have speculated so much, reappeared and revenge!"

Yarpan waved his hand domineeringly and signaled everyone to follow him, step on the rough stone slabs, and walk into the center of the palace. A deformed fountain - the strange-shaped stone slabs and stones were divided by dense alder and birch, like a flower composed of trees and stones.

Many shallow ditches flow behind this flower, some form streams on the ground, and some fall like waterfalls above the steps, washing away the leaves, gravel and other debris left on the buildings.

After this ditch, half of the arches were buried under the soil, still brightly colored, as if they had only stood for three days, not two centuries.

They lined up and dribbled in...

Come to this most amazing place to be a palace.

A flowerbed with relief edges.

Between the colorful clay grains, a thick rose grows, full of white and beautiful flowers, and the pearl-like dew shines on the delicate petals.

The rose branches are decorated with a slanted marble relief with a delicate and noble face, a typical elf beauty.

The gold, gems and other accessories on the stone slab have long been secretly pried away by the thieves.

But her facial features are still vivid.

"Arien, the dwarfs and humans are well-known to Alilena." Yarpan pointed to the beauty on the relief and explained to the curious children around him, "Two centuries ago, the leader of that elf uprising."

This weathered relief seems to have profound magic, which makes people unable to help but admire it.

"After the elves were defeated by humans, King Filavandrie Ain Fidal led his people to retreat into the Blue Mountains. But Ailiren ignored the dissuasion and led the young people among the elves to pick up their weapons, shouting the slogan "Diet for Shailavide", and challenged and attacked the humans who were hundreds of times more than themselves, hoping to regain their occupied homes." A hint of excitement flashed in Yarpan's eyes, and at this moment he also transformed into a member of the ancient race.

Although he was on the side of human beings, it did not prevent him from respecting the martyrs of the ancient race.

"The outcome was without exception, all the elves participating in the battle died."

"This is enough to prove that the Squirrel Party's actions have not ended well now."

Everyone stared silently at the beautiful face on the relief. Why does a woman have the courage and determination to die?

There was also a slight change in the senses of the elf squirrel party.

Kill innocent thugs indiscriminately? Or heroic fighters to restore their homeland?

"Ai Liren, sacrificed for the freedom of the ancient race, and she and this broken palace called Shailavede became a symbol of the ancient race's resistance spirit."

"Did you see these flowers? Do you know why they bloom beautifully in a ruin all year round?" Yarpan said as she asked and answered, "because many elves, dwarfs, dwarfs, and halflings passing by would come to worship, pay homage, and take good care of them."

"So, the Squirrels will come here too?" Carl asked,

"So, boys...Winke said before? This place is very dangerous." Yarpan looked around with a warning look on his face, "The half hour that had been agreed has arrived, and the story that should be heard has been heard, so leave quickly!"

The dwarf turned the axe at hand and walked back with great strides.

"Visemir, Roy, Geralt, Coral." Monty followed behind stiffly, looking back in a daze, "Is the Squirrel Party really a random killing innocent villains?"

Not only him, but many children showed a hint of confusion on their faces.

Love Leyen...Shailavede, a heroic epic that is gripping.

The squirrel party's murder and setting fires in Nuocheng and the atrocities of killing in the northern border also seem to have a tenable reason - to avenge the human beings who have taken their homes!

The witch hunter and the sorcerer were silent for a moment.

"So the principle of neutrality is very important, because maintaining neutrality does not require a team between humans and ancient races." Wisemir looked at the slightly dazed children, shook his head, and exchanged a look with Geralt, "The hatred between them has been around for a long time and is quite complicated. It is impossible to say who is right or wrong."

"But now..." Maojiu's gray-green pupils showed a cold light. She patted the disciple's head, looked at the carriage convoy in the woods, and said resolutely and decisively, "No matter what the squirrel party or humans, no matter what the reason, as long as you dare to attack us or our family, you must die!"

"Don't think so much," Coralhu touched the heads of a group of little girls and said the most wise saying, "Just remember one thing, no matter what kind of truth, it's important to have no life in your own life! Don't show mercy when it's time to take action."

As they spoke, everyone followed the dwarf and left Sailavede.

"Everyone," Roy looked up at the gloomy and dim sky, and the convoy in the vast wilderness, and suddenly spoke with a serious expression, "I have a bad premonition, and my back is chilly."

"Be careful tonight."

...

In a bunch of boxwood far away from Sailavede.

A sparrow hawk with shiny feathers flapped its wings and descended onto the shoulders of a petite elf girl, and chirped a few times.
To be continued...