It was completely dark.

At night, the holy mountain is full of mysterious and unknown mortal dangers, and the mountain is like a devil living with teeth and claws.

The elf with long ice silver hair and a white and tender little face held the bowl, drank the creamy mushroom soup in small sips, two blushes appeared on his cheeks, and a little comfort and satisfaction appeared between his lowered eyebrows.

Exceptionally well-behaved and beautiful.

The bright and warm bonfire occasionally explodes a spark, and the air is filled with sweet and warm smells, and the atmosphere is wonderful for a while.

The black and white knight pretended to reveal a bit of androgynous beauty, and her white slender fingers held a few dry firewoods, folded them into small pieces a few times, and then threw them into the bonfire with precision and speechlessness—

Cracking sound.

All of a sudden, the flames burst into flames and burned more and more vigorously.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

In the distance, the howl of a wolf was heard.

A small figure, against the shadow of the orange fire, in the dark forest, only showed a vague shadow.

until you slowly get closer.

Fenghua squinted lazily in her beautiful eyes, and her dark red pupils were like shining gems, revealing a bit of dangerous beauty, as if inadvertently flashing a faint bloodthirsty meaning.

Bethel puffed out her white and tender little face, and her rose petal-like lips were stained with a slight pale milky white, adding a little soft and cute meaning for no reason.

However, the elves, who have always been the most able to perceive the aura of good and evil between heaven, earth, man and god, also perceive the unusual smell in the air at this moment.

The elf obediently put down the bowl, and looked over, the vague figure, short but broad, with a pointed head and tiptoed feet, looked particularly eerie in the background of the dark and mysterious forest.

Bethel frowned, withdrew his gaze, turned to Fenghua, and shouted, "Lord Francis." ”

Fenghua knew that the Holy Mountain would definitely not go too well, otherwise the dragon slaying warriors recruited by King Katherland with a heavy bounty would not have returned.

Her eyes were slightly dark, but she didn't show much jealousy, and whispered to the elf: "Wait and see, let's see first." ”

"Yes."

- Everything is up to Mistress Francis.

Bethel nodded obediently, and the elf that had transformed into a real body revealed its true form. Behind him, a pair of wings unconsciously fluttered with a beautiful and holy glow of icy silver.

The creamy mushroom soup was still rich and sweet, but seeing that strange shadow getting closer and closer, Bethel was in no mood to drink it again.

The ice blue and dark red pupils stared at the distance without blinking, and the dark red pupil in one of them was imperceptible, perhaps even he didn't notice, and there was a treacherous light.

It's close.

It's closer.

The first thing that catches your eye is a bright red cloak.

He wore a large red cloak, a red velvet hat on his head, and a small man carried a delicate basket made of bamboo strips with cakes and wine in the crook of his arm.

She walked cautiously through the forest, lest she would break the wine in her basket, so from a distance it looked like she was walking on tiptoe.

Where are the man-eating monsters lurking in the Night Forest?

is clearly a pink and tender little girl.

A dry brown piece of firewood, 'click-', cut off at Fenghua's fingertips.

Her Majesty the Empress was noble and cold, and her face was expressionless.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

How can there be anything special in this world-

Small, red, hat?!