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Forty-seven came to such a conclusion when the old elf set his eyes on him.

"I'm Uther...... Welcome, visitors of different races. The old Night Elf turned to Forty-Seven and the others, speaking slowly and with some strange rhythm.

After a short time of walking along a path, they gradually came to a real settlement of elves, under the shade of countless towering trees, only a small amount of sunlight could penetrate the barriers, but some faintly fluorescent mosses, and tens of thousands of small creatures similar to fireflies floating in the air made this place always have a good view, day and night. Trees or even houses surrounded by vines are built next to streams or trees, wooden drawbridges and natural rattans connect all the separate areas, many Night Elves walk in between, when they see a group of people led by Uther walking into this secluded world, the Night Elves just stand slightly, bow to Uther and the guests and leave, whether they walk or jump, these Night Elves do not make any sound, or, these sounds have been integrated into the sound of the murmuring water in the forest and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, it is already impossible to distinguish。

A huge ancient tree suddenly jumped into view, it seemed that it was difficult to find such a large and somewhat unusual tree without approaching, but after entering, it was impossible to get a glimpse of the whole picture of this giant tree, the trunk near the ground was hollowed out into a huge house, it is not too much to say that it was a small indoor square, but this damage was not important to the giant tree, it still stood with luxuriant and vigorous branches, as if the huge room was just a small hole carved by a woodpecker.

Uther led the guests up the wooden staircase to the square, and although the location was not high, the entire elven settlement was already in full view, a dream realm like a fairy world, and even Forty-Seven believed that it could rival the bloody battlefield.

"You may be seated, my guest. Crossing the square into a smaller room, Uther motioned for everyone to take a seat, the Chamber of Commerce had been arranged somewhere else, and the only people who had followed Uther to this place were Jossen, Miria, and Forty-Seven, as well as two elves, Custer, and Alphens.

Jossen seemed to hesitate, and Miria had no intention of sitting down, sitting at the same table as an evil half-purgatory creature unless the double sun never shined again.

Forty-seven did not sit down, he observed with great interest the decoration on the walls of the room, which were clusters of branches and flowers growing on the walls, perhaps in various totemic patterns under the influence of magic, and forty-seven stood next to a grizzly bear relief, which was half a head taller than forty-seven.

"Hehe, it's my negligence, the three rooms next to it are for three guests, you can rest there......"

Without waiting for Miria to raise objections, Forty-Seven spoke first: "The only reason I'm here with me is to talk to Frey about something, but I don't think he's here, where are you hiding him?"

"We're here to find Mr. Freys......" Jossen bowed slightly, and made the same request to Uther, "We were commissioned by him to go to the Cold Wasteland to rescue your people." ”

"Don't worry...... Mr. Frey was unharmed. Uther's eyes also glowed white, but the difference was that the glow was a little cloudy, probably due to old age.

"So, we have proved that the tragedy that happened in the Chamber of Commerce stronghold has nothing to do with Mr. Frey and us, can we ask Mr. Frey to come out?" The subtext is, whether Frey can be released, it is indeed a pity that Jossen is not a diplomat.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Frey isn't here right now, he and his entourage are now in the depths of the Sleeping Forest, and the Priest of the Night will keep him safe......"

Suddenly, a burst of fire erupted from Forty-Seven, and then immediately extinguished, as if he had yawned or sneezed.

The grizzly bear next to Forty-Seven turned into a black bear, and Custer frowned, but Alphens and Uther were indifferent.

"If anyone had told me about this, I wouldn't have had to go around this forest so much*** - or do you think I'm interested in your daily life? I'm not a folklore tour...... Well, I don't want to waste any more time, it's not a very important thing to find Frey anyway......" Forty-seven walked to the door of the room and replied in turn: "You only have to thank these two paladins, as for the creatures of purgatory, they only kill, not save people." ”

Miria glared at Forty-Seven.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Forty-Seven, there are many unknown dangers in the sleeping forest at night, and it may not be too late for you to wait until tomorrow morning before leaving the forest. Alphens, who had not spoken, spoke, looking a little anxious.

"Yes, Mr. Forty-Seven, please stay for the night, and let us enter into the Friendship of the Landlords anyway......," said Custer, too.

"This is what you call the friendship of the landlords?" took a sip of pure natural honey, Forty-Seven grinned, in his opinion, this so-called elixir jade liquid is even worse than the blood of cowardice: "Even lubricating oil can't replace ......"

"Isn't that to your taste?" Castel smiled and filled Forty-Seven's cup again, Forty-Seven refused the Giant Tree Room and the banquet in the indoor square, and instead followed Castel to a house built on a tree branch, only the Night Elf didn't look so annoying in comparison.

Forty-Seven didn't bother with the food on the table, he didn't need those things in the first place: "Is this your home? or do you live alone?" Forty-Seven looked at the furnishings in the room, and it really lacked some kind of homely atmosphere, not even the Future Stone.

Forty-Seven's dark red eyes flickered at the thought of the Future Stone, but Custer apparently didn't notice the detail.

"I don't belong to this tribe, remember the patrol captain Joelis, that is my leader, we both belong to the Zalidan tribe, this is just a temporary place for our tribe to settle down in the Uther tribe......"

"It turns out that even the Night Elves are not completely united...... But you don't have to tell me this, I'm an evil half-purgatory creature, remember?" Forty-Seven held out a finger, and a cluster of flames burned in his fingertips as he flickered.

"It's nothing, we can tell who is a friend and who is an enemy!" Caster laughed again, in the sleeping forest, the Night Elf, who had previously been quiet and proud, was now a little naughty, he must be a very young elf, "But the Night Elves are united, and the tribes are like brothers and sisters, there is no doubt about that. ”

Forty-seven didn't bother to pay attention to him, he was using the flames on his fingers to scorch the fireflies flying in the air, and now Forty-Seven felt uncomfortable not taking some lives at any time.

Custer was about to open his mouth to stop Forty-Seven's disregard for life when a gray owl flapped its wings and stopped on the window frame.

"Hmm, whose owl is this......" Custer stood up and tried to walk over, but the owl suddenly flew into the house and transformed into a Night Elf standing on the ground.

Karst immediately saluted, it was Uther.

"Mr. Forty-Seven, are you satisfied with the food we have prepared for you?" Uther motioned for Custer to go outside the door to stand on guard, then turned to Forty-Seven alone.

"Very bad, I regret staying......" Forty-Seven told the truth.

"Hehe, you're a very interesting construct...... While I would love to know what kind of person your host is, this question is clearly rude. Uther sat down and poured himself a glass of honey.

This is the second person to see his true identity after returning from the bloody battle