Crab Island, as its name suggests, is world-famous for its rich seafood. Coupled with the huge profits from "snow crabs" in the past two years, it has just left its big brother Tiegou Island far behind.
The economy basically determines the development speed of a principality, and this speed will even increase geometrically. Therefore, the current city of Rune not only has caravans from other principalities, but also attracts foreign races.
In addition, the island owner Campbell secretly colludes with the Whispering Forest. At this time, Rune City is like a new stronghold of the dark elves, but fortunately, most dark elves do not like to interact with others.
They are either busy practicing every day, or they sit in their rooms meditating. In short, there must be something to do when they go out, and they will definitely not go out for a walk.
In the dark courtyard in the west of Rune City, two dark elves were sitting on the ground, while four or five of their subordinates were silently counting various human specialties.
"I heard that there have been frequent movements on Tiegou Island recently. Her Majesty the Queen is already aware of this matter, but there has been no response. Should we report it again?"
The man squinted his scarlet eyes and whispered while stroking his sword. This man's name is Lockon, the Dark Elf Ambassador and a high-level knight.
As a leader among the younger generation, he came to Rune City this time not so much to escort the caravan, but rather to gain experience.
But the fact made him very disappointed, because he found that most human beings waste time on trivial matters, and coupled with the short life span of more than a hundred years, it can be said that life is wasted.
For Crab Island's plan to annex Iron Hook Island, or for Cambay Principality's plan to destroy both of them, Lockon, a high-ranking dark elf knight, has no interest at all. Who dies and who lives has no impact on him.
If it weren't for the countless benefits that the Whispering Forest can provide, Lockon probably wouldn't be able to stay any longer. He doesn't like the noise of humans, the imaginary and conciliatory life, the walls that are mottled by rain, and he doesn't like that everything is related to gold coins.
Connected.
As a traditional dark elf, Lockon is interested in only three things. The first is to obey the queen's orders, the second is to practice hard, and the third is to always keep in mind his hatred for pure-blood elves.
As for everything else, it is just a flash in the pan, a fleeting meteor. In a long life, only by constantly exploring the unknown can we gain spiritual peace.
"Power is just a means, a crowbar to reveal the truth, a trick to get rid of chaos, and a last resort."
This sentence comes from the ancient magic era, and it is also a warning that the world has been talking about to this day. There are many reasons for killing, but in the final analysis, it is just to vent your inner desires.
"What you want to do is your own business, but don't take me with you. I'm not interested in thinking about things between humans, and I don't have time to deal with such trivial matters."
"Since the Queen has no response to this, it means that these things will not affect the Whispering Forest at all. How can you be of great use in the future if you are so impatient?"
"Besides, even if the Crab Island we secretly support is overturned, what does it have to do with the Whispering Forest? Remember our mission and search for all the supplies we can bring back."
"Pure-blood elves are the enemy. As for the others, they are just clowns. There is no need to be angry, suspicious, or even thinking."
Another person sitting opposite the high-ranking knight Lockon heard the words and immediately responded. This person's name is Aeolia, the resident of Dark Elf Crab Island, and a natural mage.
He has lived for more than six hundred years. If it were not for the long life span of the dark elf, it is estimated that with his mediocre qualifications, he would never be able to advance to the mage level. It is estimated that even becoming a high-level professional would be a problem.
But this is the advantage of foreign races. Whether it is pure-blood elves or dark elves, although they have been limited by the sparse population for thousands of years, they have no shortage of high-level professionals because of their long lifespan.
In addition, it has almost blind trust in the "King", so it is far more stable than Aogu City and the Nine Principalities, at least there will be no backstabbing.
Aeolia's words were accurate, because the other party was of the same race as him, and he was still a good prospect who had great hope of reaching the pinnacle in the future.
Just now, he directly revealed the other party's thoughts and advised him not to get involved in the battle between human forces. But as for how much the other party can listen, it is not something he can control.
He turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window, and was only focused on purchasing supplies for the Whispering Forest, with no interest in the disputes between humans. Aeolia simply just wanted to end this journey as soon as possible, because the tree house in the Whispering Forest was its ultimate destination.
Home.
"Okay, then I won't disturb your practice." Lockon, a high-ranking dark elf knight, stood up slowly and walked out of the courtyard.
Although he is very curious about the affairs between Crab Island, Iron Hook Island, and the Principality of Cambay, as a dark elf, he cannot reveal his thoughts too much.
The starlight illuminated the alley with a silvery glow, and the spotless leather armor reflected the moonlight. Lockon's figure finally stopped on the gravel river bank, staring blankly at the sky, his sword constantly spitting out fighting energy and fluorescence.
Perhaps it was an illusion, or to comfort himself. He actually thought of Christine who was despised by all her tribe, that mixed-blood elf who was abandoned by her lover, and that lonely figure who reached the pinnacle in just three hundred years.
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I remember that many years ago, the other party would give me "secret dried insects" every day, and he would also often teach me the qualities that a professional should have.
But now times have changed, and the other party has been sent to the frozen continent by the queen, while he is at the height of his power, and his prestige in the Whispering Forest is rising.
You can't help, and you can't help. Most dark elves are cold-blooded and ruthless at heart. This kind of temperament is also called "indifferent" in the mouth of pure-blood elves.
Every creature has its own way of survival. Living proves that there is still a glimmer of hope, while dying means that you have chosen the wrong direction. But no matter what, it is everyone's own business.
Slowly closing his eyes, there was no trace of cunningness in those scarlet pupils. Elf language drifted into the air with the wind, and the light of the high-level knight's fighting spirit shot into the distance.
No matter what, training is the most important thing for him. Even if he is on Crab Island now, he must not relax. But in Lockon's heart, he prefers to explore this unknown, at least it is far more interesting than living in the Whispering Forest all his life.
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"Since the verification is correct, let's set off now." The perspective turned to Rune City again. After the inspection was completed, the dark elf wizard Aeolia immediately urged the caravan to return to the Whispering Forest immediately.
The courtyard door slowly closed, and Aeolia sat back under the shade of the tree again, and took out his magic wand. The surging magic power spread out, and the faint sound of chanting mantras echoed in the courtyard.<
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The hustle and bustle of Rune City has never stopped. The fishermen returning in the evening are getting drunk, and the fishing boats that are about to catch the night are getting ready to go.
The characteristics of the Dark Elf race are fully revealed, and no matter how they change, they cannot escape that innate sense of exclusion.
Compared with humans' leisure time after dinner, they prefer to stare at the moonlight in a daze, or sleep alone in their dreams.
