I flew to the other end of the lake, where there was a night elf village. At a glance, there are at least sixty or seventy of those beautiful two-story buildings.
Perhaps as Ilsalaine said, it is night now, so the doors of those small buildings are closed tightly. Only the orange lights will shine through the windows, like eyes, staring vigilantly into the dim night.
The small buildings are arranged very neatly, and they are entangled together like a spiral.
I have to say that the night elf architecture has very strong racial characteristics. They like to carve stone carvings of various moon phases on the eaves. Dew flows down along the blade-like moon hooks, drop by drop like Elune's tears.
I stopped under a crescent moon.
Hmm...where do I go now?
I remember I was supposed to be wiping the leaves of Teldrassil.
Thinking of that, I couldn't help but look at the branch that reached into the sky in the center of the house. Do I have to fly up along it? !
"Little guy! Hey! Messiah!" At that moment, old man Feng Ge's hoarse voice came from behind.
Turning around, I saw him panting past the purple mushroom-like pavilion.
Subconsciously, I looked behind him. The empty street made me sigh in relief, "Grandpa Feng Ge, what should I do...should I go back to the Moon Well and wet myself again?"
"...You'd better come with me."
*
It seems that the night elves' houses are pretty well soundproofed.
While walking on the wet brick road, I saw many dark figures walking around in the windows, but what reached my ears was only a few low sounds like whispers.
"Little guy," just as we were passing by a herbal garden, old man Feng Ge suddenly spoke, "You just avoided Ilsalaine's steps. Who taught you...?"
I looked at him in surprise, but still told him honestly, "I swore an oath and couldn't say it."
"So, it's the dance of death, right?"
"You also know the dance of death?"
"Oh!" The old man opened his eyelids, his smile showing undisguised joy, "I have learned the art of stealth, and the dance of death is my work!"
"You invented the death dance?!"
"That's right," the smile on the old man's lips became even bigger, "I danced with a violent owl beast. Little guy, tell me who it is... Let's ask another question. I will teach you this dance step. My... a son!"
I opened my mouth wide, "You actually have a mountain dwarf son?!"
That sentence made old man Feng Ge's beard tremble, "High...Alpine dwarf?!"
"...Yes, a handsome mountain dwarf gentleman who is not as tall as me."
Visible to the naked eye, the light in the old man's eyes dimmed. "No," his voice also deepened, "I don't have a mountain dwarf son."
silence.
The old man didn't speak again until we flew over the alchemy workshop that was still smoking.
I suddenly realized that he had lost his child, so even if he had self-awareness, he could not stay with his relatives. This realization suddenly made me feel a little pitiful for the old man next to me.
*
Under the branches of Teldrassil, there was a huge hall filled with hay and crowded with dusty night elves.
Fortunately, there was a circle of earth-yellow silence around the hall, otherwise, the cries of the night elf children inside would have rocked the sky.
"...Why are they sleeping here?!" I asked loudly, pointing at the woman who was coaxing the baby in her arms.
Old Man Feng Ge glanced at them and sighed, "They are refugees from Xingfeng Village. Let's take the ladder next to them and go to the top."
