Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1215 - 1: The Expeditionary Warriors

Chapter 1215: Chapter 1: The Expeditionary Warriors

"Oooo~~~~~~", the clear sound of the horn rang out above the forest, as more than thirty robust Horned Eagle Beasts took to the skies, circling continually. Atop each Horned Eagle Beast rode a fully armed Elf Warrior, who, after reluctantly circling the Elven Royal Court a few times, rushed towards the distant horizon at the sound of another horn, disappearing into the sea of clouds at the edge of the sky.

To this scene, the Elves living in the King’s Court seemed accustomed. When the second horn sounded, all the Elves outside dropped their work, took off their hats, and held them against their chests as they looked up to the sky, offering sincere respect and heartfelt blessings to the departing warriors. There were no flowers, no ceremonies, just a hope for a reunion—an age-old custom among the Elves. When brave warriors went to battle, those who remained would send them off in this manner. Once the warriors had finally left, each Elf would calmly resume their previously interrupted activities. There was no crying, no reluctance, only tranquility in their eyes. At the onset of war, everyone was already prepared, knowing that if the warriors fell, the remaining civilians would take up arms, fighting to the very end, whether it were the last man, the last enemy, or the last Elf standing. Elves were such a race: lazy, elegant, yet fiercely brave, unafraid of any challenge or war.

"Ooooo~~~~~~~", soon after, another long horn sound was heard, and more Horned Eagle Beasts took to the sky, their spread wings blocking the sunlight above the tree tops.

While many Elf Warriors were leaving the sky, a small team on the ground was moving in the opposite direction, slowly approaching the gates of the Elven Royal Court from a distance.

"It seems Flare did receive the message, so that’s why she had you wait at the outpost for us and returned in advance," said the golden-haired swordsman, clutching a handful of bright red berries and casually tossing one into his mouth, speaking indistinctly. "But why didn’t she tell you directly?"

Naturally, the speaker was the languid Pannis. About ten days ago, the fortunate expedition team, which had suffered no casualties, swiftly left the Core Area of the Forest of Death with the help of the Teleportation Array. Just as they stepped out of the Rordelansor Ring Mountain, they were greeted by friends who had been waiting at the mountain’s entrance. However, unexpectedly, Flare had not been waiting at the newly built outpost as she had said. Instead, a strange Elf had taken her place, purportedly a courier of the King’s Court, who had risked his life to fly here and summon Flare back to the Elven Royal Court. Even if one was riding a flying mount, anyone who could venture alone into the wilderness outside had to have the strength of a Demigod, although it was unclear which reclusive Demigod of the Elves he was.

Unfortunately, this courier was only there to deliver a message and had no knowledge of what the emergency was. It was said that Flare’s task before leaving was to help the expedition team return safely to the King’s Court. As for other matters, Her Majesty the Queen had made no arrangements.

The journey back was much smoother than the initial journey, as they were no longer limited by mission time constraints and could advance slowly through the forest, avoiding many dangerous areas. Therefore, although it took the team about ten days to return to the Elven Royal Court from the wandering wilderness, the journey was quite relaxed, encountering no danger. However, as they neared the King’s Court, they saw several teams of Elf Warriors riding Horned Eagle Beasts flying towards the outer forest periodically. This must have been the Elf Forest Guards’ method of gathering. They assembled from their respective stationing points in small squads and rushed to predetermined locations near the forest border before forming into a large troop to engage in battle.

"Perhaps she wasn’t sure at the time," said the Child of Light and Darkness, spreading her white and black wings, steadying herself atop her designated transport, still habitually tugging at the thick mane of a scorpion-tailed lion. Since the expedition team had emerged from the wandering wilderness and caught up with what had transpired in the Core Forest, the two Winged Girls had almost constantly ridden on Dillie, regardless of the poor scorpion-tailed lion’s protests. They refused to leave, even as those around laughed. In the end, the exasperated Dillie gave up resisting and accepted the presence of the two ’decorations’ on its back, and whether it was genuinely unwilling or secretly pleased, no one knew.

"Sister Flare received a message from the King’s Court sent to the outpost a few days ago," said one girl. "She told us there were urgent matters the King’s Court needed to address, and then she left on her own," added the other. "She probably wasn’t sure what was happening." "That’s why she didn’t tell us the exact news," they concluded. "But we’re really upset." "Exactly, we had agreed to wait together for you to come out." "And then she ran off first."

"She’s different from you two little ones; you don’t need to participate in tribe decisions and can wander freely, but she’s responsible for over 800,000 people in the tribe," Pannis patted Tiya’s head, trying to console her. "So, her running back on her own was unavoidable. Look at these troops, the Elves are already so anxiously preparing for battle; the outside must already be overshadowed by war," he explained.

"Oh Brother Kyle, don’t make us sound like fools." "Yes, yes, such a simple truth, of course we understand." "But we still have to complain." "After all, a promise should not be broken."

"Ding-dong," the crisp sound of a Flaron Harp rang close by, accompanied by a singing-like voice: "Her Majesty the Queen regrets the circumstances, so she sent me to wait here, ready to welcome back the triumphant heroes at any moment."

"Huh? Muir, you rascal, how come you’re not out preparing for battle? Someone like you who can support on a large scale should be very needed by the outside troops," Pannis eyed the beautiful Elf approaching slowly and remarked, "And we haven’t returned in triumph; we are merely a group of failures."

"No, you’re wrong," Muir stepped up to Pannis, patting his shoulder. "Anyone who dares to delve into the heart of the forest to confront a mighty foe and returns unharmed can already be considered a triumphant hero. As for whether the mission was successful or not, apart from our own efforts, it also depends on whether luck is on our side. Right now, it seems that luck doesn’t quite favor us."