During the conversation, Parker learned that the mercenary group where Trisna was located had come from the royal city. Although the king had not given a clear order to come and provide support, they still traveled a long way to get here.
“Actually, no one wanted to come here. It was my personal admiration for Tilan that drove me to come,” Trisna confessed.
Parker smiled upon hearing this, realizing he didn't idolize Tilan but instead accepted Ledo's commission.
Although the commission fee is not much, considering that it can save the people of a city and there is also the opportunity to be ennobled, why not?
After recording the intelligence from the front lines, the two decided to continue their reconnaissance to the flanks.
Parker put his fingers to his mouth and whistled, and then the eagle that had been circling in the air for a long time landed and stepped on Parker's arm.
“My father migrated from the north, where there are vast plains, and the eagle is a lifelong companion to the people there,” Parker explained, while tying the intelligence letter he had written earlier to the eagle’s leg.
"Go, fly high!" Parker gave a helping hand, and the eagle flew into the distance like an arrow released from a bow.
“It will carry the message back,” Parker said, looking at Trisna.
Trisna seemed very interested in the feathered eagle, her gaze fixed on the direction it flew away.
Parker said, "The north is a paradise for the dead, but it's not uninhabited by humans."
"Some say that the people there have made a pact with the dead, and that high-ranking undead will not arbitrarily harm humans."
"But not all..."
Parker and Trisna made their way slowly toward their destination under the moonlight. As scouts, they were completely incompetent because they were too slow.
"There are many birds on the plains there, but the fastest, highest, and most intelligent of them all are the eagles."
Parker laughed and said, "My father's notes say that the people there learned to cooperate with eagles to survive in the north as early as five hundred years ago."
“Gao Fei was brought from the north by my father. People here probably haven’t seen him before.”
“Mm.” Trisna nodded.
In the darkness, Trisna's eyes shone, which was somewhat frightening, but it was clear that she had tried her best to be gentle.
“Speaking of which…” Parker suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Have we gone too far?"
Trisna: "..."
Under the moonlight, the two took out a map and compared it carefully, only to find that they had lost their way!
Trisna touched the strand of hair by her ear, somewhat annoyed at her absent-mindedness, and could only sigh, "Let's investigate again tomorrow morning?"
“It seems that’s the only way…” Parker knew that his words had influenced Trisna, and he felt a little ashamed.
However, there's no need to worry about the role of the two scouts in this war, as other mercenary groups will also send scouts to deliver intelligence.
Accuracy depends on a large amount of repeated intelligence, and advanced scouts record intelligence in great detail.
This was a prerequisite for Ledo's heavy cavalry to launch an attack, as they needed to plan their assault and withdrawal positions.
"Go to sleep, I'll keep watch." Parker coated the dagger with poison just in case.
“Go to sleep. Elves are physically stronger than humans,” Trisna said. “Besides, I have night vision.”
She pointed to her gray eyes.
"Haha..." Parker couldn't argue with that, so he lay down.
However, he just couldn't close his eyes.
He often recalls those less pleasant memories—were they from goblins?
No, those guys can't even be called goblins anymore.
In a certain region of the north, there exists a vast goblin kingdom, where the king seems to possess the ability to exorcise the undead, and they have grown in strength there without anyone noticing.
Their army is far superior to that of humans; it is no longer equipped with plundered gear, but with armor and swords forged by the goblins themselves!
Parker's father and his companions were also forced to migrate because of those goblins.
Suddenly, Parker felt a cold touch on his face!
snake! ! ?
He shuddered in fright, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of silver-gray eyes.
It turned out to be Trisna. For some reason, she touched Parker's face, but was amused by his reaction.
"Can't sleep?" Trisna asked, tilting her head.
"I can't sleep!" Parker scratched his head. "This is the first time I've ever slept in this environment. Usually, I'm the one who keeps watch while everyone else sleeps."
"Hmm," Trisna hummed, her gaze drifting into the distance before glancing back at him.
"You know a lot about dark elves, but you seem to have little interest in their origins?"
“It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s just that there’s absolutely no record of it.” Parker rested his head in his hands. “You can’t expect me to read those street novels.”
“Sometimes the truth is hidden in the fog,” Trisna said in a refined manner.
"Some people say we are a cursed race."
Parker: "By whom?"
"The Mother Tree..." Trisna's thoughts drifted into the distance.
“The World Tree!?” Parker recalled the origins of the elves; it seemed they were all children of the World Tree.
“That’s a very long story,” Trisna said. “The only records of it in the tribe are in the ancestral books.”
"Legend has it that our ancestors were not dark elves, but rather, like other elves, they lived together under the guidance of the Mother Tree."
"Until one day, a traitor appeared in the tribe. He disobeyed the Mother Tree's will and led the tribe in an absolutely impossible coup."
"War broke out, and the land was scorched."
Trisna said with a hint of sadness, "Without a doubt, that traitor failed. The Mother Tree was merciful; it didn't kill them, but instead cursed them..."
"We have lost our skin color and our innate sensitivity to magic, leaving us only with the physical attributes that elves possess."
“We were abandoned by the Mother Tree in the barren lands beyond the continent, a place of sorrow after the war. The Mother Tree probably wanted us to repent for generations to come.”
"Our ancestors gradually improved their physical constitution through the application of alchemy, and thus embarked on the path of martial arts, which is the opposite of magic."
“As you can see!” Trisna pointed to herself: “Although I am skilled in martial arts, I have not lost my senses as an elf.”
"and……"
Before the words were even finished, a large flock of birds suddenly took flight from the distant woods!
Accompanying this were the sounds of horns and a strange, chilling wind!
“That…that is!!?” Parker’s eyes widened.
He wondered if he was dreaming!
Because what emerged from the woods was a fully armed warrior, or perhaps a goblin warrior? At least you could see its green, pointed ears.
He was clad in fine iron armor and wielded a sword with a blue glow.
"That's a goblin?" Parker couldn't believe it.
The oppressive aura emanating from the other party was almost comparable to that of Count Ledo!
"I remember now!"
Parker's long-dormant sense of fear suddenly resurfaced!
He remembered the demon that had forced his father and the others to migrate—a top-tier goblin!
Goblins... Heroes!!!
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