988: Chapter 104: The Welcoming Team 988: Chapter 104: The Welcoming Team The vast Lost Forest is often referred to as the Sea of Trees because when viewed from above, the forest appears as a green ocean.
After several hours of flight, the closer they approached the central part of the Lost Forest, the denser the woods beca.
Beyond the green trees, blue sky, and white clouds, no other colors could be seen.
Flying in the air, surrounded by an endless expanse of trees in all directions, without the sun in the sky, it would be hard for anyone to discern their bearings.
If one looked to the west, there lies a massive river several kiloters wide.
The girls were familiar with this river, having seen it in the Shining Forest.
It is the upper stream of the Naramia River, originating from the Winged People Mountain Range.
Unlike the turbulent waters of the Naramia’s middle course through the Shining Forest, the upper stream flows gently here.
From a distance, the silvery surface resembles a satin ribbon quietly weaving through the forest, providing its life with sustenance.
Including the largest Bylgas River and the second largest Naramia River in the Yarran World, there are more than thirty rivers of varying sizes within the Forest of Death.
Most of them are tributaries of these two major rivers, spreading out like a web in all directions and enriching the forest with Water-attribute Elentals.
Continuing directly forward along the Naramia River, at a bend in the river, there is a very peculiar area.
The outer periter of this area is encircled by giant trees that stand over one hundred and fifty ters tall.
These circularly arranged giants shield the space within—a space spanning over forty or fifty square kiloters.
Due to the great height of these trees, surpassing other canopies, it is difficult to see inside.
When the Horned Eagle Beast squadron saw these giant trees, they instantly changed formation.
No longer flying in their original arrowhead or fish-scale pattern, the entire guard detachnt dispersed, enclosing the visiting guests at the center, while the Horned Eagle Beasts carrying the visitors drew closer to one another, arranging themselves into the densest possible formation without interference.
The formation change happened in an instant, and following this, all the Horned Eagle Beasts simultaneously raised their heads to the sky, letting out a resounding eagle cry.
The neat eagle cry seed like a signal, and as soon as it ended, dozens of feathered arrows were shot towards the sky from inside the Circular Giant Trees.
The arrows were apparently specially crafted, whistling sharply as they flew.
The collective whistle of dozens of arrows resonated throughout the entire riverbay area.
Accompanied by this whistling, forty Horned Eagle Beasts rose leisurely into the sky from within the Circular Giant Trees.
Instead of dashing at high speed, these magical beasts now leisurely flapped their wings, slowly approaching the vast visiting procession.
“Welco to the Elven Royal Court, friends,” Flare patted her Horned Eagle Beast on the neck, maneuvering it quickly into the welcoming crowd before turning back with the elegance befitting a queen to address everyone, “Most of you friends are not here for the first ti and are already acquainted with the temperant of our elves.
We won’t prepare any overly grandiose ceremony as it is not our intent to slight anyone, and I hope you all can understand.
Alright, the timing is just right.
Please follow , I will guide you to rest for a while, and then we’ve prepared a special elven-style dinner for you all.
You won’t be disappointed.”
“Hahaha, I love elven dinners the most,” Conaida was indeed an unusual dwarf.
To most dwarves, only huge barrels of ale and bowls of richly flavored stew could be considered the best food.
Sitting by the fireplace, drinking beer heartily and boasting about one’s past heroic exploits was the epito of a happy life.
Thus, the elves’ preference for light foods and their obsessive attention to detail in culinary preparation was not to the taste of dwarves, who even held a mutual disdain for each other over such differences.
Elves could not stand the dwarves’ boorishness and stubbornness.
The term ‘dwarf’s head’ was used by elves to describe soone who was inflexible and resistant to change, and dwarven artifacts were likened by elves to artless junk.
Likewise, dwarves disliked the elves’ seemingly lazy attitude towards life and their relentless pursuit of delicate and exquisite artistry.
‘Wait till the elves hurry up’ was a dwarf proverb which ant essentially the sa as the human phrase ‘wait until Yarra Doomsday.’ Moreover, food truly like that of the elves was used to scorn products that were all about appearances but lacking in substance.
Holding such disdain for one another over these trivial matters, even developing it into national culture, was a testant to the boredom and idleness of these long-lived races.”
Nevertheless, there are always exceptions within a race, and Conaida was such an exception.
Optimistic and cheerful, generous yet not rude, he held firm beliefs but was not obstinate.
As a Mountain Dwarf, his architectural style was both sturdy and exquisite.
It was said that the Zeus Statue and the Wind Cathedral of the Wind God Church in the City of Freedom, built two hundred years ago, were his masterpieces, receiving unanimous praise from all races.
Such a man, naturally, had no aversion to elven food; on the contrary, he quite appreciated the elaborate elven dishes and often made excuses to visit the elf towns in the Lost Forest, in truth, just to enjoy their food more often.
Therefore, he imdiately laughed in response to Flare, “As long as Her Majesty provides enough food, we will definitely not mind, hahaha, it doesn’t matter even if we’re neglected a bit, as long as it’s on a long-term basis.”
It was clear to everyone that at least half of the welcoming party behind Flare rolled their eyes, and even a few made contemptuous gestures at Conaida where their queen could not see.
Conaida, unfazed by these old acquaintances who scorned him, cheerfully responded with similar gestures, unwilling to be at a loss.
The greeters were all high-ranking managers among the elves.
If this had been a gathering of humans, such behavior would certainly not occur, but the relaxed nature of elves ant they lacked many of the complicated rules and did not twist their inner thoughts deliberately.
They naturally expressed their attitudes outright.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Pannis felt the weight of nurous lethal glares on him.
The thick hostility and intent to kill flowed from all directions.
Had it not been for the desire to avoid international repercussions, countless arrows might have already secretly flown at him from unknown angles.
Pannis, with an awkward smile and a heart full of apology and respect for Flare, could not be as casual as usual in front of Flare’s people.
He could only perform a perfect gentleman’s bow mid-air, hand on chest, and said, “Then please, Your Majesty, lead the way.
We have been looking forward to elven cuisine for a long ti now.” (To be continued.
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