"How nice it would be if there was no war." Haruz could not help but whisper, his silver eyes quietly reflecting the golden light hanging from the sky. Although the young prince did not know what it was, he instinctively felt that it might have something to do with his teacher. "Miss Lysmeka, the black moon is broken. What is this sign of?"
Medusa seemed to be thinking about her own matters and did not respond for a while.
She looked at the wilderness, and the dark earth seemed to symbolize the uninhabited land. Looking out from the hills, only deserted fields could be seen. A windmill stood alone on a distant hill, reflecting the blazing fire in the Bear Lake area. The leaf fan of the windmill had long rotted away, leaving only a bare frame, which had been torn down in half by someone.
It was hard to believe that this was once one of the most agricultural and prosperous areas of the empire. It supported the food consumption of Cloak Bay and Anzeruta. Now the roads to and from various places had been cut off, and commercial and trade activities had long since come to a standstill.
There was no telling what kind of famine would happen in the empire this year.
Lysmeka could not help but think of her hometown. In the eyes of the underground people, the beauty there was no less than here, but it was now gone.
"Miss Lysmeka?"
"Hmm?"
"What's the matter with you?" Haruz looked at her with some confusion. He had never seen Medusa so distracted.
"Sorry," Lysmeka suddenly realized. She pressed the scales on her forehead and said, "I was distracted."
"What are you thinking about?" Haruz asked.
"I'm thinking about the dark elves."
Lysmeka lied.
But it was not a complete lie. Around the middle of autumn, a clan of dark elves came to the surface and established their own territory far away from Medusa's territory. They brought long-awaited news from the underground world to the underground residents of the surface world. The demons had crossed the Ash Tip and began to attack the area above the Beehive.
Although Valhalla's fleet sailed in the sky, when they were not performing the teleportation jump, they still sent people to the ground every day to collect information about the nearby areas. One was to confirm possible enemy information, and the other was to replenish food and water.
Of course, in a barren place like Anzlova, the former was more of a factor.
The fleet had already inquired about the Dark Elves that Lysemeka mentioned a few days ago. Others only treated it as a topic of conversation, but it was of great significance to Lysemeka.
"Are you homesick, Lysmeka?" Haruze asked in a low voice.
"I don't have a home, Your Highness."
Haruze looked at her curiously.
Lysemeka sighed and explained, "I was once a slave of a demon. People who are treated as slaves have no home. We were expelled from our homes and lost what we originally belonged to."
Haruze was a little sad when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Miss Lysmeka, maybe you can ask Teacher to help you. He once defeated those demons, so he must have a way."
Haruz appeared to have full confidence in Brando. In his opinion, Brando was probably omnipotent, at least he had never let his student down.
Lysmeka glanced at the little prince and shook her head. She did have such an idea, but until today, the fall of the Black Moon meant the coming of dusk, and she understood that the demons' strange movements might have come from this. If it was the end of the world, the young man and the Bugas could not change all this.
Thinking of this, she could not help but press the pendant of the necklace on her chest.
But it was at this moment that the necklace vibrated slightly.
Lysmeka was horrified.
She raised her head, her prismatic eyes staring at the dark woods not far away, and shouted in a low voice, "Who's there!"
There was a low exclamation of surprise in the forest.
"Lysmeka, is that you?"
Haruze did not know what was going on, and he could not help but look around. The Knight in the woods behind noticed the movement here and drew his sword. Then he saw Miss Medusa next to him frozen in place as if she had been petrified.
"Kaya?" Lysmeka asked tentatively.
There was a cheer from the forest.
Then, a young girl holding a longbow and wearing a long cloak jumped down from the tree. Her hood was folded behind her neck, revealing a head of beautiful white hair and pointy ears under the moonlight. She was obviously an elf, but her body was much shorter than the average wind elf and silver elf. Her skin was dark, and the sides of her straight nose were slightly sunken. In her eye sockets were a pair of eyes that sparkled like rubies, making people subconsciously think of certain legendary vampires.
But there was no doubt that the other party was not an undead, but a distant relative of the elves in the underground world, a dark elf.
Haruz did not expect Lysmeka to appear as soon as she mentioned these dark elves to him. And it seemed that this dark elf girl knew Miss Medusa beside him.
The moment the dark elf girl Kaya saw Lysmeka, she could not help but let out a cry of excitement. She threw away her longbow and rushed over, hugging Lysmeka tightly.
Miss Medusa hurriedly stopped the Knight who was approaching from behind, and then hugged the little girl. She was also a little excited. She first held the other's face and looked at it carefully, then kissed the other's forehead according to the Medusas' etiquette. Haruze had been with her for a long time, and he knew that this etiquette was used by the Medusas to the people closest to them.
He could not help but look at the dark elf girl with some curiosity. In some of the knowledge that Brando had taught him about Jorgendy Ridge, the dark elves were independent, and this matriarchal society had nothing to do with the other residents of the underground.
Lesmeka and Kaya chattered in the underground language for a long time before Lesmeka took the latter's hand to Haruz and introduced her to him. "Your Highness, this is Kaya. I met her in the demons' slave camp. She has saved me several times."
"Sister Lysemeka has also saved me several times," Kaya said, her pronunciation perfect. This Dark Elf girl actually knew the language of the ground, and her intonation was also very standard. "Greetings, Your Highness, Human Prince. Jokesha is protecting you."
Haruz knew that Jokesha was the Spider Goddess, but she was also Martha. She was similar to the Goddess of the Dead Moon that the undead believed in, but was actually just a side of Order.
"Hello, Miss Kaya." He nodded politely and then looked at Lady Medusa. Clearly, he had not figured out what was going on.
"Kaya brought news about the underground." Lysmeka understood what the little prince's eyes meant and quickly explained, "Didn't you ask earlier what the fall of the Black Moon meant? Your Royal Highness, it means the awakening of dusk."
"Ah!" Haruz was startled.
"Don't worry, Your Royal Highness," Miss Medusa waved her hand, indicating that the other party should not interrupt her. "But the Twilight Dragon seems to have lost contact with this world, and the demons are in civil strife because of this. All this happened two months ago, and Kaya and the others escaped at that time."
"Two months ago," Haruz remembered something. "Wasn't that when we first met the Dragon Queen?"
"It was almost that time. The demons were still fighting each other until a few days ago, which means that something must have happened to the Twilight Dragon," Lysmeka said with some excitement. "The Black Moon fell, but the Twilight Dragon did not appear. Maybe the rumor is true."
"… What rumor?"
"It is that the Azure Knight completely defeated it. If it does not appear after the end of the Demonic Wave, the demons will retreat to the Sea of Chaos. Maybe we will have a chance to return to the Tip of Ashes." Miss Medusa's voice could not help but raise a few notches. She clenched her fists and her eyes sparkled. Haruz had never seen her like this.
"Miss Kaya," he turned back and asked, "Is what Lysmeka said true, that the Twilight Dragon is dead?"
Kaya shook her head blankly. "I don't know, but the demons have indeed begun to have civil strife. They stopped in front of the Big Hive and killed each other in Jorgendy Ridge. We took this opportunity to escape."
She thought for a moment and said, "Your Highness, my people and I have nowhere to go at the moment. I heard that the Empire may recover this place at any time. I heard from Sister Lysemeka about you and your sister. I would like to beg you to take us in temporarily. We will definitely be able to help you —"
"Ah?" Haruz was stunned. He knew that there must be more than one or two dark elves who escaped to the surface. Since they could be called a clan, there must be at least hundreds of them. Although the dark elves were a matriarchal society, they were brave and good at fighting. They not only had to compete with other races underground for territory, but also fought with the demons all year round. Their individual combat strength was in fact far superior to their relatives on the surface.
These people were not only a force to be reckoned with, but they could also be trouble. His understanding of this race was limited to what Brando had told him, and he could not tell what their personalities were like.
If these dark elves were aggressive, greedy, and ambitious, then wouldn't he be bringing back trouble for his sister?
The little prince could not help but feel a little distressed for a moment, thinking that if only his teacher were here, he would be able to make a decision easily.
"Your Royal Highness," Lysmeka suddenly said, "Promise her that the dark elves will not stay on the surface for long. When the demons retreat, we will return to Ashes Tip. But before that, we can help you and your sister a lot. "
Haruz frowned and rubbed his eyebrows. This action was very much like his sister's. If Brando were here, he might have mistakenly thought that he was looking at the 'little princess' he saw in the dream.
"Miss Kaya," he thought alone for a moment, imagining how Brando would deal with this problem if he were here, and then said, "Can you tell me more about the Twilight Dragon? What happened?"
Haruz decided to decide how to answer this question after confirming that the demons would retreat into the Chaos.
Kaya was stunned when she heard this question. She probably did not understand the connection between the two, but she reacted quickly and answered almost subconsciously.
But this sentence was spoken too quickly and did not seem to be in the language of the surface, so Haruz did not understand it at all.
Even though the little prince did not understand, Lysmeka did. Her expression changed slightly, and she said subconsciously, "Impossible!"
Unexpectedly, Kaya did not obey her this time. The dark elf girl shook her head firmly and said something again. Because she was talking to Lysmeka, she opened her mouth and said a series of words in the Underground language.
When Lysmeka heard this, a look of shock appeared on her face. She subconsciously put her hand on her chest and felt the necklace around her neck vibrate slightly again.
Then it suddenly began to glow and slowly rose from between the Medusa's snow-white cleavage.
Kaya stared at the pendant with burning eyes, as if she had seen something sacred.
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