The Song of Gendaya

The white eagle hovered over the dilapidated village, and with a long cry that pierced the sky, it soared towards Southwest.

The white-haired Old Lady Tiana raised her head and looked thoughtfully at the white eagle that had gone away. The wrinkles on her forehead became even deeper.

"Mrs. Tijana, Linde... how is Linde?" Silith asked anxiously.

At this time, the Old Lady came back to his senses. She lowered her head and looked at the two people sitting in the corner.

Silith was looking at her expectantly, while Linde's complexion pale, her eyes drifted a bit.

Old Lady has an indescribable sadness in her eyes, she staggers towards the two people, and Mark hurries over to help her.

Old Lady carefully watched Linde's injury, but she quickly looked away and sat on the ground with a sigh.

And soon her eyes turned to Linde's chest again, and the white gemstone became increasingly dim in color.

"What's going on, what's going on with Linde, ma'am! Mrs. Tiana!" Siris' eyes flushed, she said pleadingly.

And Old Lady just shook her head slightly.

"What will happen to this child... I'm afraid I don't know the old woman... I just hope that the divine ability is enough to take care of him!" Mrs. Diana said with a sigh.

Silith was somewhat absent-minded, she knelt and sat beside Linde, looking at him like a gossamer, she couldn't help feeling sad.

"Gods, why is this? Why is Linde always like this? Why does he always encounter misfortune every time I see him!" The elf girl muttered to herself.

At this moment, a shadow obscured the sunlight in front of her, and Mark was standing in front of her silently.

And the bad mood at the moment made her not even bother to care about other things.

"Hi...Hi...Hi..." The youth still stammered speechless.

And the upset elf girl couldn't help getting angry.

"Mark! Don't talk if you can't speak, no one treats you as a dumb!" Xilith yelled angrily.

Mark was originally concerned about the ground and suddenly froze at this moment. Silith did not look at him anymore, but returned her gaze to Linde.

Mark's face was hot at this time, and his mood became unconsciously lowered again, so he slowly lowered his head.

"Mark, what's the matter with you?"

Mrs. Tiana's old voice rang in the young man's ears, and he slowly raised his head, looking quietly With Old Lady.

"She is in a bad mood, don't disturb her. Go to other people and see how much the village has lost...Find your village chief, only then does he act like a man. Just like your village chief, let him come to me, there are some things I need to talk to him." Old Lady said quietly, "Go, don't waste time! Youngster."

... …

The candlelight in front of the window was shining, and the night had fallen.

Silith was lying on the windowsill looking at the night sky outside. At this time, the starlight was shining, and the thin mist rose from the sky.

Below the window sill, in front of an old house that has been burnt down, a group of people are sitting around a bonfire and doing their own things silently. A white-bearded old man is holding a Playing the xylophone with sad music.

She sighed and turned back, but behind her was the old bed.

Linde is lying quietly on the bed, and the dark shadow covers most of his face, making it difficult to see his expression at this time.

"Hey...what the hell should I do?" Silith murmured to herself.

Not long ago, Mrs. Tijana and the head of Dulin had just left, and both of them looked distraught about Linde's injury.

Mrs. Tijana can only use some belladonna extracts to help numb the pain, and apart from this she feels that she is already exhausted.

And the village chief Dulin stood beside Mrs. Diana with a solemn expression. Before leaving, he just told Silith, no matter what help you need, just ask him.

But what can these people help themselves? The country of elves, Elantir, is far to the north beyond a thousand li. No matter how strong the mana of his father and queen is, it is far from being able to quench his thirst.

And Baicheng...Even if you set off now, it will take three or five days to go to Baicheng with food and dinner, and Mrs. Tiana and her objection to go to Baicheng alone, she seems to be well-known for this place on the Gendaya continent. The city of scholar is full of hostility and disdain.

She warned Xilith that the tall city gate in Baicheng, which is almost silver, would not be open to ordinary people who wear ordinary clothes.

"What the hell should I do next?"

Xilis repeated to herself, she seemed to feel a little nervous when she had no master.

She walked slowly towards the teenager, she turned on the dim light in the lantern and got down in front of the bed.

"Linde...what's wrong with you..." the elf girl whispered weakly.

The young man slowly shook the head while he was asleep and awake, his mouth opened and closed slightly. He was so angry that he seemed to be calling someone's name.

Silis finally heard the name clearly-Leliana.

This harsh name made Silith browse tightly knit, she didn’t understand why, when the light of life was about to go out at any time, what he thought about in his mouth was still the beautiful appearance. The young girl, she even wondered what enchantment Lelianna used to make Linde remember her until now.

When she was thinking about this, suddenly there was a loud noise outside.

Silith hesitated for a while and walked to the window to look out, and this look made her feel horrified, and she suddenly held breath cold air.

I saw seven or eight people with black horses with the same hips standing on the street downstairs. They were communicating with the villagers.

Several of these dark horse riders have seen or even dealt with Silith before.

I saw Shirley of the Dark Elf Race talking with a few young villagers with a smile on her face. Among them, she saw Sterling.

The great magician of the Falatis group, Olinhet, is sitting on a high-headed black horse. He looks humbly at the people in front of him who are warming by the fire, while the corners of his mouth are always hanging. A humble smile. This makes it impossible for people to associate him with an evil magician who does a lot of evil.

While Shirley seemed to notice someone hiding in a corner and staring at her secretly, she lifts the head to scan around vigilantly.

And Xilith hurriedly hid her body behind the heavy and shabby blue rag curtain.

Silith wants to know what they are talking about, but once she summons out the elemental spirits of nature, it will definitely attract Shirley's attention.

Fortunately, Silith's ears were so strong that she leaned her body against the wall, paying attention to the sound outside.

Vaguely she heard the conversation between Shirley and Sterling.

...

Mark sits in front of the fire and fiddles with the bonfire with a dead branch. The flames are high and the smoke spirals upwards.

And his eyes stared at the sudden intruders unkindly.

"Quickly get out of here, outsiders are not welcome here!" A villager hostilely stopped in front of a strange group of eight people.

"Friends, we are travelers passing by here, and we have no intentions!" I saw a black hair man with majestic appearance rushing forward.

"You have all seen, we just suffered a disaster here, and we are unable to provide you with food, please go!" another villager shouted.

"Food? No...no...you misunderstand me, my friend, we don’t need any food, and we are all kind-hearted travelers, we are willing to provide us for those unfortunate people Help!" The black hair man said gently.

"What can you guys bring me..."

The black hair man waved his hand slightly, and saw Elf with a tan skin on another horse behind him. The pretty woman with Race look took a few steps forward.

"Mr. Olivet, do those things really have to be distributed to them? They are just a group of civilians in trouble, then..."

"Needless to say, Shirley... …Distributing our food to those in need is also an obligation that our cultivator must complete."

I saw Shirley calmly nodded: "Yes, my lord..."

The villagers in the morning session turned their heads and looked at these strangers who promised to help themselves.

I saw Shirley untied a large cloth bag from behind her mount and threw it on the ground.

"This is a meeting gift from our adults!" The Elf Race girl said with a look of contempt.

The two villagers approached curiously and untied the cloth bag in threes or twos.

"Look, there is meat! It's bacon! I haven't eaten bacon for a long time!"

"There is also ham, so thick ham is still oily! "

"White bread! I saw white bread!"

"..."

The eyes of the hungry and cold villagers suddenly flashed with surprises The light, they slowly walked towards the food bag.

The two villagers who had opened the bag had already begun to fight for a piece of ham.

The man with black hair triumphantly looked at the villagers frantically rushing in front of him, a smug smile flashed on his face.

"Okay, now you can answer me...Can we stay here for the night?" Shirley shouted proudly.

"You are distinguished guests! Liming Village welcomes all friends!" a villager shouted.

These processes were all seen by Mark one after another, but he did not step up to grab food like other villagers, but watched the whole process coldly and quietly.

At this moment, a fat black figure reached his side.

"Hey, Mark, do you know where they came from?" Sterling asked in a low voice, lowering his head.

"I don't know, they just claim to be passing travelers." Mark still fiddled with the campfire with a stick.

"Do you believe what they say?"

"Who knows? I don't know them."

"Mark, we must know that we are here normally There are so few people in the village. Why do they suddenly appear here? Is there really no doubt about their age?" When Sterling said here, he glanced at these people vigilantly, and he suddenly noticed the enchanting darkness. The Elf Race woman is also looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Doubt? Haha... Sterling, why do you want to doubt? What is there to do with our village? If you know that Dillon is dead, you don’t know how it died. Those little ghosts There is nothing scary about the red muscle ghosts that are like dead branches. Will they come back tonight? If they dare to come, see how I clean them up!"

I heard my friends say this, Sterling just smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Mark, it seems that I have to let my father come to meet them. Anyway, I feel that they are not good!"

"Then let the village head come to meet them That's it..." Mark said with a matter of no concern to oneself.

Sighed by Sterling, he thought of getting up and leaving to find his father, the village chief of Dulin, but he saw Shirley riding a black horse leisurely towards the direction of the two of them.

"Hey! How are you guys! Youngster!" Shirley smiled fondly at them.

Mark and Sterling looked at each other in surprise.

"Is there anything I need to do?" Sterling asked pretentiously.

"There is nothing to do, my friend. I have been paying attention to you before, why not share the food my master gave to everyone?"

Sterling was taken aback for a moment. , But he quickly returned to his usual appearance.

"Noble lady, we are just chatting here, because we are too involved to not notice what is happening around? I don't know what the guests want to do when they pass by here?" Sterling said .

Shirley hid her mouth and smiled: "haha...I'm not a young lady, I'm just a subordinate of is Master. We are going to Haichao City, I heard the daily high tide there The ebb tide is extremely magnificent."

"so that's how it is, it seems we are abrupt, the villager of the wilderness is really a bit vulgar! Haha..." Sterling said pretendingly.

"Through, this is Master for you!" Shirley said and threw a small bag of cloth to them.

Sirling opened it and saw that there was a bag of Golden Dragon inside.

"This..." Sterling was somewhat speechless.

And Mark was stunned when he saw the contents of the bag.

"Little meaning, I want to have a chat with you. By the way, I hope you can help us find a few rooms that can be masters..." Shirley said obediently.

"Want to talk...want to talk...what..." Sterling said blankly, "you...where do you want to live..."

"Also There is no purpose, but the night is dark, I want to find someone to say anything... As for the residence... This small building seems to be the owner!" Shirley said and pointed to Mrs. Tiana's residence.

Sirling and Mark both looked back at the small building that had been built for hundreds of years and couldn't speak for a while.

"What's wrong? Is there too little in this bag?" Shirley still asked charmingly.

"No...no...this house is Mrs. Tiana's home... I'm afraid she Senior won't like strangers living with her!" Sterling said in a flustered manner.

At this moment, Sterling heard an old voice suddenly coming from behind him.

"Sirling, when will my residence become your private property? Are you hungry and welcome anyone of unknown origin to live in it!"