But that gaze eventually settled on two individuals who called themselves Short-Eared Elf.
After a moment of silence, a hissing sound of pistons deflating suddenly rang out, and several connecting parts slowly opened. The mech removed its helmet, which was too large for it, revealing a human head that was very small compared to the mech.
At this moment, the mech, or rather the lord of this satellite city, looked extremely out of place, as if if he were to make a simple movement of raising both arms to the sides, the shoulder armor on both sides would crush the head in the middle.
Even so, he decisively removed his helmet, revealing an aged face.
He looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with white hair and beard, and his face was deeply lined with wrinkles.
The old man gazed intently down at the two elves and tentatively asked:
Do you remember me?
The moment those words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.
Although it wasn't as obvious as someone unconsciously opening their mouth wide, the simultaneous gasps from everyone after a brief silence coalesced into a sound that couldn't be ignored.
Neither the Soul Returner nor the city defense soldiers had any idea what had happened.
Is this person a friend of the city lord?
Was it inappropriate to point a weapon at the other person just now?
Some soldiers couldn't help but think of this question, and others had similar ideas. Even the players had started to imagine a good show.
If anyone is completely unmoved by this moment, it would be Kebola, who is currently undergoing the resurrection process.
Normally, the resurrection of those from the Eternal Domain after death would attract a lot of attention, but the bright yellow light emitted by Marquis Kebola's resurrection was completely overshadowed by potentially even more explosive news.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen next, but then they saw the two Short-Eared Elf also looking puzzled.
The two huddled together and whispered a few words before the young man asked, somewhat hesitantly:
"You are... Little Collins?"
Hahahaha, I knew you'd still remember me!
He casually tossed the heavy, large helmet to the city defense captain beside him, and the seemingly calm and capable old city lord leaped over the city wall.
The height difference between the city wall and the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess was only seven or eight meters. With a "bang," the "little" Collins landed on the upper deck of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] had already quietly reassured and explained things to the Machine Spirit, so Collins's big jump didn't elicit any sound from the Machine Spirit.
The nearly four-meter-tall mecha pilot looked down at the two Short-Eared Elf, but there was no arrogance in his eyes. Instead, it was as if a child was looking at their elder...
"Hey, hey, hey, looks like we're about to enter the CG scene, everyone hurry up and act like normal people!"
A perceptive player suddenly whispered.
"I understand the logic, but what can we actually do in the CG?"
"That's what the other person asked."
But then [ the Do Some Farm Work ] quietly approached the group, rummaged in his small bag on his back, and slipped two pieces of dried meat into each person's hand.
"Things have come to this..."
Everyone understood the implication and immediately echoed:
Let's eat first.
"Yes, but where did you get the dried meat?"
One person looked at [ the Do Some Farm Work ] with a puzzled expression, while the other person said with a matter-of-fact look:
"I stole it from [ Good Times Don't Last ] during the chaotic battle."
"There are still so many? Enough for one person to eat two!"
"Is it possible that it's not that there's too much dried meat, but rather... that too many of our people have died?"
That makes sense.
"Forget about logic, let's eat and watch, it seems like we're getting into the plot."
"..."
Everyone looked at the city lord who had just arrived not far away, only to see him asking with the same childish manner as a child looking at an elder:
"How have you all been all these years?"
The Short-Eared Elf scratched his hair sheepishly and said:
"Although I know it's been a long time, in my memory, it was only a few months ago that I met you."
"Why... is this?"
The aged city lord showed a look of astonishment.
He has a certain understanding of elves, and their long lifespan has endowed them with extraordinary memory abilities.
An elf would certainly remember things from seventy or eighty years ago, but it wouldn't describe them in this way.
"To be honest, we were also sealed away for a long time, and we were only freed a few hours ago."
The Short-Eared Elf said seriously:
"Because the situation was critical, I teleported to the nearest human settlement, and that's how it turned out."
"So that's how it is?"
The city lord was momentarily stunned, then heard another familiar voice—the one from the taciturn female assassin—ask earnestly:
" Little Collins, where are we now?"
"The two of you are currently within the Graycast Corridor, in Satellite City No. 42, the closest border town to the Wilderness of Chaos."
The elderly city lord straightened up and said earnestly:
"I am ordered by the Grand Foundry Master to guard this place and prevent even a single Blood Corpse from crossing."
" Graycast Corridor, Satellite City, Grand Foundry Master..."
The male elf showed a helpless expression:
"It seems I missed many interesting things during the time I was sealed away."
He thought for a moment and then stopped the urge to express his feelings. Instead, he said to the city lord:
"Our sudden appearance here is also a disturbance to you, so let me briefly explain the current situation--"
As he spoke, he turned to the side and gestured to introduce the returning Soul Returner:
"These people are from the Second Holy See. Although I don't know what the Second Holy See is, they are not bad people."
"Although they broke my seal, they ultimately prevented a disaster and are doing their best to make amends."
"You broke the seal?!"
The city lord, Collins, turned his head and glared angrily at the Soul Returner. Although he was old, he still unleashed an undisguised killing intent in that instant.
However, what came into his view was not some vicious thugs or a madman who didn't care about anything, but five young men who were grinding their teeth at dried meat like hamsters.
Collins felt like he'd punched a pillow, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
The Short-Eared Elf continued to explain at this moment:
"It's alright, my seal isn't permanent anyway, it needs regular maintenance to keep running."
"As a result, we were both sealed away. No one knows the location of the seal or how to maintain it. It's already quite remarkable that it has lasted for nearly a hundred years."
Upon hearing this, Collins turned around reluctantly and said:
"Since you put it that way, then I have nothing to resent."
"However, you still don't know about the Second Holy See?"
The elf shrugged:
"I've only been out for a few hours and I've already heard three new place names: the Second Holy See, the Graycast Corridor, and the Eternal Domain. These aren't places I've heard of before. If you don't mind, could you tell me about them?"