The elves are a very loose race, they are born with an artistic mind that is difficult for human beings to achieve, and most of the elves army group battles are like their character, without any rules and military formations, and some are just interspersed with attack and defense in tacit understanding with each other.

They like to do things casually, so most elves tend to be 'chaotic'.

It wasn't clear to Knight of Potts why his father would say, 'It's because the elves are the kind of character that they can all have an artistic sense,' but now he understood.

The Elven Court was really beautiful, just like what he had just seen on the shore of the lake, the architecture and nature were perfectly combined, and there was a little delicacy in the harmony, green and purple vines winding up, creepers hanging from the roof and hanging on the wall, and the moss-covered walls were faintly exposed in the gaps.

This is also the first time that the knight of Poz does not feel that the mossy wall is dirty, on the contrary, it is beautiful!

This is just a building on the ground, and when the Knight of Potts looks up, he can see a few main branches of a towering tree, and a brown treehouse hidden among the lush green leaves, if you don't look closely, it's really hard to see the staircase that surrounds the trunk of the tree, and on the trunk, there is a platform connected to the trunk, everything is like a beautiful fantasy in the story.

A few steps further on, you can see a house made entirely of pure white marble, a white house seems to be a little abrupt in the greenery, but if you look closely, you can directly see the exquisite carvings on the walls, doors and windows, and on the roof.

After carving and painting with green paint, the house naturally blends into its surroundings.

The elves are natural and unrestrained, each of them has their own preferences, and the knight of Potts looked at the elves standing around and saw the clothes on them, and it was really difficult to explain to outsiders what the 'elven style' was.

Some were dressed in plain clothes, while others were dressed in colorful colors, like the most venomous spiders and snakes in the jungle.

The elves are also free and free, but rarely overly curious, as they now stand on the branches of trees, or on the sides of the road, with a peaceful gaze...... No, the Potts knight also sensed 'malice'!

Knight Potz took a deep breath and quietly pressed his left hand on the hilt of the long sword that was on his left waist.

He didn't have time to change his weapons, because compared to the elven swords that were delicate and powerful, and some were even magic weapons, he believed more in the dwarven craftsmanship that the knights of the Sad Wind Collar had used for hundreds of years.

Although it is very dilapidated, it is still enough for defense.

He remembered what he was here for, so he wouldn't deal with the elves who were hostile to him like he did with the beasts, and his guide seemed to be in a pretty high position, and things should be resolved soon.

A moment, just a moment!

The birds flew in fright, the beasts ran, and the panicked cries of birds and beasts were heard from the surrounding trees and grass, and they fled the place in a panic.

The guide held down the short knife hanging from his waist, turned around, raised his head, and shouted around with a hideous face: "Stop!

He didn't know how many lives the human behind him had killed, and it seemed that he wasn't ready to take the initiative now, but only slightly guarded.

But just this 'raising of precautions' already made him feel a creepy aura coming from behind him.

The elves around him were not as sensitive as beasts, nor were they warriors, so it was hard for them to feel it, but he felt it!

With a breath like a 'life nemesis', he even subconsciously wanted to pull out his weapon, if he hadn't reacted in the next second, they might have fought with this human now.

The surrounding elves were taken aback, and they were all a little confused and didn't know what was going on.

Knight Potts let go of his hand, but did not lower his hand from the hilt of his sword, not even his body relaxed, but tilted his head and looked at his guide with puzzled eyes.

His guide gasped, the feeling that he might die in the next second was gone, and he looked around again, and the other elves had already noticed the movement and leaned over.

Clutching the handle of the short knife, the guide gritted his teeth and shouted: "Everyone, this human is not a bad person, on the contrary, I believe you must have read the 'epic', he is a knight under the sword master of the 'Screaming Wind', that sword master once helped us, and his knights will not be bad people!"

Hearing this, the elves turned their attention to the Potts Knight, but many of them remained hostile......

"Let's go! we're running out for time......"

The knight of Potts took a deep breath, the old duke had never taught them to use words to move people's hearts, that was not what they knights should do.

He whispered to his guide, "You know what I'm here for, if we can hurry, there could be an elf rescued......"

Hearing the words of the Knight of Potts, his guide fell silent suddenly, but his face became more hideous and frightening.

With a gloomy face, the guide gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Go!"

The knight of Potts saw that when the elf turned to lead the way, his hand had been tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and the green tendons on the back of his hand had flareed up, and it seemed that he must have used a lot of strength.

Sighing silently, the Potts Knight followed in the footsteps of the guide, and under the gaze of the other elves, he walked towards the 'World Tree' rooted in the center of the royal court.

The elf's footsteps were urgent, and the knight of Potts followed closely, and he could feel the madness and pain in the heart of the elf in front of him, because he could understand it because he was also a warrior who guarded their respective territories and races.

It's obviously a matter of their own race, and it's obviously their own people, but they can't protect it, and they still need outsiders to help, doesn't this show their incompetence?

Shame, mania, pain...... And a little hope!

The royal palace of the elves was built under the World Tree tree, and the World Tree behind it was one of the abodes of their faith, the elven gods.

The architectural style of the Elven Palace, similar to the ones that the Knight of Poz had seen before, looked like a patchwork of buildings, but it looked very harmonious.

"I can only take you here......"

Standing in front of the palace, the elf's voice was low, "Take your letter, someone will take you in, Your Majesty and the elders are already waiting for you inside." ”

Along the way, the elven guide had apparently calmed down, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were indifferent......

Looking into his eyes, the knight of Poz also felt what it means to be 'like a dead heart'.

However, in the midst of that pile of ashes, the flame has never been extinguished, and if there is an opportunity, it will be rekindled!

Seeing his expression, the knight of Potts did not hesitate at all, touched the envelope in his arms, and turned to walk towards the palace.

Waving his hand behind him, the knight said, "If you have time, I'll invite you to drink." ”

With a grim face, the Potts Knight followed the squire into the palace, where he was to pass on the will of the chief maid and the lady of fortune to the Elven King and the elders.

He will do his best to achieve cooperation between the elves and the Sadwind Leader, as well as the Church of Wealth!

The elf closed his eyes, listened to the footsteps fade away, let go of his grip on the hilt, turned away from the palace door, and answered in a voice that no one else could hear—

"Good!"