"We won't go anywhere." The young woman combed the little boy's dirty curly hair with her hands. The boy and a younger girl hugged her thighs, making her look like a hen that protects her cubs: "Sir Knight, the terrible green skin is everywhere, and only by following the army can you survive." Many people responded to her, and even if the rest didn't say anything, they nodded gloomy.

Christina looked for Hank's figure, and wanted to get his support. They were all residents of the Baron. The young nobles were surrounded by a group of people. The gratitude farmer took off his hat and knelt on his knees, scrambling to kiss his ring. The young man was busy playing heroes and did not notice the elves' dilemma.'What can I do? The troops were not enough, and I couldn't tell the rescued civilians home. But how could I take the common people to fight?'The elves woman held her forehead, and the women and children looked at her pitifully. She felt that what she wanted to say next was extremely difficult,' But I must do this.'

When Green lowered his voice, he could hear it as if he was not human, "Sir, take them with him, they are all women and children, and..." The veteran winked, and she looked along, and several Hank's soldiers found friends and family among the prisoners, and burst into tears. "There are women in the army, and those who are in the army can eat more decently." The veteran comforted the dejected elf woman and accidentally brought her and the mage into a rank of thick-scratched man.

During camping, the girl who was responsible for distributing the dinner filled a bowl of steaming stew and handed it to the elves. Christina nodded and thanked. The girl's face turned red with excitement. She clumsyly curtsey and pushed the pot away. The elves stirred the bowl with a wooden spoon to mix the meat, potatoes and cabbage, and tasted a small bite in doubt. It was much better than the jerky that could only be sliced ​​with a hammer, she admitted.

After the meal, the chat by the campfire began. Several vulgar jokes about women made the atmosphere in the camp reach the peak. The elves were sure that some big-headed soldiers were out of breath. Only in the circle where the elves were in, everyone was talking about the weather seriously. Christina took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. She responded in a few words in a salty and light manner, and then she wanted to leave. The soldiers stood up in a hurry and watched her leave. The elves clearly heard the breathing of relief from several people. 'Hmph, man.' The hearing that is better than humans makes Christina have to accept all pornographic jokes. Although many contents cannot be understood, it is enough to make her bow her head and walk.

The elf found the tent to house the wounded soldiers, and Emily had been busy inside. She commanded several peasant girls to change the bandages and clean the wounds. It's a pity that you should stay by the bonfire and kill the men, and make the men blush. The elf maliciously pondered. Christina did not disturb her old friend. She found a seriously injured soldier and walked to his bedside. The man's eyes were closed, and his face was pale and could no longer cover the purple blood vessels under his skin. The soldier's abdomen was covered with several circles of cloth strips, which were stained with blood, and the original color could not be seen. The elf gently pressed the wound.

"Mother of the Earth..." Christina closed her eyes, and a soft blue light appeared on her fingertips: "Please heal him." The wounded breathing gradually stabilized and she fell into a deep sleep. "Take off the bandage." The elf instructed the part-time nurse who was standing beside her. She did not stay too long and continued to look for the critically injured. She knew that she was the closest to the priest in this team. The elf woman had not been looking for it for a long time. The right hand of a strong man was twisted to a strange angle, and her lower lips and teeth disappeared. The girl who came to help wiped the mixture of blood and saliva on his chin with a towel. The elf silently recited the prayer. Against the holy blue light, she was not as beautiful as a living creature in the mortal world.

The country girls who helped in the tent widened their eyes and looked at the high elves surrounded by the holy light. Emily counted silently, 'One, two, three...seven, too many, and they were showing off again.' The mage dropped the bandage in his hand, woke up the girls who could see the gods, and told them that they should pay special attention to the injuries. Finally, she came to the Knight, and Christina breathed rapidly, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Emily put her hand on the elf's shoulders: "Xiao Na, go and rest." The elf stubbornly stretched out her arms, and she firmly pulled the elf's slender jade hand back, feeling her slight trembling: "You've done a good job, let's go here tonight."

Emily walked out with the elf, and the elf woman leaned against her, and with the weight of the armor, the mage could not hold on. A pair of strong arms appeared in time and supported the two girls.

"Madam, let me do it for you." It was the messenger who came to ask for help. Emily glanced at him, and the uninvited helper held the other arm of the elf. He heard that his wife and daughter were also caught by the green skin. No wonder they always had a gloomy face. The veteran helped to help the elf into the tent and left. Christina lay on the mattress and said nothing. The mage had to wake her up and forced her to take off her armor and close clothes. The elf complained in a daze, planted the pillow stuffed with straw and snored.

Emily found the spell book from her bag, and took advantage of the light of the oil lamp to flip through a few pages. The light source of light flickered and dark made her unable to bear it. The mage whispered a word. A pure white light ball flew out of her pocket and rose to the top of the tent. Emily turned her attention back to the book and prepared to look at the next page.

"Run, run, you fools." The elf turned over, faced the mage, muttering his sleep. Emily bent down, ready to pull the quilt again for the elf. "...I'm sorry, Lyon, forgive me." The mage was shocked and glared at Christina. The elf woman's almond eyes with slender eyelashes were closed, her hands were held in front of her chest, and her body curled like a newborn baby.

"Shh... everything will be fine." Emily patted the elf's back: "Everything will be fine..." Christina's body gradually relaxed, and the mage covered the elf with a quilt.

She sat cross-legged back to her mattress, continued to flip through the heavy books, and read the sentences with strange pronunciations silently. I shouldn't have left these two fools at the beginning, and the mage's thoughts were focused, and the turbulent waves also arose.

Rudolph wanted to tear the letter in front of him to pieces, then knead it into a ball, and hit the face of the sender. The soldier had no uniform, a leather jacket, a wide-brimmed cap with feathers, a longbow beyond his shoulders and a rope around his waist, and was completely dressed by the Hunter. The bishop repeatedly checked the seal of the wax seal, which was right, which was the family emblem of the Baron on the Border. He suppressed the rude idea of ​​being incompatible with his identity and praised the messenger for being able to find the Knights in a chaotic situation, which was really amazing, and then asked the servant to take him to a meal and rest.

Terra is here, don't ask his youngest son to join the Knights again. The bishop cut the wax seal with a letter-breaking knife. The last time he moved out the clause that members of the Knights were not allowed to marry before they were thirty, so that the Baron would retreat. I hope he would not hit the wall again this time. It was too old to be a servant at the age of twenty, but I got the Spurs at the age of sixteen... Rudolph unfolded the letter paper.

"Dear Lord Rudolph, please tell me..." Ha, the rural nobles were impeccable in terms of etiquette. After deducting meaningless compliments and asking about their well-being, the Baron had only one meaning, and asked the church's knights to support the militia in the attack on the Pana Canyon.' How dare a small baron order the Knights of the National Church?' Even the Marshal would not easily point fingers at the semi-independent church armed forces. Rudolph continued to read, "Hehe!" the bishop cursed in a low voice.

In a word, he quickly repented to the Mother of Earth in order to use indecent words. The Baron seemed to have no intention to mention his family's full support for the church's property. At the end of the letter, he sincerely praised the Knights' fearless spirit of saving the people from water and fire, and "accidentally" pointed out the militia's goal to rescue the people kidnapped by the green skin, and specifically pointed out that among the soldiers who went to rescue, there were Paladins enthroned by the Pope and the High Elf Christina.

The bishop hated the baron's cleverness as a countryman, but as one of the leaders of the armed forces of the state religion, how could he watch the civilians be slaughtered? In the past two years, the Baron has made great efforts. In private, he also understood that the empire had an inexplicable favor for the high elves, especially the queen. It was rumored that she wanted to recognize Christina as her adopted daughter, and prepared the ceremony in the church. In the end, the Prime Minister blocked it on the grounds that the age difference was too large.

He paced and arrived at the huge oak table in the middle of the room. A map drawn with parchment nailed on the table. The red flags representing the imperial army lined up one by one along the border mountains, confronting the black flags of the green-skinned tribes. A young knight was moving the position of the flags according to the letters in his hand. In most places, the red flags were surrounded by black flags that were several times more than him. Seeing him sighed, Rudolph pushed down three red flags one after another.

He pressed his hands against the table and studied a chaotic battle situation. The green skin, who had been driven into the mountains, was dispatched without warning and penetrated the defense line of the imperial army into a sieve. The barracks that served as the hub of the blockade were besieged. A few troops that were not attacked, such as the Knights under the Bishop, became firefighters, losing sight of one thing and running around.

"Pana Canyon...Pana Canyon..." The young knight heard the bishop's murmur. He used the slender wooden pole on his hand to accurately point out the target the bishop was looking for.

"Your Excellency, the Imperial Avenue outside the Canyon of Pana," the Knight said conscientiously: "There is a military camp with three hundred cavalry and twice the infantry, according to the letter sent this morning..." The young man looked down at the note in his hand and suddenly became hoarse. Rudolph took the letter from him, and the few short words on the paper revealed the meaning of the words.

The knight pushed down the red flag with a wooden pole, leaving behind five black flags next to it. There was also a red flag nearby, which was lonely and not too far from the green skin.

"Steve!" The Knight was startled by the bishop's sudden increase in volume. He turned to the commander and stood straight. "Go and tell Sir Davis, ask him to take his men and set off immediately to help the local garrison and militia. Sir Thomas's troops are expected to return in three days. At that time, I will lead the remaining troops to follow you." The young Knight touched his right hand in his chest and took the order to leave.

"... Also, you go together." The bishop called out to the Knight again, and an excited expression appeared on Steve's face. Rudolph looked at the young Knight eager to try, but he always felt that it was difficult to pronounce. He overcame this obstacle: "Be careful all the way, son." As a father turned his back, he must maintain the majesty of the Archbishop of the Knights and cannot be separated from public and private.

"As for the order, father." The young knight shrugged and left. The man should wear a strong and hold his sharp shoulders, kill the enemy for the country, fame and fortune, and even the turbulent heart of the girl in the spring, and he could not easily pick it up. The young man's face was full of longing for the future, and his steel boots were stomping on the ground paved with bluestone, making a crackling sound.

"Ophiliana Shasbanon." The visitor rudely called the mistress's name and sat in the chair beside her without permission.

"Oh, my dear Kyrandil." The mistress noticed that he was sneaking around his thighs, so she deliberately exchanged positions of her left and right legs. Her short gauze skirt did not cover too much, and the few torches in the cave made the mistress's perfect body loom. The visitor couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and Ofelia played with the buttons on her chest with a smile, intending to take the game of temptation further.

The guest adjusted his sitting position and barely maintained the calmness on the surface. She was a little disappointed. Since she lost her beloved father in the dark area, the mistress had not liked the man she had been by her side for a long time. This irritable and restless high elf became more and more pleasing to her.

"Your Majesty is very disappointed with you, Ofelia." The elf said fluently, "The Dark Elf Words."

"Is that?" The mistress filled the guests with wine, and she leaned over and handed it over, deliberately slowing down, giving the man plenty of time to watch her shaking breasts: "Please tell the noble Majesty, my family has always been cautious, I don't know where he was dissatisfied?" Ofelia's voice was sweet, and she was simply acting coquettish.

As if you can get faith by mentioning the Elf King, Kyrandil regained control of his body from the deadly temptation of the dark elves. He corrected his sitting posture and spoke again, with a serious tone and full of blame: "Your Majesty only wants to eliminate the daughter of the traitor. You are willing to do something to drive the barbarians in the lower ranks, attack humans, and start the war easily, causing the creatures to suffer, which is contrary to the benevolence of the superior country." Kyrandil said it smoothly and became a literary high elf.

'It seems that the fairies on the surface are all hypocrites who only know how to talk about poetry.'Ophiliya also used the language of the guest, with the most sincere expression on her face: "A mortals cherish the sinner. After getting rid of her mother by themselves, they took care of her. In addition, our tribe members are unable to move on the surface, so they are not allowed to..."

Kyrandil stretched out his index finger, and the mistress closed his voice with tactful voice: "Dark...Elf," the guest changed his language to the mistress. Perhaps he prefers the straightforward expression of the dark area, "I'm not here to listen to your conspiracy." The guest stood up, and relying on his natural night vision ability, he discovered the human slave huddled in the shadow. Kyrandil frowned.

"Finish your mission as soon as possible, Orphelia." The high elf pinched the gem hanging on his chest, and the lilac flash took him away.

"Where is the damn surface fairy??" Maya rushed into the mistress's room and clenched her serrated sword in her hand: "I want to dedicate his heart to Rose and win back the favor of the true god!"

With just raised his hand, the ring worn by the mistress on her ring finger released the spells. The eldest daughter tried hard to avoid the first round of attacks, and the subsequent light bullets still knocked her to the ground.'Kelandil's gift is really good. I must find an opportunity to thank the little white-faced.'Ophelia glanced at her daughter moaning on the ground, walked back to her seat, and pulled out a scroll from the dark bag nailed under the chair.

There were chaotic steps behind her, and the three remaining daughters appeared. The girls looked at the fallen sister, with different expressions. No one thought of helping her up. Maya crawled to the edge of the room and supported half of her body against the rock wall. Ofelia pulled off the ribbon that tied the scroll, and the daughters showed a look of fear, especially the eldest daughter.

"I have a few more scrolls like this." She saw Maya's face turned black and red, but the mistress of Orphelia was still unsatisfied. She continued, "I don't know which of my daughters wants to become a spider-formed elf like Shinafei and continue to work for the family?" The daughters greeted their mother in panic. After receiving permission, they tried to slow down and left the mistress's cave.

The eldest daughter tried hard to catch up with her sisters with her hands. Ofelia threw a bottle of red potion. "Drink it, or..." The mistress smiled evilly: "Go to find Zach, my good son will definitely not leave his sister alone."

Note: 1. The quotation marks in the text are the inner activities of the characters.

2. There is no so-called blue bottle in the orthodox dungeon. Every time the mage casts a spell, he will forget it and must rest after a full rest. Of course, she can also repeat the same spell, but afterwards, she will be unable to cast it again because of forgetting. I believe that friends who have played "Bad Gate" and "Night of No Winter" have a deep understanding.

3. As the loser of the Dark Elves' infighting, the priest of the family did lose the qualification to pray directly to Rose, but he could still use magic props and scrolls.

4. The scroll is divided into storing magic and storing magic. It can be simply understood as a container, but it still requires corresponding profession and correct passwords to activate it. There will definitely be no joke about illiterate warriors carrying dozens of fireball scrolls to blow the mage into the sky.

5. Spider-turned elves are tragic creatures with dark elves on the upper body and giant spiders on the lower body. They are usually used to punish apostates who do not believe in Rose.
Chapter completed!