After resting for a while, the friends stood up and set off at the urging of the mistress, followed the footsteps of the dog-headed man to the outside of the city. After the temporary camp was set up again, the mistress leaned on a tree and entered her "meditation".

Everyone exchanged strange eyes. Maya could understand the feelings of her friends and know what her mother had. Humans had the habit of fighting side by side with their allies, and it was uneasy to watch.

The wars of the Dark Elves are completely different. First, they use a large number of cannon fodder to die as the leader. This type of character is usually held by alien slaves. Once the opponent's traps and arrows are exhausted, it is the raider and war machine that will come on, and finally send their own soldiers to set the victory. The Nashasbanon family owned, no, they once had three thousand dark elves soldiers, and they can be considered a powerful force in Black Rock City. Maya is the eldest daughter, she is responsible for commanding the family army and is well versed in the war techniques of the Dark Elves. But that is all the past. She is now a nun of the Mother of the Earth, and her past actions have become a midnight nightmare, which makes her unable to sleep or eat.

The nun sat next to the knight and hugged her knees in a daze. Now only this deep-faced man could make her feel at ease. Ofelia was unwilling to get close to the knight, which was also the reason Maya chose Klaus. She had been with humans for too long and unconsciously learned to rely on men.

Another sign of weakness, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Everything my mother did today was just repeating the inherent tactics, just like when she came to the surface, her first thought was to occupy the land of mankind rather than try to live in peace. Mother could not change, and Ofeyia was justOphiliya, and she would always do evil. As the spokesperson of the Mother of the Earth, Maya should bravely stand up, draw a clear line with her mother, and driveOphiliya away.

No, Maya remembered that the mistress kidnapped thousands of hostages in the Green Skin Counterattack and presented nearly a hundred of them as sacrifices to the demon. She must be arrested and tried to convict her.

If it were a normal family of dark elves, the eldest daughter Maya would challenge her mother's authority at about two hundred years old, trying to murder her and replace her. Maya just turned 161 this year, and no matter what skin color the elves are, they are too young.

She was ashamed to admit that she was afraid of her mother and was afraid of death, especially when she witnessed her mother turning her sister into a spider-turned elf without any mercy. The fear was deeply engraved into the nun's heart and did not disappear after half a century.

They had been sitting in the forest for almost two hours, which Dandrian had calculated without authorization. Not counting the hourglass that can be seen everywhere, there is a clock in the Holy City, with the pedestal being the size of a carriage. There are three beautiful and slender copper pointers, which are called "clicking" sounds as the gears rotate. The amazing inventor Leonardo di Piero da Vinci told him that the three pointers represent "seconds", "minutes" and "hours". The great poet sat next to the clock all day, and since then he has especially liked to guess time.

Because the mistress handed over the bowl and was born with curiosity, Dandrian thought he was very familiar with the mistress, so he decided to ask two questions. The poet approached Orphelia and saw that the mistress had his eyes closed and his legs were sitting cross-legged against the tree. But the poet was after all, pursuing (as opposed to harassing) a man who had been a man of Christina for two years, and knew that the elf could not control his ears. The same was true for the mistress. Her ears drooped down, like an exhausted donkey. Dandrian was amused by this idea.

To be fair, the mistress's dark skin is quite close to that of a donkey.

The white-haired "donkey" suddenly raised his sharp ears, and looked at him with red eyes for a moment, as if he was planning to kill someone. Dandrian was used to the surprise of the mistress. She had never explained how she came out of the Rising Sun City, but when she looked in her cuff, the poet guessed that the bruises and scars would not disappear easily, and became stories written into the skin.

"Uh, ma'am." The mistress glanced at him and leaned her head back to the tree, and her ears drooped.

Women don’t regard Dandrian as a threat, which is one of his advantages.

"Say." Ofelia went further and did not regard Dandrian as the object of equal conversation. She did not look at the poet at all.

"How long will it take to wait? I want to ask." He originally wanted to say "everyone", but then he thought that the dark elves seemed to despise their behavior of showing weakness.

The dark elves' reaction was to ignore it, but the mistress ignored Dandrian's shamelessness and her own isolation. The great poet sat next to her and was very close to her.

"I think you've made a mistake, ma'am."

The dark elves' ignorance did not hinder the poet's performance. Those who made their fortunes in street performances had long since been thrown away.

"You need us, not we need you. If necessary, we can leave and rely on Miss Carlotte's help." The poet looked at Emily, who was flipping through books, and it seemed that all the mages would bury their heads in the book when they were idle.

The mistress raised her ears and turned her face to him, her red pupils were full of mockery. "Human, you won't leave those girls alone." Orphelia sneered.

"Do you want to make a bet?" The poet looked into the mistress's red eyes, making sure she knew her true character. "A few days ago, when I saw the ship escorting these girls by, I chose not to save them." Dandrian pointed at the girls and accidentally shouted loudly.

Sarah widened her eyes, but she didn't expect that the girl's ears were also good, and the other girls also interrupted the chat. The silent condemnation made Dandrian blush and his neck thick.

"Give me a reason not to leave you behind." Since he was heard, he simply tore off his face and directed everyone's attention to the mistress. One-on-one suddenly turned one-on-many, and Ofelia blinked again and again, and it seemed that she was about to pounce on Dandrian, but in the end she gave up.

Maya was so surprised that she couldn't stop talking. She had never seen her mother admit defeat. Orphelia has always been a symbol of toughness in her heart. She was too wrong and was destined to be a mistress. The dark elves are known for their cunningness and are only ranked second in cruelty. The situation is stronger than others, so Orphelia cannot bow her head.

"First of all, there is a mage in this city. He is probably crazy, but he is very strong." Ofelia's eyes fell on Emily, "much stronger than you."

Emily stopped turning the pages of the book. She was a popular candidate for the great wizard after all, and her battlefield experience was no less than that of an experienced knight. Emily glared at the mistress and turned her eyes back to the book, but she couldn't see it.

"He can grasp what is happening in every corner of the city."

The dog-headed people entering the city seem to be crowded, but unfortunately the good times didn't last long. The loose alliance immediately disintegrated, and each tribe has a favorite treasure. The Claw Tribe wants bricks, which is a rare commodity in the jungle. It is much better to shelter from wind and rain than wooden sticks. The Sharp Tribe likes iron tools, even if it is rusted, it is better than quenching wooden sticks. The Rotten Face Tribe loves shiny things, and the Scar Tribe chooses to find bones.

Nearly a thousand dog-headed men scattered into the city, as if fine sand was pouring into the water, without causing any turmoil.

"Then he will react and wake up his lackey."Ophiliya said this sentence with gritted teeth, adding too much emotion to her. She was ashamed to admit that in Kyrandil's eyes, she was just a prostitute who was dedicated to venting. As for managing three meals a day and cleaning up the house, it was just to let the sadist Kyrandil relive the feeling of living.

The elf wizard has never shortage of "managers", and the master's mother has seen it.

The casualties first appeared in the Spiroot tribe. The Rising Sun City was full of treasures. Each lodged skeleton was equipped with weapons. Civilians had decorative daggers, while soldiers had armor, spears, and swords. The spear rod was corroded, and the sword blades and spearheads were rusted. But who said that the dog-headed man could not smelite iron? The little guys were as if they had found a treasure and bent down to select satisfactory weapons.

The skeleton stood up at an incredible speed and inserted its weapon into the dog-headed man's body. Those who were lucky enough to die would die in a few days because of this bacteria with rich surface of old iron.

Then the disaster was the Rot-Face tribe, who was smashed to death by a skeleton with a belt inlaid with a "shining little thing" and strangled to death. The Scar Tribe was not much better. Except for the Claw Tribe, most of the kowtowers suffered a catastrophe. The little guys were not completely unable to fight back, but even if the skeleton was knocked down, they would soon stand up again. The kowtowers screamed and ran for their lives, but found that the road they came was gone.

The city changed the terrain with someone's will, and the surviving little guys were compressed together. Out of despair, they lay on the ground, exposing their belly to please and admit defeat. But the skeletons had no feelings, unlike trolls who needed to follow. Not long after, all the dog-headed men who entered the city became cold corpses. Only the Claw Tribe survived, they only picked up fallen bricks from the abandoned houses outside the city, and their behavior was similar to animals, which did not arouse Kyrandil's alertness.

"So the bones are actually golems?" Emily interrupted.

"Right..." Ofelia paused, and she tried to recall the master's name, "Emily." The mistress smiled.

Emily raised an eyebrow and looked at the dark elf very formally. Obviously, she didn't expect that the mistress, who always had humans, had a lot of humans, had a lot of eyes on her.

"The large-scale battle will consume his physical strength and make him sleepless for the next half day." The mistress drove away some unpleasant imaginations in her mind, so she could say the following words, "This is our opportunity."

This humble man is right, she urgently needs help.

"It's dark, we'll go into the city."

Because at that time, after the day of pretending to be a fool, Kailandier returned home and started hitting me, fucking me, torture me, eating the food I made, and sleeping like a dead pig, maybe fucking me twice before going to bed.

The mistress pulled out the dagger and scared Dandrian away, causing the knight who was sleeping not far away to almost draw his sword. Humph, human, she felt the sharp edge with her palm, and recalled the pleasure of the tip of the knife cutting the mage's throat over and over again.
Chapter completed!