Qianshao Mountain is located at the dividing line between the territories of the two major elves, facing the sea on three sides. It used to be the burial place of countless pure-blood elves, but even today, it is covered by thick fog all year round.
"Sir, this is a secret letter from Shimmer Forest. I heard that there seemed to be contact with the giant wolf Fenir again a few days ago, and the interval between the two times was less than half a month." The servant pulled out the cork,
A paper roll was taken out from it.
"The despicable dark elves, if they had not relied on the powerful force of the 'Twelve Demonic Beasts', they would have died before a thousand years ago."
"But any strong person can be surpassed. Just like me, I am in an important position now."
The man snorted coldly when he heard this, and then slowly opened the paper. However, to his disappointment, there was only a short line of small words in it: Do not act rashly, do not provoke casually, and do not omit information.
The man raised his eyelids, then waved his servant away, while he silently sat back in the wooden chair. Looking at the dark sky outside the window, his thoughts gradually drifted away.
More than four hundred years ago, a little boy named Slughorn was born in the outer area of Shimmer Forest. His father was just a carpenter, and his mother was always weak and sick.
After the elven civil war, the Shimmering Forest finally declared the world a winner, but only ordinary pure-blood elves know that there are countless lamentations hidden behind that scenery.
Because since then in the Glimmer Forest, the strong have become stronger and stronger, while most ordinary pure-blood elves have become difficult to maintain their lives. The smell of rotten fruits is disgusting, and the vegetable leaves covered with wormholes are difficult to eat.
As a result, many pure-blood elves left their homes. The lucky ones started a new life in the ancient continent, while the unlucky ones could only become servants or even playthings of the great nobles.
Slughorn's parents also made a choice. They could neither leave the Shimmering Forest, nor leave their infant son behind. The tree house would still be flooded during the rainy season, and the carving knives would rub against each other.
Wooden piles, but they cannot carve the future and hope anyway.
Slughorn spent his childhood surrounded by sawdust, listening to his mother coughing every day, and following his father every day, asking for snacks or toys. In desperation, his father had no choice but to make one with his own hands.
Take the bow and arrow and tell Slughorn to stop interrupting his work.
Time passed day by day, and life did not improve as Slughorn grew up. Instead, his mother returned to the Hall of Valor on a thunderstorm night. As a result, his father was devastated, and his carving knife was covered with dust.
Wine bottles piled up like mountains, and the kind faces were gradually replaced by indifference.
"If it weren't for you, if I had been more determined back then, if I could have had the money to buy magic potions..."
"Do you like archery? Good, good! This "Basic Theory of Fighting Qi" is my father's last gift. From now on, your fate has nothing to do with me. Let's go, get out of here, and get out of my sight!"
His father threw a yellowed book to Slughorn, and then drank ale again. Slughorn was silent, and he bowed to pick up the book, and then walked out of the tree silently.
House. This is his home, but now there are no relatives in this home, only his mother’s photo remains spotless.
Rock caves, tree holes, beasts' dens, green fruits, cubs, boiled eggs, scorching sun, starry sky, storms. Slughorn became an orphan and never saw his father again. Or he was full of energy just to survive.
Scar, or open that book when you have nothing to do.
It seems that the goddess of luck also lamented because of this, and it seems that everything he has done will be rewarded. Seventy years later, Slughorn's whole body is wrapped in fighting spirit, but he still holds the bow and arrow made by his father in his hand.
That year, he quietly returned to Shimmer Forest, thinking that he could finally change his destiny and make his father proud of him. But who knew that his father had already turned into bones, and his finger bones were attached to his mother's photo, as if he had never left. All Slughorn's joy vanished. That night he buried his father silently and then closed the treehouse door. A week later, Slughorn's figure appeared in the center of Shimmer Forest.
Looking up at the palace built with magic vines, there was no trace of pity in his eyes.
During that period of dark training, Slughorn heard the story of the genius girl Christine, but at the same time he looked down on her identity as a mixed-blood elf. However, hard work did not seem to bring any distance, and Slughorn
En eventually became the Erling Archer, but he seemed extremely disappointed.
"Based on your qualifications, this is your ultimate achievement, and it must be attributed to your hard work." This was the last sentence Slughorn heard before leaving the Shimmering Forest. From that day on,
He went to Sentinel Mountain.
Squad leader, adjutant, direct adjutant, stationed at Sentinel Hill. When Slughorn was four hundred years old, he finally got what he wanted, but his strength was still limited to the two-feathered shooter.
But for an ordinary pure-blood elf, Slughorn has become a role model for countless companions, and a true embodiment of counterattack destiny.
However, he did not return to Shimmer Forest. He might not want to see his parents' tree house again, or he might think of those ordinary and beautiful days.
The sky was still gloomy, and after Slughorn finished reviewing the official documents, he still patrolled the outer area of Sentinel Mountain. This was his habit, and it was something he would do today.
Boom's laughter and curses came from the distance, and Rikka's figure was looming. As for Christine, she narrowed her eyes, and there was a hint of caution in her eyes.
"Who are you, how dare you break into Sentinel Mountain privately!" Slughorn stopped, but did not immediately draw his bow and shoot an arrow. Because he had experienced this situation tens of thousands of times, and the other party was either a foreign businessman.
, or a lost traveler.
"Hello, the three of us are travelers from the Principality of Floy. Seeing that this place is always covered by clouds, we just decided to get closer. If I have made any mistakes, please forgive me." p>
As Boom said this, he pulled Rikka behind him, showing a very respectful and nervous look. This was a countermeasure that the three of them had discussed a long time ago, so Boom naturally spoke it accurately.
"Then immediately return to the shimmering forest. This is not the place where travelers should come, and further ahead is the territory of the dark elves."
Slughorn nodded when he heard this. He watched the Boom and three people leave quickly without any suspicion. But a moment later, the three Boom people got into a dense forest, and then they all felt helpless.
Sighed.
"Then where are we going now? Why are pure-blood elves so heavily guarded? It's just a small mountain." Rikka said as she spread out the map.
"Let's go there. After all, I have lived for more than four hundred years, and I still have some old friends." Christine pointed her finger on the map. Seeing this, Rikka smiled again, because she planned to travel around Shimmer.
Of the forest. As for Boom, he didn't object. It didn't matter where he went, as long as he could be with Rikka.