The soldiers, led by the officer, rushed out and slew all the giant wolves cleanly.

The whole process was uninterrupted, and it looked like a pleasing performance, which was rehearsed thousands of times behind the scenes before it was revealed to the others.

The elven soldiers watched the human soldiers pass by, they held torches in one hand, weapons in the other, and in groups of three, they took out a giant wolf as fast as they could, Valery Potz was at the forefront, his fighting spirit was like a layer of armor, and the officer who led the soldiers followed him.

It took only a few tens of seconds for the soldiers to crush the wolves, and after dropping a dozen corpses, the wolves began to flee.

Charge, touch, and collapse at the touch of a button, and by the time the elves had just reacted and began to turn their horses' heads and charge backwards, the wolves had already fled.

They were only able to pull in the reins in amazement, clamp the horse's belly, and slow down.

The elves are a loose race, born with artistic cells, they don't like rigid orders and military formations, but they have a good tacit understanding with each other, so that they also have a good performance on the battlefield.

But that was more than 600 years ago, humans and elves clashed, the previous generation of elf kings in order to recuperate and temporarily let the entire race withdraw to the Star and Moon Forest, after that, the elven soldiers never went to the battlefield again, can only intrigue with the slave catchers in the forest, fight each other.

The elven soldiers were not very old, they had never seen such a neat and orderly military formation, nor had they seen such a clean and neat killing technique, and when these human soldiers used their unpretentious sword skills, it was as if they were showing them an alternative art.

The elven soldiers took a deep breath, even though their attitude towards most humans was still disgusted, but the thought that these human soldiers were Valery Potts' companions relaxed a little, but the slightly nervous heart still made their muscles tense.

After sitting on his horse and catching his breath, the Poz knight put away his weapon, turned over and dismounted, and walked to the elves with the reins.

The soldiers of the Blade Fortress stood still with torches in high and watched the Potts Knight walk by, and the officer did nothing, even though the gates of the fortress were now open, but he believed that his comrades were waiting in the darkness behind the gates.

"Everybody......

Knight Boz gasped again, then grinned: "Welcome to the Grim Wind Territory, from here, it is already the territory of the Sad Wind Territory, and we can also have a good rest." ”

After saying this to the elven guards, the Knight of Potts turned back and explained loudly to the soldiers, "Relax, they are elves, and they are the 'guests' I have invited from the Astral and Moon Forest—this is the task that the head maid has given me. ”

After hearing Knight Poz's explanation, the officer put away his weapon and raised his left hand: "Close!"

Looking at the neat and orderly procession, the elves looked at each other, and then the captain took the lead in turning over and dismounting.

They gasped as their feet landed, the pain between their thighs almost slumping their legs, but thankfully they were able to hold on with their tenacity.

"Uh......"

The corners of Knight Potts' mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but let himself laugh out loud.

"Are you alright?" said Knight Potts, fixing his gaze on the elves' faces.

Even if there were several layers of wolf skin spread on the horse's back, but there was no saddle, and they had been sitting on the horse most of the time in the past two months, and the friction of the horse's back bump on the two hips almost made them unbearable.

This is true for both men and women - the soldiers of the Guards, regardless of gender, unlike humans, elves are not patriarchal societies, and certainly not feminist societies.

"It's fine!"

The elves gritted their teeth and squeezed the word out between their teeth, and to prove that they were really okay, they took a step and limped towards the open gates of the Blade Fortress.

Their hands were tightly gripping the reins, and looking at them like this, the knight of Potts sighed, thinking that when he entered the fortress, he would go to the medical officer to find them some ointment to treat, otherwise it would be difficult for them to rush to Wende City in a short time with the way they were now.

Neither a saddle, nor adapted to the bumps on horseback, and also without good trousers for protection, unlike him, who almost grew up on horseback, has long been accustomed to such bumps.

The knight of Potts was the last to take the reins of the war horse into the fortress, and the war horse, which had been a little manic after seeing the blood, quieted down after entering the fortress, pretending to be like a harmless rabbit.

After handing over the horses to a soldier, the knight of Boz saw the wild horses tamed by the elves, sighed, and told the soldiers to take good care of the horses, although they were not as good as the horses that the knights had obtained from the Black Forest, but they were also good, and if they were properly raised, they might get a new breed of horses.

Not everyone has the opportunity to get a herd of tamed wild horses, thanks to the elves.

Although those horses have been scrapped as war horses, they are still capable of breeding horse breeds, not to mention, they have made great contributions this time.

When he had finished his order, the Knight of Potz walked over to the elves who were still and looked tense in the light of the moonlight and firelight.

"Let's go, I'll find you a place to rest!"

Valery Potz smiled at the elves again, and if he wanted to ease the relationship between humans and elves—at least between the Stormlords and elves—he had to let them relax and make contact with humans.

He also knew that he was just an example, because he was sincere enough, and he had lived with these elves for a month or two, and he also had the grace to save his life, so he was able to have such a harmonious relationship with these elven soldiers.

But even he sometimes has some awkwardness when he gets along with these elves, let alone other humans.

He didn't want the elves to continue to be hostile to humans - at least not to the people of the Windwind, because he knew that even if not everyone in the Windwinds had the same good intentions towards the elves as he did, at least the vast majority of them were, and a few would not mention in front of others that they didn't like the elves.

Because their old duke fought alongside the elves more than eight hundred years ago!

Although the Blade Fortress is called a 'fortress', it was three or four hundred years ago, and today the fortress has developed into a town with all the buildings it should have, and there is also special farmland inside the fortress.

Night had fallen, and there was no entertainment at Blade Fortress, most of the people had returned to their homes, and the streets were empty with no one in sight.

Holding each other and limping down the deserted streets, the elves came to the human town for the first time, looking around vigilantly and not letting up at all.

Knight Potts also noticed this phenomenon and was immediately a little distressed.

But even he couldn't change the elf's stereotype of humans so quickly.

A little light came through the cracks in the doors and windows, because the people of Blade Fortress were not wealthy, and only a few would turn on the lights at night.

"That's it......"

Knight Potts glanced up at the sign on the door, confirmed that it was an inn, and reached out to push the door open, letting the sound and light behind the door shine on the elves.

The elves narrowed their eyes and looked inside the inn to see the humans behind the door......

The Knight of Potts turned his head and was about to say something to the elves, when he saw a red line suddenly appear in the distance.

What is that?

Before he could think about it, a dragon's roar was already resounding in the sky.

"Roar—"