Valery Potz licked his lips, swallowed his saliva, and moistened his throat.

Glancing back, he was relieved that the wounded who had been placed in the middle of the line were still seven.

"Guys, hold on a little longer, it's close!"

The Boz Knight shouted in a hoarse voice, because the last time he replenished his water, he was attacked by the monsters in the water, and the number of those monsters was too large for them to match, so now, they didn't have much water left.

It was a difficult thing to cross the Mason Prairie, especially now that he was not alone, but leading a team.

He is not the commander, but after these elves leave the forest, they have almost become a group of road idiots, and he needs to lead the way for them, otherwise they may not reach the Sorrowful Wind Territory for the rest of their lives.

The grass was bright green when we set out from Epleus, but now as far as the eye can see, it is already a withered yellow.

Knight Potts didn't care much about the fact that he was about to run out of water, because he could already see the edge of the Black Forest here, so he thought that this place was already very close to the Tempest Leader.

But even so, he didn't let up in the slightest.

In the Black Forest, anything can happen, and the soldiers of the Grim Wind Leader will not relax until they are safe.

Valery Poetz's advice to bring less food and more medical supplies before setting off played a big role in this adventure, where the last thing to lack is food, whether vegetarian or meat.

Leading a team across the Mason Prairie was an adventure, but both the Potts Knights and the 'Guards' had to do it.

The horses that were born and rode were wild horses that the elves had captured and tamed on the steppe, and it was a good herd of horses, but unfortunately there were no horseshoes, and after a long run of the past month or two, they had been scrapped......

The Knights of Potts were sorry, but they had to, and even when they met with General Mobol, the elves of the Guards had to sneak in and not show their faces in front of the others.

The heat of autumn was even more vivid on the prairie, and I don't know how long it took, but the knight of Poz did not look up to see the sun, and when even the war horses under him were already a little tired, a black spot appeared in his vision, which lifted his spirits.

"Blade Fortress!"

The shouts of the Boz knights caught the elves' attention, but they didn't know what the lingua franca meant.

The captain was the only one in the group who understood a little, so he drove forward and asked, "Valery, you just said 'fortress'?"

"Ahead!" said Knight Bolts, gesturing with a gesture, "just ahead, before nightfall, we will be able to get there, and we can even have dinner there and get a good rest!"

The knight of Potts deliberately said this sentence in a loud voice, and when this sentence reached the ears of the elves, they saw that the tips of their ears trembled, and their faces were filled with joy.

Three or four months ago, they were still disgusted with humans and didn't want to step into human cities, but now, after crossing the savannah, they can't wait to get a good rest.

This had a lot to do with the Knight of Potts, who spent the month or two spending time day and night, and who also impressed their stubborn hostility by being sincere.

Not all humans are enemies, and among them, they still have friends, but there may be no allies on this continent, except for Valery Potts, who shows pride every time he mentions it!

"Once we reach the Blade Fortress, the head maid will know that we are back in the Tempest. ”

Knight Potz continued excitedly: "Although I look down on those mage nobles, but now the Sorrowful Wind Leader also has its own mage association, and the mages are already in place before I set off, so when we arrive, ......"

The Poz Knight turned his head and saw that the elves fell silent for a moment, and the smile on his face faded.

“...... I'm sorry. With a sigh, the knight of Potts lowered his head and said to the elves.

The Arcane Empire didn't make a good impression on the elves, they were immortals, and there were people in the clan who had lived from that time to the present, especially the Kurkut Empire, which was located south of the Starry and Bright Moon Forest, which was the most suitable country for the Star-Moon Forest except for Uppleus.

The border of the Wizard Empire borders the Star-Moon Forest, so now, there are no more villages in the southern part of the Star-Moon Forest, except for the druids and the elves of the Guards.

Hate the house and the black, so much so that they also have a strong resistance to magic.

The captain took a deep breath, stroked the horse's mane with his right hand, and shook his head slightly: "It's okay, it's our reaction that is too big......"

The rest of the elves lowered their heads and unconsciously clenched the reins of their hands, which they had brought out of the arsenal of the fortress of Uppleus, without which it would be difficult for them to control their mounts.

In addition to this, even the saddle was just a few layers of wolf skin on the horse's back.

Knight Potts also knew that he was comforting himself, so he sighed again.

In the past two months of getting along day and night, the elves have learned a lot of news about human society from him, and he also knows a lot about the habits of the elves, it is impossible to say that they do not resist magic, but now magic has become an important pillar of the Sad Wind Leader, and if there is no magic, the Sad Wind Leader will change back to its original state.

It's not that it used to be bad, it's just that it's so good now that people don't want to go back to the old days.

Before he set out, he had heard that the head maid was going to equip the entire army with enchanted weapons, and not just a few elite troops and knights had enchanted weapons.

Now that he can enjoy it so much, how can he want to go back to the bitter days of the past?

The only thing Knight Boz could say to the elves was 'I'm sorry', but if he had to choose, he would prefer the present, and it would be better if the old duke could be resurrected......

The group fell silent, and there was no activity between them other than to drive the mounts onward.

The sun in the middle of the sky is slowly setting westward, and the afternoon is slowly moving towards evening.

The remnant sun burned the sky red, and the darkness invaded the Black Forest and the Blade Fortress not far away, and the Knight of Potts glanced up, then turned back and reminded: "Everyone, cheer up, we are almost there!"

He glanced at the grassland behind him, evening had arrived, and half of the big red fireball had sunk below the horizon.

When evening comes, it's time for the tireless 'moonwalkers' to leave their nests and start hunting.

The sun had not yet completely set, but the moon was already looming in the sky, and an ominous darkness had enveloped the whole team, and there was no wolf howl in the ears......

"Let's go!"

Feeling uneasy, Valery Potz pulled out his spare sword with a 'chok' and let out a roar of rage at the team.

Without the slightest hesitation, even if they had a little unpleasantness before, the elves still chose to trust the judgment of the Potts Knight.

With the reins in one hand and their weapons in the other, they charged towards the fortress not far away.

"Whew-"

In all directions, the wolf howled suddenly.

The brutal beast opened its hungry eyes, and dozens of wolves rose from the grass, their grey furs swaying in the breeze.

Leaning forward and clamping his legs around the waist of his horse, the Potts knight took out a 'short stick' from his bosom, pulled the lid off with his teeth, slammed the tail end to his knees, and raised it high with his left hand.

Phew-

Fireworks trail their tails and explode across the sky, revealing the golden 'Sword and Black Dragon' coat of arms in the moonlight and starry.

The Knight of Poz, who was on the outside of the group, threw the flare away, pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, and charged towards the rear.

Surrounded by a white fighting light, the chasing knight instead showed a bloodthirsty grin at the wolves.

In a state of astonishment, the elves watched as the Poz knight turned around and rushed back, but before they could react, the gate in front of them burst open.

The soldiers holding torches high stood in two columns, and the officer in the lead drew his weapon, pointed the tip of his sword at the wolves, and gave the order: "Kill them all!"