Ayr was eighty years old this year.
For as long as he could remember, he often heard his grandfather talk about the glorious history of his race.
Once, they had the largest empire in the world.
Once, they had built the most glorious civilization in the world.
However, after that disaster, the clansmen fell in rank, were cursed, and gradually declined.
He could not imagine how prosperous the clan was a thousand years ago. In his opinion, that kind of prosperity was like a myth.
In his memory, his days in the real world were always filled with hiding and drifting aimlessly …
However, his grandfather believed that everything would get better.
"Ayr, you have to remember that we are the great Silver Clan. Our decline now is only temporary. Once Mother Goddess returns, our era will definitely return."
His grandfather often said that.
Ayr once asked his grandfather who Mother Goddess was.
His grandfather told him that Mother Goddess was the greatest existence in the world, the true ruler of the world, and also the benevolent mother who protected them …
"So … we also have our own God?"
He asked in surprise.
"Silly child."
His grandfather touched his head with a fanatical and devout expression.
"Mother Goddess is not a mere God, but a true ancient God!"
From that day onwards, Ayr was full of expectations for Mother Goddess.
He longed for a happy and stable life, and also longed for a small garden of his own.
However … until the day his grandfather passed away, he still did not see the return of Mother Goddess.
But even so, he still firmly believed in his grandfather's words …
Until that day …
A group of ferocious-looking half-orcs finally found their settlement. After a cruel battle, the Qing Zhuang people died in battle, and the women and children became captives …
Among them, he and his two sisters were included.
At this time, Ayr understood that a life of wandering and hiding was not the most difficult.
The most difficult thing was the destruction of the family and becoming prisoners.
The imprisoned women of the clan gradually disappeared one by one.
And they were locked in a narrow stone prison by the half-orcs, never to see the light of day.
Every day, they only had green fruits to satisfy their hunger.
According to the half-orcs, they wanted to wait for a human caravan to pass by and sell Ayr and the others for a good price …
Humans …
Ayr shuddered.
If Beastmen were devils, then humans were undoubtedly devils …
When he was in the tribe, he had heard countless tragic stories of his clansmen who had been enslaved by humans …
Those cunning, greedy, and perverted bastards were capable of anything.
At this moment, he even wanted to go on a hunger strike and die.
But when he thought of his other two sisters, his heart softened.
"Ayr, you're a boy. You must protect your sisters well."
These were his grandfather's last words to him before he passed away.
Thinking of this, Ayr clenched his fists …
"Grandpa … I'm so useless … I'm so useless …"
As time passed, Ayr grew more and more desperate.
However, in the face of two young sisters, he could only be strong and pull himself together.
He had been thinking of ways to escape all the time, but … the orcs were watching them too closely.
These days lasted for several months.
Until today …
With a creak, the prison door that had not been opened for a long time was finally opened.
Ayr shuddered and looked outside vigilantly. His two sisters were like frightened deer hiding behind him.
"Has this day finally arrived? Are you … trying to sell us off? "
Ayr clenched his fists … At the same time, he began to think of ways to escape.
However, the half-orcs did not enter. Instead, they threw a figure that was tied up and left.
Ayr was slightly stunned and looked at the figure.
"Elf … elf?!"
This … was the first time he saw his clansmen after a few months.
It was a very strange elf.
He was covered in blood and was seriously injured. His face was abnormally pale and his breath was weak.
But his eyes were exceptionally bright.
With just one look, Ayr felt that he could not take his eyes off him.
This clansman was very different. He seemed to have an aura that did not fear anything. This was something that Ayr had never seen in anyone else.
His gaze was not as dim and turbid as his clansmen's.
There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, with a different kind of unruliness. It was as if he saw everything in this world very lightly.
He even stuck out his tongue at the half-orc's back when the half-orc turned around!
This was an interesting fellow …
Moreover, he was full of vitality and hope!
Ayr had never seen such an existence among the elves.
For a moment, his heart was filled with curiosity.
After hesitating for a moment, he spoke softly.
"Are … are you okay?"
The other party seemed to be shocked. When he turned around and saw Ayr, he could not help but shout.
"Damn! Elf? "
Ayr was shocked by his voice and hid slightly.
He saw the strange elf's expression change several times. One moment, he was happy, the next moment, he was excited, and then he became very complicated.
Ayr hesitated for a moment and asked again.
"That … you've lost a lot of blood …"
"Are you really okay?"
Then, Ayr saw the strange elf's expression become very gentle.
The other party nodded and smiled as he coughed blood.
"Cough cough, I'm fine."
Ayr, "…"
"You … you're vomiting blood!"
He did not care about anything else and hurriedly went forward to untie the elf.
"You … were you also captured?"
He used a piece of cloth to wrap the elf's wound and asked curiously.
After being freed, the strange elf nodded first and then shook his head.
"No, I'm just an obedient tracker."
Ayr, "…"
…
Ayr once again found that the strange elf spoke very strangely.
After further contact, Ayr found that although the elf was a little strange, he was a very gentle and optimistic person.
They began to chat.
The strange elf told many interesting stories, which made Ayr and his sisters very fond of him.
He knew a lot and always had some ideas that Ayr had never thought of. All kinds of strange and interesting stories made Ayr addicted.
Gradually, he began to like this interesting fellow.
Through chatting, Ayr also learned of the elf's origin.
He came from a very, very distant place and was a warrior summoned by the Goddess.
Goddess?
Hearing this, Ayr was a little curious.
"Brother Demacia, do elves believe in other true gods?"
At this moment, he saw the other party smile and his expression became somewhat profound.
"No …"
His expression became very pious.
He drew a tree symbol on his chest and said in a deep voice.
"In my heart, there is only one Goddess!"
Seeing that symbol, Ayr was momentarily stunned.
Because his grandfather had drawn this symbol countless times!
The Mother Goddess of the elves … does she really exist?
Was he … summoned by the Mother Goddess?
For a moment, Ayr actually felt a little dazed.
"Ayr."
In a daze, Ayr heard the other party calling him.
He turned his head and saw Brother Demacia's line of sight.
Demacia looked outside the cell, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a hint of a mischievous smile.
Ayr followed his line of sight and found that there were four more half-beastmen in the cave. They were carrying a magical beast that seemed to have been ravaged by magic.
"Our allies are here."
Ayr heard the other party say so.
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