Vol 8 Chapter 9: Elf prince

"Iristin, you are finally willing to come back!" Seeing the arrival of the elf druid, several elves in front of the king's door wearing gorgeous robes smiled and greeted them, one of the handsome Chinese costume elves Out, gently hold Elistin, posted on her cheek.
The elf druid has a stiff body and seems to be somewhat accustomed to his relatives, but remembering his responsibilities, he still responded with a strong smile.
"You are the messenger that Emma sent back for help?" After the male elf released Alistin, he turned to look at Qin Lun and Lor.
The male elf is green and silver, and his appearance is excellent. Even with a large robe, it is inevitable that the body will be slender. The handsome face is like a knife-cut axe, with a clear outline. Compared with Qin Lun's slightly feminine moonlight elf appearance, it is even more heroic.
Emma? When I heard the inquiry from the male elf, Qin Lun immediately ran quickly. He didn't know who Emma was. Before he was separated from Stark and others, in order to cope with the possible interrogation of the Qiong Daer, the team had already conveyed the residual memories of the dead to Qin Lun as much as possible, but there was no Emma is this person.
There are only two possibilities left. One of the three missing apostles is attached to the elf named Emma, ​​perhaps the true principal of the elves, and the other may be the male elf in front of him.
In fact, according to the normal process of the mission, when the fortress team entered the Elf King Court, the ten apostles were already present, and any temptation was meaningless. But now they have only two people, and the three missing apostles have not yet recovered. The guidance information given by the broken starry sky is not complete. Even if they are suspected, they do not know it.
This is a difficult problem that will be encountered when taking shortcuts!
Qin Lun inadvertently glanced at Ilistin, seeing her face without any color, and immediately had a decision in her heart, respectfully bowed to the male elf, said in a heavy tone: "Three days ago, one The Human Knights stormed into our camp, and Emma was taken away by them. The escorts suffered heavy casualties, and the rest of the people had gone to the town of Elbad to rescue Emma and sent us to come back to report."
When Ilistin went out, he should have passed the message to the Elf Chamber, and he must have verified his identity with Ron and replaced it with anyone who would do so. However, in this way, the Qiongdal elves will try to find out the identity of the two people. Moreover, even if there is temptation, the elf druid should also know that with her thin face, it is difficult to hide it.
Since her face is inconspicuous, it proves that the male elf in front of him has not tested the identity of Qin Lun and Longer.
In fact, this is what Qin Lun thinks more. Humans and elves, regardless of their ideas or actions, are too different. It is difficult for the two communities to bury themselves inside. Once the elves confirmed the identity of Qin Lun, they did not doubt them any more.
"The Knights, isn't it a thief group?" The green-haired male elf frowned slightly, and the silver plaque reflecting the crystal light looked at Ilistin with some doubt.
"I haven't asked them in detail yet!" Elistin hesitated, and faintly replied.
"Forget it, this is not the place to talk. Go to the Chamber of Deputies and see the Father!" The male elf smiled friendlyly and waved at the two elf knights on the side. "Take the wounded to heal, you ......"
"Ferrar Moonlight is willing to help you!" Seeing the elf prince looking at himself, Qin Lun moved in the heart, once again leaned over, and reported his name, and attached a representative behind the name. The surname of the moonlight elf, which was not found in the original drama.
"Well, Ferrar, you go with us to see the father!" The elf prince did not notice Qin Lun's careful thoughts, just signaled him to keep up with himself.
Lor, who was supported by the two elf knights, turned slightly and glanced at Qin Lun, who followed the elf prince, and suddenly felt what he had missed. However, nowadays, he has no choice but to continue to pretend to be a serious injured Morin.
"Master Ilistin, are we really going to see the Elf King?" Qin Lun quietly sneaked into the elf's druid's side, his face with a sly smile, whispered.
"Since Prince Corris said so, it wouldn't be wrong!" Elisting turned to look at the excited young people, showing a smile and comforting. "Don't worry, King Testil is a An approachable king, he should just want to know the specific situation of the Elf caravan attack."
After that, Ilistin seemed to think of something. The beautiful ashes sparkled with a strange light, and asked faintly: "Your surname has moonlight, do you belong to the Moon Elf?"
Qin Lun’s mouth floated with a smile, and he did not expect the details that Prince Corris did not pay attention to. The elf Druid noticed it.
In the ancient times, the Joandal Elves belonged to the Keldomo Elves and established the Seoria Elf Court, which has a complete inheritance of the elves. However, the name of the Jondal elf does not represent the race of this elf, but is named after the Jondar forest. In fact, the race of the Jondal elf is subdivided into the Moon Elves and the Green Elves.
Qin Lun still does not know the Moonlight Elf bloodline, how much relationship with the Moon Elf on the continent of Feilun, but this does not prevent him from using Moonlight as his surname.
In the world of Nars, through the transformation of the forest goddess Anna Eldius, the moonlight elves are definitely a very pure high elf lineage. Qin Lun deliberately attached a moonlight surname to the name of Ferrar, just want to give himself a little extra benefit.
Seriously, the Elf Guards hired by the Elf Caravans are all elf mercenaries who have gone out from the Jondar Forest to the human world. Most of them have no relatives and friends, and the circle of life is not in the Elf City, but the Elf tribes distributed throughout the Jondar Forest.
The story of the fall of the Ferrar in the Jondar Forest is such a bloody, miserable descendant of the tribe.
Of course, Qin Lun reveals his surname in such a high-profile manner, and does not rule out that he will be seen by the familiar elves in the future. It’s just that the youth don’t think they will stay in the Magic Cup for many days, and naturally there is no scruples in this regard.
Looking at Qin Lun's question about his own, Ilistin frowned slightly, sticking out a slender finger, using a fingernail to gently stroke a young man's arm and picking a drop of blood.
"Mandala!" The elf Druid sounded a snarling and whispering spell, and the blood on the fingertips actually illuminated a slight fluorescence. Seeing this soft and pure fluorescence, Ilistin's pupil was slightly magnified, and looked at Qin Lun with amazement.
It won't be self-defeating! Qin Lun smiled awkwardly, and secretly sighed in his mouth.
Elistin quickly fainted the scar on his face, wiping off the blood of his fingertips, but his expression was still a little confused, and his frown was mired.
From the face of the elf Druid, I can't get accurate conclusions, but since Ilistin didn't ask, then Qin Lun thought that the moonlight elves should be similar to the moon elves, at least not a brand new one. Elf blood.
Seeing that Ilistin is a little absent-minded, Qin Lun secretly hid, knowing that this time is the best time to take information, and from time to time, it seems that there is no connection, but it is easy to deduce other information.
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The Elf Castle is not as small and exquisite as the outside world. In fact, it is only because the world tree that covers the whole city is too large, which makes the castle look a little inconspicuous.
The gate of the castle is a stone gate that is thicker than a foot. Compared with the width of five meters, the height of twenty feet is somewhat out of proportion. Looking far away, the gates of the Elf Fortress are like a line of heaven between the two cliffs.
Crossing the gate, the grandeur inside the Elf Fortress once again opened Qin Lun's eyes. There is no red carpet of human castles, no fine oil paintings for decoration, the ground is covered with flat, mirror-like large pieces of bluestone, and the left and right are two rows of neatly arranged jade pillars that need three people to hold together. The magnanimous hall, with a dome of dozens of feet, makes Qin Lu feel like being in the temple of the Titans. He only feels so small and humble.
At the end of the castle hall is a wide stone steps, some of which are taller and wider, almost half a meter high and about seventy or eighty centimeters wide. If Qin Lun knew that the Magic Cup Wang Ting was an elf from ancient times to the present, he would have thought that this was built by the giant.
As the team stepped up, Qin Lun discovered the reasons why these steps were shaped into such a shape. Each step here is engraved with a relief, the vast majority of which are the Jondal Elves and Warcraft, as well as the war images of foreigners.
These Warcraft and foreigners have ancient creator races, Titans, dragons, lizards, modern elemental creatures, trolls, goblins, dwarves and humans, and even a few evil spirits and other elves.
Looking at these reliefs ~EbookFREE.me~ Qin Lun only felt a vicissitudes of life and an ancient breath. In the disturbing picture, the youth can fully understand the emotions deep inside the Joan Dar Elves, and the pride that this race is engraved in the bone marrow.
Compared with the Joandal Elves, the broken starry sky has lost its ancient heritage, and only maintains the moon elves of the surface elf etiquette. It is like a group of country relatives, all of them are rustic.
"Ferrar, what's wrong?" Qin Lun, who was shocked, some gods did not keep their homes until Ilistin called him several times before he came back.
"Oh, sorry, I am a little lost!" Qin Lun scratched his head and said with some apologies.
"Oh, it doesn't matter, I can understand!" Elistin smiled and waved his hand. "When you meet King Tastil, don't be so ruined!"
"Master, please don't remind me anymore, I feel more nervous now!" Qin Lun's face floated with a faint smudge, and his face was dry and said, causing Ilistin could not help but make a burst of exquisite laughter.
The elf prince Corris, who led the way ahead, looked back at Qin Lun and Ilistin in a strange way, and his eyes flashed a complex look of Mo Ming.