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At night, the Ildris tribe is several times more lively than during the day, and the forest city is constantly approached from all directions by pointed wooden boats carrying night elves, and the fluorescent flora and fauna that have been seen in the Uther tribe now emerge again, dressing the city as if it were a carnival dance party where a festival is being held.

Forty-seven was not interested in any of this, and he hid in his room studying the three-edged knife he had snatched during the day, thinking that it would be better to install it on that part of his body.

At this moment Frey slipped in like a ghost with a blanket in his arms through the crack in the open door—a pot-bellied ghost slipped in through a crack in the door—which was remarkable in itself.

"If you can't sleep because you're scared and want me to tell you a story, I'm sorry, I'm not available right now. After forty-seven finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head: "But if you tell me how to take these three blades back, I will consider telling you a story about seven small beads!"

"You're still in the mood for a joke!" Frey said with a depraved expression, but his voice was low, "I'm here to take you away, for God's sake—he's the god in charge of something—get out of this place with me!"

"I think you're looking for a free bodyguard, and besides, didn't you say that without the guidance of the elves, others can't get out of the forest?" Forty-Seven touched a gem under the metal disc, and the three blades shrank back with a "clang": "Moreover, you have unfortunately lost the qualification to listen to the story." ”

"Don't you know what's going on?something terrible is about to happen here!" Frey's sweat came down, although he always had grease stains on his head: "These two days are the traditional festivals of the Night Elves to worship the goddess of the stars and moon, I think the guard must be very lax, come with me, otherwise we may never be able to leave!"

"What did you hear or see that scared you so much?"

"This ...... I don't know, but I have a hunch, and you have to believe me, the merchant has a very strong hunch! Please get out of here with me!" Fress looked at Forty-Seven with a pair of small eyes, like a guinea pig in a cage waiting to be taken for testing.

However, it is obvious that Forty-Seven lacks empathy, and when he dropped virus missiles on the opponent's position on the space battlefield, Forty-Seven did not blink an eye.

Although that was mainly because he didn't have eyes and faces at the time, he couldn't even have serious eyes.

"It's a big deal to summon a bunch of demons, don't worry, Mr. Merchant, there are still a lot of interesting creatures in Purgatory, I promise you!" After saying that, Forty-Seven continued to bow his head to study his three-edged knife: "I will make you go to the festival outside, participate in some entertainment activities such as catching goldfish and playing balloons, it will be good for your health, of course, if there are these entertainments." ”

"Devil, how long are you going to joke with me!Well, as far as I know, the city will be ...... soon."

The sudden knock on the door caused Frey to shut up and shove the blanket under the table as fast as he could.

It's Curator Tellis.

"Mr. Forty-Seven, the messenger of the High Priest of Ildris has come to you, as if to invite you to visit the sacrifice, and, of course, Mr. Frey...... What are you doing here?"

"Ah, that's talking to Mr. Forty-Seven, haha...... Curator Tellis, today's festival must be very lively...... I don't know if it's because of excitement or fear, Frey blushed and clasped his hands tightly together, rubbing them constantly.

It must be because I can go to the festival to catch goldfish and play balloons, Forty-Seven thought.

"By the way, please don't wrap your luggage in the inn in the future, you've already lost four blankets...... Tellis instructed and left, leaving Frey alone in the local area.

Although there are a lot of elves on the street, they basically don't make any noise, and they rush to the altar in the center of the city, and it is said that all the night elves will come to participate in the annual festival event, but because of the war, the number of people participating in the festival is already small.

When he was about to reach the altar, Forty-Seven could no longer see Frey and the two paladins, and Alphens, who led him, led him directly to the big house behind the altar: "Please come with me, Archpriest Ildris hopes to meet with you alone before the ceremony begins." ”

"Is it a ritual to summon demons?" Forty-Seven asked the question directly to Eldris.

"No, today is indeed the traditional festival of our Night Elves......" Elderis observed Forty-Seven, who was also observing her, and it turned out that the Great Ham looked like this, "But why do you think I'm preparing for the ritual of summoning the demons of Purgatory?"

"Sima Zhao's heart is known to passers-by. ”

"Huh?" It seems that a creature as intelligent as the night cannot understand this strange language.

"I guess, the premonition of constructing creatures is strong!"

"Hehe......" The archpriest smiled rarely, "I know a little about your past experience, although it is not comprehensive enough...... I don't think concealment and deception will do much to you, and it doesn't fit the habit of the dark night, so please listen to my advice...... How about we make a deal?"

"Oh?" Forty-Seven's two red eyes flashed, "I like trading." ”

On the altar, the ceremony of worshiping the goddess of the stars and the moon officially began.

Unlike humans, the Night Elves have not had such bloody sacrificial habits since ancient times - instead of some strange flowers, Leaves and fruits, High Priest Ildris dressed in a gorgeous, almost intricate sacrificial robe, facing the thousands of night elves under the altar, looked up at the round and bright moon hanging in the sky, opened her hands and began to chant the sacrifice aloud in the elven language, with a certain peculiar rhythm in her voice, with her prayers, the altar became brighter and brighter, and at the same time a little beautiful light appeared, not a firefly, but as if the stars in the sky had gathered around her.

Forty-seven only watched it for a moment before he was tired of the soloist prayer of a female voice in an opera, and in what he said was a long, not too long life, art and beauty had never been related to him, and after wandering around for a while, he met Frey in front of a tent by the altar, and it was evident that the depressed Frey had not found a place to catch goldfish or play balloons.

"Mr. Forty-Seven, why didn't you go to the viewing platform, where all the outsiders were watching...... Although it doesn't seem like much to me......" Frey knelt down in front of the altar from a distance, and the Night Elves pouted with words in their mouths: "Belief is sometimes ridiculous, what do you get by doing this?"

"If there is a god in this world who can empty the white wolf and make a lot of money out of thin air as long as he believes in him, will you worship him?" Forty-Seven originally planned to go back to the inn directly, but since he found Freys, it was best to bring him back with him.

"Needless to say, I've already knocked my brain bleeding, but unfortunately, there is no such god!" The merchant shook his head, looking a little dejected: "The merchant is a real creature, and he values things outside the body such as money, gods, let the people who need him worship him......

"Mr. Merchant, today you look like a philosopher!"

"Because my life may have ended today...... "It looked like Frey was really about to cry.

Forty-seven had just thought of a few words of comfort or sarcasm when there was an uproar from the crowd, as if something had happened on the altar, and Forty-Seven looked up with Frey.

Compared to the night elves in the audience, Anton and Miria were even more shocked, the viewing platform was on the altar, and every qiē in front of them happened in an instant.

Zal Idan, who was standing behind the High Priest of Ildris, suddenly drew a short sword and slashed it across the neck of the High Priest, and at the same time, many elven warriors appeared out of nowhere, instantly controlling the priests present.

Coup?

Will there be a coup d'état in the Night Elf society as well?

Miria unconsciously took a step forward and was gently pulled by Anton behind her.

Eldris silently stopped reciting the prayer - she couldn't miss it anymore. Soon the two elven warriors stood behind Ildris, and Zaridan withdrew his sword, but still held Ildris's wrist tightly to prevent her from suddenly casting any spells, and Ildris's strength was the best he knew.

"What is the chief warrior doing, has he betrayed the high priest?"

"Zaridan, are you crazy!"

"What's going on!"

The Night Elves in the audience began to stir, but they soon discovered that the entire altar, including the square under the altar, had been controlled by the Night Warriors, and it was the innkeeper Terris who led them.

"Listen to me, people of the night!" Zaridan began to shout, and although the square was still noisy, Zaridan's voice still managed to reach the sky above the square: "I don't want to betray Archpriest Ildris, let alone my race, I do this to stop Archpriest's plan to summon demons!"

After a brief silence from the crowd under the altar, louder voices erupted.

"It's impossible, don't look for excuses for your stupidity!"

"How could the Commander of the Zaridan warrior lie, could it be that the High Priest really had such a plan?"

"Nonsense! No one would ever violate this obvious thousand-year-old taboo!"

"The High Priestess must have her own considerations, actually, we are facing a threat from Argus, aren't we!"

The corners of Ildrise's mouth curled in a beautiful arc. She made a gesture to be quiet, and soon the whispering Night Elves in the audience fell silent, waiting for their High Priest to speak.

However, Ildris did not say anything to everyone at once, but turned to look at Zaridan and whispered to him.

"Honorable Warrior Commander...... I really didn't expect you to make a mess at the festival of worshipping the goddess of the stars and moon...... In doing so, aren't you afraid of blaspheming the Venerable Goddess of the Star and Moon?"

"Speaking of blasphemy...... High Priest, your plan has desecrated one of our faiths!" Zaridan's hand was like an iron pincer, firmly clamping Ildrys's slender wrist: "Terris has told me all...... I will never allow you to open the gates of hell again!"

Eldris made a surprised expression, "How is that possible? I have never thought of such evil thoughts...... Wasn't it the last High Priest of the Night Elves who gave up his life to destroy the Miè Hell Gate Fort?"

"That's enough!" Zaridan added a little strength to his hand, "Honorable High Priestess, for the sake of the future of the Night Elves, I will never allow your plan to be carried out...... Even if it's to give up my life...... Now I ask you to give the order to hand over the defense of the entire city to my warriors, and you and your priests, please do not move around for a while, let alone approach the Hellgate Fort!"

"Listen to your ......," said Eldris as if she didn't care, "but I warn you, Master Warrior." If you don't have a plan to fight Argus, you'd better not try to stop me...... Without addressing the immediate threat, the Night Elves will have no future!"

"You don't have to worry about this...... Zal Idan's face was full of masculine beauty like a sculpture in the light of the stars and moon, "The Night Elves have been living in the Sleeping Forest for thousands of years...... Our will and body will keep us alive as long as we can pick up the sword, as long as we have the courage to face the enemy...... The Night Elves will not perish!"

Ildris looked at Zaridan and smiled helplessly.

"Oh...... It doesn't bother to watch it no matter how many times...... It's really high......" Dagulas lay limply on the chair, holding the magic book tightly in his hands and pressing it against his chest, as if he was completely intoxicated by the battlefield record brought back by the memory orb.

The red-robed mage gave her a look of disgust, and turned her gaze outside—the wind that still seemed to smell of blood and burnt was blowing from the terrace of the mage tower, and the lush forest in the distance seemed to cover the earth with a layer of haze. The moonlight was like a mist, covering the forest and the places where there were no forests, covered with a group of creatures fighting each other in this moonlight.

Dagulas rolled her eyes—the gold-rimmed glasses reflected a sly light, "Oh, Moriel. Speaking of which, you seem to have met an old acquaintance...... Do you have anything to do with that strange construct? He looks awesome...... Isn't it the perfect warrior who never tires, who has no flaws, who is decisive and deadly?"

"I don't have much to do with him. The female mage was still looking at the night, and her slender figure seemed a little lonely in the night: "And your glittering golden glasses don't seem to make your eyes much better...... It's a semi-infernal creature, and the Night Elves seem to have begun to seek some special power to resist us, a tendency to be wary of. ”

"Hahaha~" Dagulas let out a silver bell-like laugh while holding the magic book: "Half-purgatory creatures...... Well, whatever you say is what it is...... Semi-purgatory, that word really excites me...... I just wonder if Isabella will agree with you?"

The mage turned abruptly.

A flash of magic and the sharp wind of the murder weapon appear together.

Dagulas stood in the center of the room, the chair she was lying in had turned into a pile of gray-white gravel, the magic book in her hand was opened, and a page was torn off, and a little snowflake-like light floated around her and the mage like countless floating petals, and a huge translucent scythe embedded in the wall, slowly dissipating, turning back into a page of paper and falling to the ground, leaving only the torn red robes and the long gaps in the walls.

"I warned you......" the mage's voice was a little hoarse, "don't mention her name." ”

"Haha......" Dagulas bowed gracefully, and the pages on the ground flew back to the magic book as if they were being dragged by something, but they lacked the snow-colored symbol on the other pages: "Baby, you're too sensitive...... This time, however, we used a lot of the latest weapons to no avail, and the front line did not even advance a single foot...... Do you need to think about how to write a report?"

"Oh?" the female mage raised her eyebrows, "Shouldn't the battle results report be the responsibility of the chief commander?"

She walked past Dagulas without even looking at her, "If you're asking me to build a new weapon - just write that our new weapons aren't as useful as the idiots in the rear think!"