The canyon is covered with fine sand and silt, the gaps are overgrown with thorns, the rocks are exposed, and there is no trace of green. On the opposite side, the shimmering forest among the clouds and mist seems to be endless, separating the primitive and ancient mysterious world. A pair of eyes flickered in the darkness, watching everyone who approached. Uriel raised his head keenly and looked into one of the eyes. Perhaps his gaze was too sudden, and the latter ducked in fright. A few seconds later, an owl flew out of the branches like an arrow and ran deeper into the dense forest. Are you having insomnia too? He looked away.
The mysterious fulcrums have their own vassals. Generally speaking, these mortal kingdoms are not too far from the Fulcrum headquarters, such as Brestatik and Sodria, Moniantoros and Wizard's Bluff. Croita got Eastman as a result of the division after the War of the Saints. A hundred years ago, the War of the Saints was recorded in history textbooks as the last civil war in the mysterious realm. Now the White Night War is the last. Despite this, the disintegration of the Great Alliance of St. Mirend is still a significant historical turning point in the mysterious field. It determines the current mysterious pattern of Knox and the balance form of the order side.
Although the prophet Deimosis was one of the four saints, the Tower did lose the war. The Gray Messenger died in Eastman, and the Director of the Affairs Department also changed. The mysterious changes in the Sky Realm cannot be called necessary sacrifices at any time. As a symbolic spoil of war, Eastman became the most insignificant marginal area among the countries under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs after the war. The consequences of these rare circumstances are far-reaching, and not for the best. Uriel thought that this would be extinct as a bad example, but Sauron, the Ring, pointed out another example to him.
The Shimmering Forest is Heather's footprints written in white frost. Forest tribes composed of natural elves, druids, little humans and giant dragons live in it. Their faith and power originate from the Monument of Saint Valoran. Legend has it that it is the monument of Heather. The treasure left by Se is the oldest mysterious object, recording the changes in order.
"Saint Valoran." Uriel couldn't help but say, "Gaia is above, this is the hometown of Ms. Mabel. The Glimmer Forest belongs to St. Valoran." The forest is spread all over the continent of Pinia and Io. In terms of scope, seven Among the Fulcrums, only the Oath Keepers Alliance may be compared.
That's it
The vast dark green waves in the dream are vividly visible. Those deep and shallow trees, the aerial roots of velvet hanging branches, the snow-white foam surging under the waterfall and the gurgling silver stream, and the holy purple-leafed plums clustered on the island in the middle of the lake. Somehow, with these things so close in front of him, he suddenly became timid. "We have to go through the forest?"
"This is necessary." Dalton replied, "There is no shorter way. And to be on the safe side, we'd better dismount and walk, so as not to offend the forest race."
"Dismount and walk?" the poet repeated.
"Stop talking nonsense." Doctor Cleia urged. She was already standing on the grass, leading her mount forward. Uriel believed that doctors could give her ways to relieve fatigue, but her willpower to resist the boring schedule was comparable to that of a real warrior. "You can't fly, right?" She glanced at Saudi Arabia mockingly, and the bard immediately stopped hesitating, holding the piano and adjusting his hat.
"Of course music has wings," he declared loudly.
So they started crossing the canyon.
There were wooden stakes nailed into the thinnest part of the rift valley. Uriel raised his head and looked at the other side. With the help of magic, he also found man-made traces in front of the forest. Apparently there was a bridge here originally, but it didn't last until they arrived. The apprentice must find another way.
Uriel and Dalton searched separately, walking on the edge of the cliff. Thankfully, the apprentice finally found a steep slope. It seemed that they had to go around to the bottom of the canyon and then climb up through a narrow path that was barren of vegetation. Fortunately, a crack on the other side was washed away by rain and mudslides, turning the second half of the mountain path into a wide slope that saves effort.
Sauron told them that the Holly Agreement was signed here, and Uriel repeated it for his help. Although he didn't know why he said this. It is here that the forest race joins the front of order and becomes a part of the Great Alliance of St. Mirend. Of course, they were also the first to break the covenant later.
Before the establishment of the Grand Alliance, there was probably no such thing as seven fulcrums. What was the mysterious realm like in the ancient times? Uriel didn't know. "Forest races love life and freedom, and most of them are easy to get along with." Out of gratitude for the help of the nature elf Ms. Mabel, the apprentice quickly added a few words.
"You mean Roma?" Dalton asked.
"I mean most."
"Okay, you're right."
"That's not true at all." York muttered, "I heard that there will be green elves ambushing near the Yellow Hat Avenue, and they will shoot at targets wearing bright colors. How can this be considered easy to get along with?" He paused. "There's something flashing over there. Saudi, it's at your feet! Is it a trap?"
The bard jumped up and hid far away by a clump of heather. Although his reaction speed was enough for the green elf to shoot several arrows. And if it were Uriel, he would never choose a foothold that did not have any blocking effect and could easily obscure his line of sight. There are actually more shining points there, but you can't see them from a Saudi perspective.
"Or the grass-seed goblin." Uriel said before the poet lowered his head, lest the latter fall in fright. "A relatively common elemental life form. York, they have the same form of existence as you."
"It's okay to be like me," York said. "Just don't be like a goblin. An eye-catching little thing. The crows will like it here. They'd better tire them out." He muttered.
"Traps and bows and arrows are both methods that green elves are good at." Dalton said, "Between the two, the latter is more deadly. Profession has its limitations, especially the methods of mortals. There are only arrows flying from the woods. It's impossible to defend against them. If we can't find the location of the attacker, we won't be able to organize a counterattack." He gestured to his companions with his slender cursed sword. "To resist the arrows of mortals, we need shields and armor, and to resist the arrows of mysterious creatures, we need warriors. To defeat the enemy, we also need archers."
York immediately picked up the last interrupted topic. "It's useless. There is no more powerful archer in the green elves, everyone says so." Epshat nodded in shock, agreeing.
So your idol was forgotten in the blink of an eye, right? Uriel felt unworthy of Aldinite. During the few days he was entertained by the Paperclip Mercenary Group, although Windtalker had a tense relationship with Dalton, he had a pleasant conversation with York. The mist elf probably didn't expect that he would have an admirer, and he didn't expect that this guy's enthusiasm would come and go as quickly as a little girl changing into a new dress.
"It's a pity that we don't have archers among us, so we can't deal with rapid attacks from long distances." The female doctor glanced at him. "Then it's all up to you, Sita. Please use up all their arrows so that we can pass safely."
York didn't understand: "I don't have that ability, ma'am. You've got the wrong person."
"No, you stand out the most among us."
The color of the orange-faced man suddenly became lighter, and he looked around suspiciously: "Where is the archer?" A small shadow suddenly hit his head, making a crashing sound. York's whole body jumped. "Green Goblin!" he screamed.
"No, it's the Rune Elf." Uriel grabbed the Night Whispering Ring that flew up without permission. It was swaying with laughter while pinching snowballs in the air. The broken ice cubes that had previously bounced onto York's head could no longer satisfy its evil taste.
"Let go." York said vengefully, "It will also be picked up by the crow." It seems that he did not understand that the only one who would be unlucky would be Uriel. The apprentice couldn't imagine the consequences of losing Sauron.
"Green elves are very aggressive." Dalton warned them, "They don't welcome guests. Eastman's Shimmering Forest is where the elves are. Unlucky passers-by encounter them, and a few throw away their luggage and run away. Most of them even lost their lives. Shimmer Forest is the home and battlefield of the green elves, and danger is everywhere."
"There are no green elves in Brestatik," the poet said. "Their ancestors have long since cut down all the Glimmer Forest in the territory. The war between Brest and Saint Valoran can be traced back to the time of the ancestors. At that time Humans still have the upper hand. You are a bit contrary, Uriel, the Holly Agreement was signed before the establishment of the St. Mirend Alliance. The ancestors of the human race defeated the forest race and forced them to hide deep in the dense forest and enjoy the emperor. Peace given to them." Even though the Paperclip Mercenaries were generally hostile to Brestatik, he seemed a little proud at this moment. "It is precisely because of the existence of the Holly Agreement that the victor Veronca was able to convince Saint Valoran to join the alliance."
Uriel never thought that Sauron's records would also have problems. Well, the relationship between the Lord Prophet and the victor was very good back then. He had to admit that Croita was also favored by him... This led us to highlight the legendary nature of that great man's life deeds when recording history. What are you looking at, apprentice? I have the original history of War of the Dawn here! You won't be interested. The past in books is as boring as weeds on the roadside, especially when you are unemotional and just record it.
Uriel remembered that the Ring once believed that the forest race was mainly responsible for the suspension of railway repairs. He wondered if this was true or if it was deliberately smearing. "How did the victor convince Saint Valorant?"
The Holly Agreement was signed between the forest race and Veronka, do you understand? He is not all human beings. they must obey his will
will? Could it be that Saint Valorin became a subordinate of Veronca, the "Victor"? Uriel was dubious. However, after the War of Dawn, the forest race took the lead in sealing the Shimmer Forest, cutting off all communication with the mysterious realm. Marshal Knox at that time had long since passed away, and Saint Valoran's courage to tear up the treaty may not be without this reason. From this point of view, everything seems to make sense. After all, Sauron's record is still more accurate. Even if the process is not detailed, this is probably the closest to the truth.
"Perhaps the nature elf you know is an exception." The night elf said to Uriel, "Are there any followers of Heather among us?"
"Do you know how to deal with them?" asked the poet.
"It's not a skill."
"I am a forest believer." The poet actually took out an oak branch from his pocket. He cleared his throat and continued: "I also know how to deal with people. Oh, don't worry, I am not the druid of Saint Valoran. I am on your side. Remember that sentence, people of Breth proverb? Everyone has his or her shining moment.”
York rolled his eyes, while doctors Klea and Dalton said nothing. If no one had stopped him, the poet might have entered the dense forest first and then been shot by an arrow and turned into a hedgehog.
"Heather believers can't do it either." Uriel had to point out, "At that time I found Roma in the Shimmer Forest, and she was being chased by a group of green elves." Although it was more of her own reasons. "We'd better keep quiet and sneak through the woods without anyone seeing us."
Dalton and York agreed that Cleia, the physician, had never objected to the professional's decision. So the poet had to put away his forest token in frustration.
The others began to discuss the invisibility effect of shadow magic. "My sneak attack can last up to two hours." Drow told them, "But that's under the best circumstances: I have to use all my magic power to sneak."
"No fighting or terrain interference." Even Uriel couldn't guarantee this. He shook his head, "Is there any other way?"
"It's too easy to pass by. The principle of sensory impairment is the transfer of existence, which requires a fixed target to attract attention. As for the curse." He pulled out the cursed sword, "I can't guarantee that after the curse is lifted, the forest we pass will still be intact. ." He glanced at the poet. "If there are no forest followers among us, then this is a solution."
"The pine tree didn't offend you, man! Plants are also life, and destroying vegetation is a terrible massacre. I will never allow such atrocities to occur."
The drow shrugged. "You have to understand that there is a difference between killing pine trees and killing green elves." He glanced at Uriel again. "Even for Heather, the value of life is different. Would you let a hare go when it's about to starve to death, just because it's the same creature as you?"
"By the time I'm starving, there won't be any rabbits around," York muttered. The poet said nothing more.
Uriel suddenly grabbed the horse's reins. "Then use shadows." He concluded. There was no time to stop and think about it, they had already crossed the canyon, and the shimmering forest was in front of them.
Saudi's uneasiness was evident on his face. "Everyone, until now, I still think it is more efficient to take a detour."
"go in."
"This is not the work of a wise man. The fate of adventurers who break into the forest is obvious to all! Although we are relatively special, green elves are a barbaric race."
"Go in," Uriel repeated.
"Okay, okay! Who cares about my opinion? A useless bard whose opinions are not worth adopting. Is that so? But I have to remind you, the elven priests of Saint Valoran..."
"...There is no need for you to worry, Mr. Saudi." The apprentice turned his head, "Dalton and York are not afraid of them."
"But someone has to maintain the magic, right? If we get attacked halfway, it's all over!"
"They don't stand a chance," Uriel told him, "because I keep the Shadows alive."
