Al is 80 years old this year.

From what he can remember, he often listened to his grandfather about the glorious history of the race.

Once upon a time, they had the largest empire in the world.

Once upon a time, they built the most brilliant civilization in the world.

However, after that disaster, the tribesmen fell down, were cursed, and gradually went to decline.

He could not imagine how prosperous the ethnic group was thousands of years ago. In his opinion, such a prosperous era was like a myth.

In his memory, the days of reality are always hiding and wandering...

However, his grandfather believed that everything would be fine.

"Al, you must remember that we are the great silver race, and the decline now is only a moment. Once the Mother God returns, our era will definitely come back."

His grandfather often says this.

Al once asked his grandfather, who is the mother god?

Grandpa told him that the Mother God is the greatest existence in the world, the true master of the world, and the kind mother who protects them...

"So... do we also have our own gods?"

He asked in surprise.

"Silly kid."

Grandpa touched his head, looking fanatical and pious:

"The Mother God is not a mere god, but a real ancient god!"

From that day on, Al has been full of expectations for the Mother Goddess.

He longs for a happy and stable life, and also wants to have his own small garden.

However... until the day his grandfather passed away, he still did not see the return of the mother god.

But even so, he still firmly believed in his grandfather's words...

Until that day...

A group of ferocious orcs finally discovered their settlement. After a cruel battle, the Qingzhu people died in battle, while women and children became prisoners...

Among them are him and two other sisters.

At this time, Al realized that the life of wandering and hiding was not the most sad.

The most difficult thing is that the family is destroyed and the people are destroyed, and they become prisoners.

The women in the detained ethnic group gradually disappeared one by one.

And they were locked in a small stone prison by the orcs, and the light of day was gone.

Every day, only green fruits fill the hunger.

According to the orcs, they wanted to wait for the human caravan to pass by and sell Al and others for a good price...

Humans...

Al shuddered.

If the orcs are demons, then humans are undoubtedly demons...

While in the tribe, he heard countless tragic stories about the tribesmen who became slaves of humanity...

Those cunning, greedy, lustful bastards can do anything.

At this moment, he even wanted to die of a hunger strike.

But when he thought of his other two sisters, his heart softened.

"Ayer, you are a boy, you must protect your sisters."

Before his death, this was my grandfather’s last advice to him.

Thinking of this, Al clenched his fists...

"Grandpa...I'm really useless...I'm really useless..."

As time goes by, Al is becoming more and more desperate.

However, facing his two young sisters, he had no choice but to become stronger and cheer up.

He was thinking about ways to escape all the time, but... the orcs really stared at them too hard.

This kind of days lasted for several months.

Until today...

With a "sharp" sound, the prison door that had not been opened for a long time was finally opened.

Al shuddered and looked outside vigilantly, while his two sisters hid behind him like frightened deer.

"Is this day finally here? Is this... going to sell us?"

Al clenched his fists...at the same time he began to think about how to take the opportunity to escape.

However, the orcs did not come in, but threw a tied figure in, and then turned around and left.

Al was slightly stunned and looked at the figure.

"Elf...Elf?!"

This... was the first time he saw his tribe members after several months.

That was a very strange elf.

He was covered in blood, seriously injured, his face was extremely pale, and his breath was weak.

However, his eyes were particularly bright.

Just one glance, Al felt that he could not take his sight away.

This tribe is very different. He seems to have a sense of fearlessness, which Al has never seen in anyone else.

His eyes were not as dim and turbid as the former tribe members.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and a unique unruly feeling. It seemed that he had seen everything in the world very lightly.

He even stuck out his tongue hard at the other person's back when the orc turned around!

This is a funny guy...

And, full of vitality and hope!

Al has never seen such an existence in the elves.

For a moment, his heart was full of curiosity.

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke softly:

"You... are you okay?"

The other party seemed to be startled. When he turned around and saw Al, he couldn't help but shout:

"Damn it! Elf?"

Al was startled by his voice and hid slightly backwards.

He saw the strange elf in front of him change his face several times, and he was happy, excited, and complicated again.

Al hesitated for a moment and asked again:

"That... you shed a lot of blood..."

"Does it really matter?"

Then, Al saw the strange elf's expression suddenly became very gentle.

The other party nodded, coughing up blood and smiling:

"Ahem, I'm fine."

Al:...

"You...you are vomiting blood!"

He didn't care about anything else and hurried forward to help the other party loosen their ties.

"Are you... arrested?"

He asked curiously while using cloth strips to wrap the wounds.

After gaining relief, the strange elf nodded first and shook his head:

"No, I'm just a well-behaved locator."

Al:...

...

Al discovered again that this strange elf was also very strange to speak.
To be continued...