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Soon, the team returned to the Chamber of Commerce stronghold, where there had been no change from Jossen when they left, except for an owl perched on top of the sentry pinnacle.

Seeing the team coming from a distance, the snow-white owl flew over them, and Alpheus whistled, and the owl plunged down, obediently stopping on Alpheus's arm, chirping, and looking very happy.

"Honorable Holy Warrior, let's go straight to the Sleeping Forest, where our people will come to greet you......" Alphens rushed to Qiao Sen, who was walking in front, and said in a friendly and even somewhat respectful tone: "Just keep walking south!"

It seems that the proud Night Elves also know the Thanksgiving Chart.

Jossen nodded slightly, gave Alphens a friendly but slightly indifferent look, and continued to walk forward.

Milia waited until the Night Elf walked away, and then rode on his horse and asked, "Why have you always been quite indifferent to those Night Elves, not quite like you......"

Jossen looked back, Alphens whispered something to Custer, and from time to time cast a concerned gaze to Forty-Seven further back: "The Night Elves are a relatively closed race, and we used to be allies in the past, but that doesn't mean that their behavior is completely in line with our beliefs, of course, this kind of demand may be a bit harsh, but maybe it won't be long before you understand!"

The trees grew stronger.

Forty-Seven walked unhurriedly at the back of the group—but could always keep up with the swift pace of the Night Elves, was it because of his size?

When the sunlight was almost completely blocked by the giant trees that were like canopies, the Night Elves seemed to be noticeably more relaxed. Their pale eyes seemed to see more clearly in the dark forest, and although they stepped on the tangled roots and vines on the ground at almost every step, they had never tripped over them, and compared to them, the two paladins and the rescued humans seemed to be struggling - especially Milia's "ice and snow" It was not adapted to the paths of this kind of forest, and the horse's hooves kept slippery on the spreading mosses and fungi, which made the ice and snow snort in dissatisfaction, and Milia had to patiently stroke its mane to communicate with it, and carefully carry it forward.

Forty-seven was also troubled by the same kind, but it only made him firmly clamp into the dirt or trees with his claws with every step forward, completely avoiding the possibility of falling.

Alphens pulled a dangling rattan and swung it over forty-seven—her toned and powerful legs kicked up the thick old tree, loosening the vine and landing on a graceful somersault, lighter and more vigorous than the best gymnast.

When she entered the forest, her fatigue disappeared completely, as if she had returned to the swimming fish in the sea.

"Hmm...... Allow me to address you so, Mr. Forty-Seven. Alphens bowed slightly, and although her skin was a purple-red color that was very different from that of humans, it did not look strange, but rather had a strange silkiness and beauty.

She looked back at the trail of Forty-Seven, stretched out her arm and made a few gestures, and at the same time a series of intricate and obscure syllables spat out of her mouth, and the plants on the ground grew and spread as if they had received some command, and the growing rhizomes turned the dirt to cover the footprints, and even changed the distance between the trees, and the vines and branches were intertwined, completely sealing the way from which they came.

"Just a little precaution," she explains with a smile, "to prevent stalking by ill-intentioned ......"

"Prevent us from running around, too, right?" Forty-Seven glanced at Qiao Sen, who had just withdrawn his gaze from looking at him, "I suspect these damn mosses are all over the place because you always use spells indiscriminately. ”

"Please don't say that...... We're just using the power of nature. Alphens walked among the ancient trees, his figure looming: "I'm a little curious, you seem to have some kind of wonderfully powerful bloodline...... May I take the liberty of asking?"

"Wonderfully powerful?" Forty-Seven stepped on a branch, but did not lose his footing, for his other foot was firmly attached to a stone: "Your opinion seems to be very different from that of some people...... I've heard that elves don't all believe in nature and goodness?"

"We do believe in nature...... Alfins' calm face faintly saddened, "but nature is not good or evil. We live in this forest, the forest protects us, but does the forest protect us because we are good? The forest also protects the savage and bloodthirsty orcs, and even the ferocious water trolls can take refuge in the sleeping forest...... Does nature take any special care of us because of our kindness and indisputability?"

It's a philosopher. Forty-seven looked at her a little strangely: "It sounds like you're not happy with nature—are you a hypocrite?"

"No, I think you're mistaken. We breathe fresh air and drink sweet spring water, all of which are gifts from Mother Nature - how can we not revere her with reverence and affection?" Alphens felt a little off-topic and cleared his throat: "I just don't fanatically pursue some kind of extreme...... Since nature treats us equally, we should also treat what nature gives us equally, love what can help us, and hate will harm us, isn't this the way to survive according to nature? You saved me, and to me, you are a friend, aren't you?"

Forty-seven didn't say anything, and from the words of the Night Elves seemed to smell something that was courteous and desirable.

"So I won't be biased against you, and if I can—"

Alphens stopped in the middle of speaking, and she saw Custer in front of the group scurrying like a cat and climbing a large tree into the dense foliage.

After a few moments, he jumped down and made a stealthy gesture: "Scout of Argus!"

The Night Elves dodged into the shadows of the ancient trees and instantly became one with the forest.

Alpheus pulled forty-seven and motioned for him to crouch down: "The forest can hide our traces, and the scouts of Argus don't dare to go too deep into the forest...... But their range of activities is getting bigger and bigger!"

Qiao Sen and the others also hidden, and the ice and snow, who had been making trouble with Milia, were now lying down quietly, without making a sound at all.

There was a humming mechanical noise above the forest—an unsettling sound that lingered over everyone's heads, even through the lush foliage.

It was a strangely shaped flying machine.

Forty-Seven never thought to see such a thing in this world. Although the complex object with its round hoop and four high-speed vibrating wings did not correspond to aerodynamic principles, it was indeed a mechanical aircraft - it was buzzing in the air, forty-seven adjusting its focus, and even the pilot above it could be seen, and in the seat next to him was a scout wearing a telescope-like observation device, and some of the devices on the belly of the aircraft were telescopic and flashing, like the flash of a camera.

"Argus's scout?" Forty-Seven stood up, and Alpheus pulled him, but didn't pull, "Argus can actually make such a thing?"

"It was only in the last two years that Argus used this construct to record the landscape of the Sleeping Forest, and then brought it back to the mages to use their prediction magic to draw an accurate map of the forest for the army to attack...... Don't go out, he'll see us!"

Forty-Seven's left arm began to deform. The beast-shaped armor cracked and flipped up, sticking out the barrel of the black hole - aiming at the Argus flying machine above the forest