Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Upon hearing Lin Gui's words, the surrounding Dark Night Spirits were plunged into even deeper sorrow.

But soon, this sadness was mixed with an increasingly obvious...strangeness.

They stared at the "disfigured elf" who claimed to be one of their own kind.

Why do I feel...?

The way he speaks sounds so much like a stranger?

"Aren't you... also a night elf?"

A young spirit couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"To speak of the tragic fate of one's own race so calmly..."

"Why do I feel... a little..."

The elf looked at Lin Gui with suspicion.

Claudia's soul trembled violently.

She immediately shouted in Lin Gui's mind:

"Mr. Lin Gui, your tone is too calm!"

Lin Gui was instantly awakened.

dry.

I almost forgot my current "identity".

To be honest, the Night Elves' fate was truly tragic.

But Lin Gui had witnessed far too much suffering.

So much so that... he could hardly immerse himself in that pure grief and indignation again.

He coughed lightly and quickly adjusted his tone:

"I'm sorry... I'm just... too sad to say anything."

He lowered his eyes and lowered his voice.

"By the way, actually I came here at great risk..."

"I have something to discuss with you all."

The elves' attention was successfully diverted.

Curious eyes refocused.

An old elf asked softly:

"We've all become ghosts..."

"What else could possibly come knocking on our door?"

Lin Gui pulled out the thick stack of letters from the mailman's bag.

"I've brought you..."

"A letter from Khara-Khoto and other compatriots."

He paused, then softened his voice.

"They...still miss you."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a still lake.

The spirits' souls flashed in unison.

Surprise, bewilderment, followed by caution...

Hope.

Lin Gui began to read out the full names of the tongue-twisting elves one by one.

For each letter read aloud, a small stone is placed on top and spread out on the ground.

Unlike the forest sentinels, most of the elves here are ordinary people without soul power.

They cannot directly read the physical letters.

They could only gather around and bend down curiously.

Use your eyes to see the elfin script on those yellowed pages.

"This...this is my sister's handwriting!"

"The nickname mentioned in this letter... is known only to my mother and me..."

"This is... something my child wrote to me?"

One after another, gasps of surprise rang out.

In my mind, the system's confirmation notification sounds began to ring out frequently.

[Ding! Mail delivery rate reaches 10%]

[Ding! Mail delivery rate reaches 12%]

【...】

As Lin Gui continued to spread out the letter, he secretly reached out his hand.

He grasped Clotina's glass bead.

While all the elves were engrossed in the contents of the letter.

He slowly backed away.

step.

Two steps.

It quietly disappeared into the depths of the tree shadows.

***

An elf, holding a letter, suddenly frowned:

"Strange... The letter says that the messenger was a 'human mage with black hair and black eyes'."

"He also said he was very kind, only accepting 7 copper coins..."

The elf beside him also raised his head:

"I also mentioned that human in this letter."

"But... wasn't the messenger from our own tribe?"

Gradually, more and more spirits came to their senses.

They looked up and around.

I want to find that "disfigured fellow citizen of the night" and get some answers.

However, in the center of the open space.

All that remained was a pile of letters spread out on the floor.

It lies quietly in the dim light of the fluorescent moss.

That "Lin Shadow"...

They have long since disappeared.

The elves gathered around the open letters and read them one by one.

The description of the "human messenger who delivers messages for 7 copper coins" is repeatedly mentioned in an increasing number of letters.

Some letters even describe his appearance in detail—black hair, gray eyes (written as "black pupils" in the letters), and he always wore worn-out old robes.

Gradually, the initial doubts turned into confirmation.

That fellow countryman who called himself "Lin Shadow" and whose face was disfigured...

It's just a human being.

What surprised them even more was that Clotina would help humans lie.

But strangely enough...

This human did nothing bad to them.

He simply delivered letters and then quietly left.

They didn't even ask for any compensation.

"Perhaps... he really has his reasons?"

A young elf whispered.

"At least, he brought us news of our loved ones..."

That's enough.

The other elves remained silent, tacitly acknowledging this self-justification.

After all, in this dead city forgotten by the world...

Receiving even a few words from afar is already a miracle.

They thought they might never hear from this human messenger again.

however.

A sudden, familiar, and terrifying aura descended!

The gray fog churned, and the glow of the fluorescent moss dimmed instantly.

All the spirits trembled in unison, looking towards the entrance in terror.

The little elves screamed and hid in the treehouse ruins, while the adult spirits also disappeared.

Only the oldest elf, barely managing to maintain his spirit form, floated forward.

He gazed at the pale purple soul figure that slowly appeared.

Looking at the other person's still gloomy face, with frost and sarcasm in their eyes.

He spoke in a dry voice:

"Lin Celine Essel Shadow..."

"Is that you?"

"How could you...?"

Shadow Blade Lin didn't pay any attention to his words.

She vanished into thin air.

A few seconds later, it suddenly reappeared in front of the old man.

She had thoroughly explored the entire Dark Forest with her soul power.

No.

She raised her head, looking down at the old man, her voice icy:

Where did that black-haired human go?

The old man was taken aback: "A black-haired human? What's that...?"

Shadow Blade Lin's fingertips pointed to the letters spread out at the old man's feet.

"Humans who deliver messages."

"Where?"

The terrifying soul force pressed down as if it were a physical entity, causing the old man's soul to fluctuate violently, almost collapsing.

He then realized that the other party was looking for the one who had disguised herself as a dark elf and appeared with Clotina...

Human messengers.

"Why...do you want to see him?"

The old man asked with difficulty.

Shadow Blade Lin's expression became extremely complicated.

It was a mixture of anxiety, anger, and even a hint of...

An indescribable urgency.

"That's not something you should be asking."

Her voice was even colder.

"tell me!"

Where did he go?

The old man answered truthfully:

"have no idea."

"He disguised himself as an elf of the Shadow Clan and delivered the message to us..."

They left when we weren't paying attention.

Shadow Blade Lin's eyes darkened, and she turned to leave.

"etc!"

The old man quickly called out to her.

"Mad Blade—no… Lynn Shadow."

He looked at her retreating figure with mixed feelings, recalling what the fake elf had said.

After much hesitation, I finally asked:

"Why...why did you rejoin the Elf Forest?"

"Could it be because of...?"

Shadow Blade Lin turned around abruptly.

sneer.

That smile held no warmth, only a chilling sarcasm.

"To protect those remaining members of their own tribe?"

"To protect...our compatriots who have suffered annihilation?"

She floated closer, her pale purple eyes fixed on the old man.

Don't flatter yourself.

"You're like dogs, clinging to those stubborn, damned elders of the Elf Forest."

"When they can do whatever they want with them."

"You are no longer my people!"

Her voice suddenly rose, each word like an icicle:

"He claims to be Elune's most devout follower..."

"Yet they dare not use their blades to defend the dignity of the night!"

"you!"

"They're a bunch of useless trash!"

The words fell.

She didn't look at the old man again before her soul transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the gray mist.

Disappear.

Only the place remained, utterly silent.

And on countless faces of spirits, frozen in time...

Shock, humiliation, and deep sorrow.