The northwestern border of the Holy Mannian Empire, Fort Collins.

As a fortress established to resist the invasion of northern orcs, this military city has always been an important pass in the western part of the empire. Its army garrisons were connected to the snow-capped grasslands in the north and the Vimur River in the west. The number of troops it garrisons once reached 100,000, and they were all elites of the empire.

However, the empire's internal friction in recent decades has gradually consumed its national strength and can no longer support maintaining such a fortress in the bitter and cold places in the west.

In addition, the relationship between humans and orcs has gradually eased in recent years, and the top leaders of the empire gradually no longer have the intention to maintain the garrison of Fort Colin, so they have gradually become abandoned.

Nowadays, there are only less than 5,000 troops left in this military center, all of whom are old, weak, sick and disabled, and the city itself has become a place for some merchants and orcs to trade—

This is thanks to the small Vimur River Pier in Fort Collin.

However, the geographical location of Fort Colin is too remote.

Even though it has become a communication node between humans and orcs, there is no popularity here except autumn, and it has always looked declining and deserted.

Originally...it should be like this.

At this moment, the western pier of Fort Colin.

It is bustling here, with people coming and going.

More than one merchant ship was parked by the dock, and a large number of adventurers, bounty hunters, down-and-out nobles, and some gorgeously dressed vendors gathered on the shore.

It looks like a bustling commercial port.

On the shore, a strong and mighty warrior was walking by the river.

Behind him was a fully armed orc follower with a sharp breath, looking respectful.

On his side was a worn-out adventurer who was talking enthusiastically...

"Sir, I know that you are from a great source when you look at your clothes. Did you come to the ruins of the gods on the other side of the river?"

He asked flatteringly.

"Relics of Gods?"

The tall warrior stopped slightly and glanced at the adventurer.

It seemed that he was inspired and the adventurers were even more excited.

He chuckled and patted his chest:

"To be honest, I have been to Fort Collins for more than three months and have also entered the ruins of gods twice. As long as you can reward me with ten gold pounds, I will tell you everything I know!"

The tall warrior ignored it, but glanced at the orc behind him with his eyes.

The orc sneered and glanced at the adventurer, took out a gold coin worth ten pounds from his arms and threw it over.

The adventurer's eyes lit up, he hurriedly put it away, and then said enthusiastically:

"Thank you! Thank you! What do you want to know by sir?"

"Tell me the inside of the ruins."

The warrior said in a deep voice.

The adventurer nodded:

"Sir, when it comes to this god relic... it is actually the kingdom of the World Tree that fell a thousand years ago. There are corpses everywhere, with many treasures of the dead buried, and there are also many precious magic plants growing!"

"Many people who went in and came out have made a fortune!"

He described with a gaze.

"Oh? But I heard that this ruin seems to have been classified as a sphere of influence by the elves. Any existence entering it is an enemy of the elves and the goddess of life."

The tall warrior raised his eyebrows and said.

The adventurer smiled:

"Hey, that's what I said, but there are so many people entering, how can the elves control it? As for the true gods...we weak beings can't get into the sight of the gods, right?"

"But when I went in, I encountered those crazy elves and had fought with them. Not to mention... they are really murderous, and they are more sinister than many adventurers! They are more cunning than the devil!"

"Crazy Elf?"

The tall warrior paused.

Seeing that the financial owner was interested in this topic, the adventurer immediately opened up:

"That's right! Crazy Elf!"

"Hey, sir, you should have heard of the Underworld War two years ago, right? And the faith war between the elves and the orcs this spring."

"That's those elves!"

"These elves are very special. When they fight, they are like madmen, and they are very contradictory, casual, and seem to be very disciplined, and they are very difficult to deal with. And I heard rumors that after they die, they seem to be able to sell their souls to the god of death and resurrect them! Are you scary or not?"

"By the way... the efficiency of these elves is also extremely terrifying..."

"Sir, do you know? Winterfell is the elves near the ruins. Two months ago! There was nothing there two months ago! They built it in just two months! And they were also equipped with magical defense barriers, and it was hard to fight. Are you scary? "

The warrior nodded after hearing this:

"It's very scary. I also heard that their number is very large, just like it emerges from the Elf Forest."

"yes!"

The adventurer nodded heavily.

After nodding, he looked around and whispered:

"Sir, you mentioned that these elves are numerous, as if they were coming out of thin air, so... do you know how these elves came from?"

"Um?"

Hearing this sentence, the tall warrior glanced at the adventurer with a playful expression:

"I heard what you mean...you know?"

"Hey! Sir! Others don't know about this, but I happen to know about it! It's what I secretly heard before the elves and those elves fought in the ruins."

The adventurer said excitedly.

Then, he pressed his voice and said:

"Sir, you don't know... the reason why these elves appeared overnight is because they don't belong to our world at all!"

"Don't belong to our world?"

The tall warrior squinted his eyes.

"That's right!"

The adventurer nodded and continued:

"Sir, this is also the truth I found out from multiple channels, and combined with the eavesdropping words, this is the only one..."

After he finished speaking, he looked around and then squeezed at the warrior.

The warrior knew it and gestured to the orc behind him.

The orc snorted coldly and threw a gold coin to the adventurer again.

The adventurer quickly accepted it with joy and said in a pleasing manner:

"Thank you! Thank you! You are so generous! Then I will tell you everything I know!"

Then, he lowered his voice again:

"Sir, this is the news I learned from the underground world. The Elf Forest actually has a hidden semi-plane! A semi-plane that lives many people!"

"Half-plane?"

The warrior was slightly stunned, but seemed to remember something, and a trace of clarity passed through his expression.

But the expression changes too naturally, but it is a little weird.

"And what? What does this have to do with the elves?"

He asked.

"It's a big deal!"

The adventurer patted his thigh.

He cleared his throat and continued:

"These humans... are said to be not ordinary humans. They have the bloodline of elves! The elves in the Elf Forest are actually transformed by these humans!"

"Hehe, sir, you may think this sounds unimaginable, but it is true! Because the goddess of life has a powerful artifact called the Scepter of Life!"

"In legend, the Scepter of Life can create life and purify bloodlines! These elves are actually purified by the Scepter of Life!"

"It is because these elves are transformed by humans that their personalities are different from other elves!"

"And... the legend says that the goddess of life has a good relationship with the god of death, and because of this... these elves even have the ability similar to the undead!"

"You think it's scary or not?"

Adventure and excited.

When the warrior heard this, he seemed a little surprised. He said with a smile:
To be continued...