"The elf..., Moon Blade, never leaves her body, it cannot be hung on the rattan rack..."

Alans's pupils shrank, his voice trembled:

"You... are Rossi?"

"I knew you were not an elf..."

Rosie shook his head, he raised his head slightly, looking up at the night sky where the sunset passed, with stars in the sky, as if he saw his mother, father and sister smiling at him.

He had countless chances to kill Alans, but he did not do so.

Why?

On his dying day, Rosie asked himself.

Probably because Allens was his only neighbor for more than a hundred years.

Maybe it was because of the gentleness and love in Alans' eyes when he looked at the elves.

It may also be because of the flash of apologies in Alans's eyes when he took out his sister's hairpin.

“Vikanier…”

【Elf Word: Peace】

Rossi, the dancer of the elf sword, stared at the night sky blankly, kneeling on the ground, gradually disappearing.

...

Elf calendar, 952 years.

The legendary wizard of the elf, the great elder Lescarly did not wait for the reinforcements of the elf queen Alice, and the plan to attack the Nalvet barrier was shattered by the King of Winter.

Even on the way to lead the remnants back to the Emerald Forest, he was ambushed by the elves army led by the elf queen Ellie.

At the end of his journey, Lescarley tore a teleportation scroll and teleported away with the remaining elves under his command, missing his whereabouts.

In the same year, in the dark area, an elves who believed in the spider demon suddenly formed. They called themselves Drow elves, also known as the night elves.
Chapter completed!