Valery Potze, the Eagle of the Title of Letters, the heir to the Cyclops of the Storms family, walks on the road to the Elven Court, but his heart is heavy.

He couldn't imagine that the elves could be so slow to do things, even in the face of racial matters like the 'slave trade', their efficiency was still very slow.

"Alas......"

The Knight of Potts sighed, and the elven head that had led the way in front of him didn't look back at him.

The current Knight of Pozzi had removed his armor and wore a pair of wolfskin boots, following closely behind the male elf, and he did not carry any weapons and equipment other than a badly damaged sword.

Not only did he not wear armor, but he didn't even wear leather armor, only a cloth coat.

But every time the gaze behind him fell on him, the male elf shuddered.

Even though he knew that the human behind him had no ill will, his sharp instincts made it difficult for him to endure the human's gaze.

He could clearly feel the strength of the human behind him, it was the 'smell' that came out of the sea of corpses and blood, just a glance could make an elite soldier feel chills.

Even though he had exerted his full strength and kept jumping between the branches, the human who was following him was never left behind, but ran with ease!

Knight Potts didn't know that his elven guide was suffering, and now he had mixed feelings, the old duke was already the most noble person he had ever seen, and what he was about to meet was the 'elven king' and 'senator' of the world of Assatom, and he didn't know what kind of etiquette to use to face those noble 'big men'.

"It's here!"

The guide spoke in a cold voice, but because of his mission, the Knight of Potts had been learning Elven with his father since he was a child, and it was in an ancient tone, so he could understand what his guide was saying.

He woke up from his thoughts, followed the guide out of the bushes, and saw the elven buildings in the distance that were 'indistinguishable' from nature, and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so beautiful!"

Emerging from the jungle, the Knights of Potts saw a sparkling lake that stretched from the island to the island in the middle of the lake, where tall and towering buildings blended in with the surrounding nature.

He couldn't see well at the distance of the Poz Knight, but he could also see that, unlike the city built by the head maid, the elven building was really integrated with the surrounding plants.

In Wende City, the buildings are man-made wonders made of cold stones, and in the Elven Court, even the stones seem to have warmth, becoming one with the surrounding natural plants, although they are also made of stones, which is equally shocking, but the architectural style of the Elven Court really surprised the Potts Knights.

Several green pontoon bridges that appear to be made of plants connect the islands in the lake to the shore, but those pontoons are not plants, but the amazing natural art of the elves.

Stepping on the pontoon, the knight of Poz couldn't help but take a peek at the lake.

The surface of the lake is crystal clear, and the swimming fish and aquatic plants are also clearly visible, looking at these small things, the knight of Potts feels a sense of peace in his heart, and it seems that the bloodthirsty and anger hidden in his heart have also been sorted out, making him feel refreshed physically and mentally.

Slowly following the guide, the knight of Poz looked up at the elven court that was getting closer and closer, and in front of the pontoon bridge, there were several elven guards in strong and stubborn clothes, which was also a matter of course, after all, this was the elven royal court.

"Stop!"

Seeing the Knight of Potts approaching his elven guide, one of the guards stopped them.

The Knight of Potts stood still, and his elven guide, after groping in his arms for a while, took out an armband and buckled it on his sleeve, and walked over.

It was a silver armband carved with the 'unicorn head' on it, and the knight of Potts glanced at it, and a look of envy flashed in his eyes.

'That's nice......'

In addition to armor and weapons, the knights of the Sorrowful Wind Territory had almost no other property, they could be fed and have a good rest, but they had no other wealth, because the old duke was not good at business, and after investing all his money in the armament, there was no money left in the entire Sorrowful Wind Territory.

And the weapons and equipment bought from the dwarves are still based on relationships, and they are bought at a 'discount' price, as for the human side, there are too few enchanted weapons and equipment, it is difficult to become a 'standard', and the quality is difficult to guarantee, so no matter how expensive it is, most of the weapons and equipment of their sad wind collar are purchased from the dwarves.

The knights of Potz have never seen much money since they were young, and the money is used to maintain armaments and horses, you know, the horses in the Black Forest are carnivorous, and their temperament is extremely irritable, and if there is not enough meat and time to move, the war horses will 'rebel'.

The knight of the Sorrowful Wind Collar is rich and poor.

The elven guide walked over with his head held high, and the elven guards guarding the pontoon saw the armband on his left arm, and the silver-white unicorn reflected the sunlight and made them take a deep breath.

They slammed the handle of their guns on the ground, straightened up, and shouted, "I've seen the sir!"

It was the armband of the 'Guards', and the 'Legion of the Guards' had always been the glory of their elven clan, guarding not only the entire Elven Court, but also the entire Stars and Bright Moon Forest.

As an elf, no elf would pretend to be a 'Legion of the Guards', and no one would be able to get a unicorn armband, which was tied to the life of a legionnaire, repairing itself if the soldier was not dead, and shattering if the soldier died.

The unicorn armband is a unique symbol of the Guards, as long as it is an elf, they can tell the real and fake armband at a glance, and now this armband appears in front of their eyes - it is real!

Knight Potts looked at his guide with some surprise, he didn't expect this guide's identity to be so noble?

The elf silently lifted his hat, then gestured a 'V' on his chest and gave the guards an elven military salute.

Because in the Elven language, this symbol represents the initial letter of 'life', and when learning the Elven language, the Knight of Potts heard this story from his father, after all, he wanted to communicate with the elves, and if he wanted to be respected by others, he had to respect others first.

It may be a bit tedious, but for the Elven Guards, it is their highest etiquette.

After a few elven guards also returned a military salute, the guide turned around and said, "Follow me!"

He didn't explain to these guards what he brought outsiders into the royal court this time, and several guards didn't ask, in the eyes of Knight Poz, such a defense was too lax, and it was really doubtful, was this really the elven royal court?

But this is someone else's business, and I have no reason to talk about it, and I don't have the right to talk too much.

The knight of Potts looked ahead, and after crossing the pontoon bridge, he did not officially enter the elven court, because further ahead, there was a city wall, and the city gate was open, but it was not lively at all, and basically no elves would enter and leave the city gate.

The walls weren't very tall, at least when they stood on the shore before, and overlooking the royal court, the knights of Potts could see that the height of the buildings was beyond the walls, and the towering trees couldn't stop it.

The walls were mottled with green leaves, the vines were entangled, and the delicate carvings on the walls made the Boz knights pout.

Can such walls really withstand any attacks?

Looking further to the left and right, the city gate was made up of two dead wood-like plants, which made the Knight of Poz frown.

If the previous elven buildings still amazed him, the seemingly defenseless fortifications made him bored with the 'elven art'.

Born in the Sorrowful Wind Territory, he always believed that without a thick and solid city wall, how could he live comfortably?

These things are too redundant!