This...this...

The Nightingale was so surprised that she couldn't stop talking.

She clearly remembered that when she left the day before yesterday, the Rock Cave Tribe was still prosperous, why did it become like this now?

Is this really done by Mu Tou and their companions?

The answer is already very obvious.

Because from afar, the nightingale could still see some tall figures passing through the ruins.

They were elves, and their equipment was worse than what Nightingale had seen before. Some of them were just simple robes and wooden armor.

These elves wandered in the ruins, picking and picking, as if they were looking for something...

Occasionally, I could see someone burying his head excitedly, pulling out some broken copper and iron from the ruins, and then taking it to a magic circle not far away.

nightingale:……

She vaguely recognized that it seemed to be a sacrifice array.

These elves are offering sacrifices to the mysterious existence?

Wait... aren't the things they sacrificed all trash?!

Hey hey hey... the thing you put in is a rusty half-kitchen knife!

Her eyes widened.

This...good!

Aren’t they afraid of attracting the anger of mysterious existence?!

However, the light of the magic circle flashed and the thing disappeared...

nightingale:……

Um...well?

Is this... accepted... accepted?

Her eyes were a little dull.

Because he was not familiar with some of the sacrifice inscriptions of the World Tree, the Nightingale did not recognize that it was Eve's sacrifice array.

And those elves who picked up rags were actually low-level players who did not compete with the Orc Tribe.

Although they missed the split of the spoils, they also sneaked over afterwards to see if other players picked up the remaining things, and sacrificed to the goddess can earn some pitiful contributions...

Nightingale couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then she heard Xiao Xian Meow's voice:

"Sister Nightingale, we're going to leave. Let's go to Fei Lengcui."

Fei Lengcui…

The nightingale's eyes froze.

Fei Lengcui, that was the former holy land of the elves.

However, since the Nightingale can remember, she has left the Elf Forest, but she has heard that the Elf Holy City has long been transformed into ruins.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded and followed Xiao Xianmiao's steps with her younger brothers and sisters.

She is now becoming more and more curious about these strange elves...

Little by little, she had believed their words.

Be able to destroy the cave tribes supported by the True God... I'm afraid there is really a True God behind them!

But at the same time, she had more doubts in her heart:

Where did these tribe members come out?

And...their personalities...

How to say it, although it is not evil if you think about it carefully, it is a bit weird.

They are a bit like humans, seemingly having the cunning of humans, but they are not as hypocritical as humans, but they are very real.

They will subconsciously show all the emotions in their hearts... without pretending to be moody.

They also look strange when walking. They like to jump, climb high and low. Anyway, they can go wherever they are not easy to walk, but they just don't like to keep a good road honestly...

By the way! They are greedy for money, but they are also very greedy for money! They are not greedy for money, but they like various materials and equipment!

Their aesthetics are also a bit strange, and they seem to like shiny weapons and clothes. Anyway, Nightingale observed that most of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes.

In addition, they are very ruthless when facing the enemy!

But when they were dealing with their own people, especially with Nightingale and the others, they completely changed their appearance, and the flattering appearance even made Nightingale feel a little uncomfortable.

What is even more puzzling is that they look very happy!

Very happy!

Nightingale swore that she had never met such an optimistic and positive elves!

What are they happy about? They have been happy all the time...

It is very happy to deceive humans, it is very happy to kill people and rob, and it is even happier to divide the spoils...

Even after seeing the ruins of Rivendell, they were all so happy that they found a treasure.

These strange guys seemed to be curious about everything around them, and everything could arouse their interest.

Even those elves who were picking up rags from far away from the ruins of the cave tribe were very happy, completely beyond the understanding of the Nightingale...

Anyway... it's definitely not what an elf should look like!

Where did they get so much energy?

Aren't they tired?

Are they stimulated?

Or... they are like this?

By the way, I just heard from Mu Tou that... were they summoned by the True God?

What exactly do they exist?

Nightingale became more and more confused.

With doubts, Nightingale once again traveled through the teleportation array and came to the legendary Fei Lengcui.

The light around dissipated, and this time, the Nightingale found herself in an open square.

Looking at the newly repaired buildings around her, she was slightly stunned:

"This...is this the Holy City Fei Lengcui?"

What appeared in front of you was not the ruins you imagined, but a newly repaired elf city!

Of course, it cannot be said that it has been completely repaired, because traces of the ruins can still be seen further away.

But a large area with the square as the center is already like a city.

What made Nightingale's eyes shine was that she saw other elves!

That's right, elf!

Nightingale promised that these elves are what she should look like in her cognition!

They were some red-haired elves, with hopeful smiles on their faces, and they were traveling through the city one by one, busy, and still repairing this ancient holy city.

Their clothes are not as gorgeous as those strange elves, but they are simple and elegant, painted with exquisite patterns unique to elves.

In addition, their temperament is very unique, and the Nightingale can distinguish them from the lunch box at a glance.

"Is this...the flame tribe?"

Looking at their hair color, the nightingale guessed.

In addition, she also noticed that almost every older red-haired elves would be surrounded by a few strangely dressed elves.

They were very respectful to the older red-haired elves, with the familiar congratulations of nightingales, and whenever the old elves asked them to do something, they were very happy and full of enthusiasm.

"Strange... strange guy..."

The nightingale murmured.

At this time, an old red-haired elf surrounded by a group of people and came to the nightingale.

Nightingale noticed some patterns on the other party's clothes and saw some patterns that symbolize the tribal patriarch.

Is this the patriarch of the Flame Tribe?

The nightingale's heart moved.

The person who came to meet was Filosil Lieyan. She looked at the Nightingale with a warning and curious expression and smiled slightly:

"I haven't seen a child of the Shadow Tribe for a long time. Child, I am the patriarch of the Flame Tribe, Filosil, welcome you home!"

It's really the Flame Tribe...
To be continued...