How did that woman do it? Living among humans, she can live calmly. Maya of the Nashasbanon family is a high-level priest of Rose in Black Rock City, and even when she arrived on the surface, she actually became a great nun of Terra. Her role changes so quickly that it made Ella Scho, a small family, couldn't understand it.

In contrast, she, who converted less than a year later than Maya, seemed not very favored by the church. If Ella had not been willing to follow Yelena to the Grand Duchy to drink wind and eat snow, she would still be peeling onions in the monastery on the outskirts of the city. The storm and snow in the Grand Duchy did not make Ella regret this decision for a day, and it also deviated from her original intention - to become Lyon Wood's partner.

But that guy had something wrong, and to be honest, he was missing, which seriously disrupted Ella's plan.

Another cold wind rushed over with snowflakes, and the dark elf shrank her neck so cold that she had long given up the pure white nun's robe that declared her identity, wrapped in a fur coat made of wolf or fox skin, but this still seemed to be not enough to fight against the damn weather.

This is also the rare moment when she missed the discomfort and fear of Rizhao. The sun was not seen in Heiyan City, so naturally there was no spring, summer, autumn and winter, and it was even more impossible to be cold.

"Bless you, nun." The boy passing by greeted her, with tremolo still in his words. I don't know if it was blown by the wind or because I was frightened when I saw her black face and red eyes.

"I wish you too, child." The nun responded with a smile, lit up the boy's face. Ella is a very beautiful woman. As long as she wants, her smile can always find friends for her.

When the boy and herself ran away from each other, the nun sighed and his face returned to stiffness. She made a lot of effort to restrain her disgust towards the man. Considering her experience, it was not easy. However, she couldn't control her physical tension at all. Even if the boy was about to ask, she looked fourteen years old and even if the boy had already walked away, her pointed ears under her hood were still standing high.

The nun's destination was the city wall. Although it was the job of a local priest to confess the soldiers, she felt that she would not appear a few more times and might be forgotten. The tribe that entered the country had been defeated by the Duchy Prince, and Ella, the helpers who were brought to Yelina, did not get much chance to play. If it weren't for the new enemy known as the "Yankan" appeared, they would have returned home now.

Others have their own places to go home, but Ella is not very satisfied with this - she is really fed up with being a pure nun in the monastery. The appearance of the Yankees saved Ella in disguise. She didn't have to go back to peel onions, at least not for the time being.

The road was covered with black mud that was trampled and frozen again, which made her slippery under her feet every step she took. Compared to the woman in the north, Ella was a small man, and her warm leather jacket was also made according to the standards of the locals. She was heavy and big, and she looked like she was wearing armor. The dark elf could not escape the fate of slipping and falling down. She even slid out for a short time until some gentleman's feet.

"Oh, Sister Ella, are you okay?" The great poet Dandrian bent down and stretched out his hand to the nun. However, Ella did not answer. The red eyes that were dripping blood did not look at him, but stared at the sky blankly. Dandrian couldn't help but follow him.

In winter in the north, the sky is more elegant than the ground. At least there are still coniferous forests that cannot be frozen and snow rabbits that occasionally emerge. The sky is monotonous and desperate, and even the color of the sun is almost the same as that of the clouds.

The nun stared at an eagle and could see God. Objectively speaking, the eagle was indeed big enough. Look at the spreading wings, they were probably the same size as an adult, but this could not be a reason to lie on the ground. The poet took his own initiative to pull the nun and pulled her up. As for the mud on his back and legs, there was a difference between men and women. The other party was the shepherd of the Mother of the Earth, and he could only pretend not to see it.

"Thank you." The nun's answer was very formulaic, and his body posture was also stiff, as if he was deliberately trying to keep a distance from Dandrian.

"Where are you going? Do you need my company?" How could Dandrian have so many women when he is not thick-skinned?

The game between gentlemen and ladies was not going on. The trumpet was blown on the top of the city, melodiously and stumbled, dragging for a long time. Since the trumpeter was still leisurely showing off his pubic capacity, even laymen like Dandrian and Ella could hear the trick.

"It seems that our friend is back." The poet smiled and made a gesture of invitation to the city gate.

Ella once again gave a false smile without sincerity, "Friends"? The word "Dark Elf" is not available in the dictionary. It is a friend of the white skin who encroached on the surface and drove his own tribe into the ground. Don't joke!

The city gates were not closed during the day, and the Northern Bingfeng had not yet arrived here. Neither the mayor nor his daughter wanted to be too timid. The rider who came from a distance did not attract much attention. Sam recognized the person, and that was not Carter. In order to cover up his baldness, he simply shaved his hair, and the result was that his hairless forehead could reflect the sun more than the snow.

Carter shouted all the way, but he couldn't hear it when he arrived at the city gate, but he suddenly covered his mouth and stopped screaming. He just rode his horse through the door hole and ran into the city.

"What's wrong? Carter!" Sam ran to the side facing the city.

"Fa, Mr. Mage, North, the Northern Man is here!" It turned out that the fool Carter bit his tongue and stuttered.

The Northerner? Before Sam could continue asking, Carter had already run away, looking at the direction of going to the barracks in the city.

The Northerner? The legendary barbarian who eats people and doesn't spit bones? What about Erin and Klaus? Sam ran to the outside of the city wall like a madman, and most of his body stretched out. Because the woods blocked him, he saw nothing.

The serious defense measures should be cut down all the woods beside the city wall. He also suggested this to Miss Ye Lina, but unfortunately he was not adopted.

The fruitless look made him anxious. Sam caught a passing soldier and asked the other party to quickly close the city gate.

"Wait! Don't close it first!" He called out to the soldiers who had already run away, making others puzzled.

"The people outside have not come back yet..."

His reason was simply untenable, but the city gate below could not be closed immediately. It was far from enough to rely on a panicked rider and a nervous mage.

Sam no longer wasted talk with the soldier. He used unconscious force on his hands, clutching the bricks. He no longer cared about the pain of being frozen.

A real hero will find a horse to go out to save people, such as Lyon, like Christina. But he is just an unknown wizard. All Sam can do is to use the spells he remembered last night in his mind.

Thankfully, he had plenty of solitude and sleep time every night, not at all like the great poet Dandrian.
Chapter completed!