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"Hmph. "Forty-seven stood in the woods on a stronghold abandoned by the Argus army, like a vulture among the bones.

"Why don't you take the initiative and not wait for me?" he seemed to say to himself, his demonic elves were now hiding in the woods - although they were fundamentally different from before, the remnants of their bodies and blood still made these cursed forest people act like night in many cases.

Out of the bushes came a Night Elf, the acting warrior leader Joelis.

"They suddenly retreated at noon today, and I thought it was an opportunity to fight back, so I fought an ambush with the fighters. ”

"Huh, retreat, have they shrunk?" Forty-Seven looked around, and he could feel a pair of white eyes staring at him in the woods opposite, Joelis was the acting chief warrior, and almost all the combat troops in the Sleeping Forest had become her subordinates, and where she was, the main force of the Night Elves would naturally be there.

"It looks like so. The Argus people have abandoned all the camps and strongholds deep into the forest, and the advance of the main mage troops has stopped, and even taken the initiative to retreat, and now the battle line has returned to the way it was a few months ago...... "This is the first time Joelis has seen Forty-Seven since the separation of the Elderis tribe, and in the face of this guy who is still not sure whether he is friend or foe, Joelis feels that his feelings are very complicated: "I think they have begun to fear you and your troops......"

"Scared, it's just a fist of the outstretched fingers and ready to attack. Forty-seven shifted his steps, and his body made a sound of steel rubbing: "It's still early!"

"By the way, Filgas ......" Joelis hesitated, and her voice became a little hoarse, she met Filgas in the forest just now, but the demonized elf didn't even look at her, and disappeared into the shadow of the forest: "They ...... Are you all right?"

"If you are always so sentimental, you can never take Zaridan's place, that guy is stubborn, but he is never weak, remember?" Forty-Seven seemed to be impatient: "In addition, you can rest assured, my subordinates are much better than your subordinates, or even you......"

Joel Isis was silent, as if adjusting his feelings.

"It seems that there is no business for the time being...... Maybe I should go a little further back in the Argus army, and by the way, when will Frey and the little girl leave for the north?"

"Hmm...... It should be tomorrow. ”

"Then I should go back. Hmph! Uther, that old fellow has to discuss some battle plan - what is there to discuss?"

The dust has fallen, deep in the sleeping forest, and the elven city in the middle of the lake is as lush as ever.

The dryad rooted in the lake still swayed, purring as the little Night Elves chirped around it.

Probably every elf knew that something in life was forever different - and as soon as they saw Forty-Seven stepping into the city, they immediately restrained the young elves from running around, and forbade them to play on the other side of the lake.

Forty-seven doesn't care about that, though. The moment a person becomes a soldier, he also becomes a different creature from a "person". You can give candy to the little ones, you can laugh with the old man, but you will never be one of them, you will use all the skills, knowledge and power at your disposal to kill, destroy miè, you will merge with your own weapons, and you will forever destroy the part of yourself that you can call "human......

That's why I was born. Forty-seven walked along the wooden boardwalk at the edge of the city towards the pier.

"Ahh......h This is a big loss...... Do you know how much this bag is worth? Cover it! Be careful not to get wet!"

Frey seemed to have gained weight again, directing his long-lost men to carry bags of Sleepy Forest produce onto wooden boats. Suddenly, he felt the plank under his feet vibrate slightly—like a mammoth approaching.

"Oh, valiant Iron Samurai, Mr. Forty-Seven!" Frey spread his hands and smiled on his face, "Thank you so much for coming to see me off......!

"Eat less, fatty. Your blood can already be used for stir-frying. Forty-seven reached out and pinched the fold of flesh on the back of Frey's neck, causing him to exclaim, "Hey! Do you know how strong your hands are!"

Milia stood on the dock with the swords of Jossen and Anton on his back. The breeze was blowing through her blonde hair, and the sun shone on her slightly emaciated cheeks, which seemed to mature much in a matter of days.

Forty-seven looked at her, and then looked back at Frey—there were some people who were happy and some people who were sad.

"Oh...... Hello, Mr. Forty-Seven. Milia also spotted Forty-Seven, and bowed her head slightly to greet him, courteous without losing respect and without being humble or arrogant, and this was probably the first time Forty-Seven had received such kind treatment from her.

"Still working as a free bodyguard for that dead fat man?" Forty-Seven looked around, as if unintentionally, and the flat plank under his feet immediately clicked and tilted, and a caravan worker who was delivering goods to the ship stumbled and threw the whole package into the water, which provoked Frese to scold.

Milia frowned, but held back and didn't say anything: "Mr. Frey promised to take me back north through the noisy desert...... And, I think Jossen would like to go back as well...... Buried in the cemetery of the Order. ”

"There was a saying in my former army -- well, how do you say it?" Forty-Seven turned his head, as if thinking, "Oh, by the way, my peace of mind is my hometown." It doesn't matter where you die or where you are buried!"

He didn't realize that this kind of comfort could only make people angry: "You can stay and participate in this war - war, only war is the fastest way to increase strength, and with strength, you can do what you want to do, not to ...... It's not as miserable as Anton's old man!"

"That's not the case!" Milia's tone was a little out of control, but she immediately realized it and softened, "Thank you for your kindness...... But forgive me, I'm now confused about this war...... And as a paladin, I can't wield my sword in confusion, force without the right purpose will only lead to depravity, because of my hesitation and hesitation, I can already feel that God is reclaiming the power that I once bestowed...... I have to think about it, I ...... I think my trial was a complete failure. ”

Feeling the power of being withdrawn by God?Typical symptoms of neuropathic conduction ectopia caused by impaired consciousness. Well, whatever you want. Forty-Seven tried to shrug his shoulders, an action that was still difficult for him.

"Sorry to bother you, but Grand Elder Uther has been waiting for a long time. ”

Forty-seven turned around, and it was Tris's cold face again—although the burns from the Battle of Hellgate Fort had not yet healed, and more than half of her face was covered with herbs.

"Hey—hello, Miss Terris, I'll have someone bring you the best medicine from the North!" Frey was on board to check whether the cargo was tightly tied, and with his weight, the canoe looked visibly overwhelmed.

"Mr. Freys, though as compensation, we allow you to bring back some souvenirs back to the north to sell...... But if you can't curb your insatiable greed and halve the load on the boat, I'm glad to go to the first turn and see you capsize. ”

Telliss left coldly, not even caring if Forty-Seven followed her.

Forty-seven came to the hut that had once belonged to Zaridan, now Uther's temporary dwelling.

"Stop pinching poor Oso's nose, losing Zaridan, it's rather depressed. ”

The tired voice put a stop to Forty-Seven's cruel pranks, and after a few days of not seeing him, Elder Uther seemed to have aged a lot—as much as Milia had changed.

"I wasn't that boring. Because of the grizzly bear's nonviolent non-cooperative attitude, the abuser was also a little confused: "I heard you have a plan? Okay, I'm going to listen now." ”

"The disaster at the Hell Gate Fort has made the Treants of Starmoon Peak very angry...... Thankfully, they eventually forgave us for our stupidity. ”

Uther staggered with a black wooden staff: "Turan, the leader of the Treants, promised to help us rebuild the forest that had been destroyed by the war...... Of course, this is thanks to the one you have done, because you and ...... With their blows, Agus has completely withdrawn from the forest, which is a good turnaround......"

"Oh, that's good news—" said Forty-Seven sarcastically, "those treemen who say a day, sleep for a year, have finally made a move?"

"Well, we will take advantage of the present opportunity to restore the forest area damaged by Yanzhòng, and more dense trees will soon grow to form a new barrier......"

"Is that your plan?" Forty-Seven raised his hand exaggeratedly, "and then Argus will burn them - I don't have time to play a tug-of-war like this!"

"No...... Not exactly. Uther paused: "I just want the treants to get a sense of what the forest is like. The war with Argus for a long time was only a matter for the Night Elves themselves...... We used to think so, but now we can't handle it with the power of the elves alone. You have to rely on everything you can rely on, and that's why Ildris made that choice...... I've actually been lobbying the Treants to help us for the past few years, but with little success until the hellgate fort disaster...... It's a bit ridiculous, and Turang was furious about it, but it was this incident that made him truly believe that we Night Elves had been cornered...... As long as he and his people come here and see the qiē here, they will definitely help us...... I am completely convinced. ”

It turned out to be dragging people into the water, this cunning old thing.

"What does that have to do with me? Let me ride on the necks of those lumps?"

"No...... And I'm sorry, because the Treants didn't know about the Demon Elves yet, and I deliberately concealed this, just saying that the ritual was a complete failure, so ...... So I hope that you and the demonic elf troops will try not to show up in the short term, and the Treants will not forgive them for this-"

"That's enough!" Forty-Seven snarled interrupted Uther, "I don't want to sit in the forest and watch you plant trees! I'll leave, but not in hiding! Let's go our separate ways! You may be good at protecting nature and balancing diplomacy, but when it comes to war—I'm the expert!"

The demonic elves waited for forty-seven in the dense forest outside the city.

Forty-seven looked at them—less than twenty, but these survivors who had been screened by the Flame Monarch were unusually strong, no less than true demons.

Fear, death, ruin, this is the true meaning of war.

"Since the Argus have shrunk their front, let's bypass them and start an infinite war-" Forty-Seven spread their huge black wings and soared into the air: "Go behind the Argus and attack farmland, pastures, workshops, villages, everything above the ground!"

The endless plain of Tanori – the closer you get to the city of Watan, the less the smoke and blood of war becomes, and the leisurely herds of cattle and sheep, the ripening wheat fields, and the villages and towns where the smoke rises are extremely soothing, especially for Sayes and Hunt, who have just experienced death.

"If you don't die, there will be a blessing, you know, little ghost!" Sayers rode in the middle of the group, looking very excited, and put a plaster on one side of his cheeks, although this made him no longer leak, but it looked quite funny: "God has eyes, I can finally leave the front line...... I'm going to get it running!"

"While it's nice to be back in Watan, I don't think our situation has changed much, and after the hearing, we'll definitely be sent to the battlefield......" Apparently, Hunt is not as optimistic as Sayers: "What should happen or what should happen...... Ouch, what are you doing!"

Sayers tapped Hunter's head with a whip pole with a look of disdain: "A little ghost is a little ghost, as long as you can live one more day, you will earn it, and ......" said Sayes looked at the three big carriages that were at the head of the line.

"Full speed ahead! Full speed ahead! Camp in Welkertown tonight! Full speed ahead!" the heralds who were running back and forth in front of the line shouted loudly, interrupting Sayers's words, and everyone tightened their reins, and the flying hooves of the horses rolled up puffs of smoke and dust, erecting a curtain wall over the endless plain.

As it was about to fall, the party arrived at the town of Villek, which was not a large town, but the geographical location of the Tanoli River and its tributaries was very important, and the town was closer to the fact that it was more of a military camp than a village, and although the taverns, inns, and other shops in the town were run by the townspeople, the people who came and went to the town were basically mages and soldiers, and after the start of the war, it was difficult to see other caravans and tourists here.

"Accompany me to the street, the waitress at the door of the tavern on the corner just now, did you see it, and threw a flattering eye at you......"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"No, your face is red, haha, aren't you still a boy chicken...... What are you afraid of, come on......"

The name of the tavern on the corner of the street is Big Bobo, but Sayers and Henry didn't see the wine lady who matched the tavern's name before, and they were just about to go in, when a big man suddenly slammed open the wooden door and flew out, and at the same time a loud roar sounded in the tavern: "If you don't have money, you dare to come and drink, and you will die!"

"Sayers, did you bring enough money?" Looking at the big man lying on the ground, I don't know if it was because he fell or drunk, and he didn't get up after humming for a long time, Hunter was worried.

"Why? Aren't you going to invite me to drink?"

"I'm going back!" said Hunt and turned to leave, but Sayers grabbed the back of the collar with a hand like a bear's paw and carried him into the tavern.

The tavern was smoky and choking with the smell of tobacco, and the people sat at the small round table drinking and playing cards, or drank in front of the table and whined about the war, about the boss, about the wife, and three or four drunkards, dressed in clothes that barely covered the tips of their nipples, and went round and round among the men with large glasses or plates, and occasionally they were picked up and kissed fiercely, and half-pushed, half-drunk, or vulgarly scolded, or laughed lewdly, until they broke free from the men's arms。

"Don't worry, I have a way! Life needs to be happy, little ghost, you still have a lot to learn...... Hey, honey, miss me?" said Sayes, who sat down at a table and pinched the butt of the drinker who passed him, "Bring me some bar, my throat is about to burst with thirst!"

"Is it really okay, Sayers......" Hunter looked at the wine lady with a grin, and the two oversized shells on his chest that seemed to be ready to fire at any moment made Hunter feel a little spinning: "Well, is there any juice?"

The bartender smiled and suddenly leaned over to pick up Hunter's face, leaving a bright red lip print on his cheek, and the men around him laughed and applauded, while Hunter was almost unconscious.

"Do you know why we were recalled to Watan......" After a few glasses of wine, Sayers' face flushed and he looked better: "Hey, I'm asking you!"

"Because...... Belch...... Because...... We are...... Belch...... Survivor...... To report...... Belch...... Situation ...... "Hunter was completely drunk, burping as he stared at two eyes that were about to open, and it was clear that the Big Bobo Tavern had no juice to offer him.

"You're only half right...... sayers drained the cloudy liquid in the cup in one gulp, and immediately raised his hand to signal for wine: "Do you know who else is going back to the city with us......? But it's strange to say, wouldn't it be nice for a high-level mage to teleport back directly, why would he deign to accompany this slow motley army...... Hey, don't get under the table, don't drink if you can't drink, you idiot!"

Suddenly, there was a cheer from the corner of the tavern, and Sayers looked back to see a crowd of people gathered together, cheers and shouts coming from that corner.

"Hey, here's the guy who paid for our drinks!" said Sayes got up and squeezed into the crowd, leaving Henry, who was completely drunk, still in place.

With his bear-like body, Sayes quickly took the top seat - Sayes was probably a record for a single mage to squeeze a group of warriors aside, only to see two people sitting at a small table surrounded by people, a mercenary-looking warrior and a hooded-looking red-robed mage, the table was already full of empty wine bottles, and it was already beginning to spread to the ground.

The crowd shouted and bets were placed, and Sayes pulled the only silver coin from his bosom and looked at the situation.

The mercenary is not tall, but his stomach is like a bottomless pit, and a glass of rum is poured into his mouth like a large bathtub, while the red-robed mage is always unhurried, not so much competing for drinking power, looking at her leisurely appearance is more like drinking afternoon tea, but his speed is not behind the warrior, which is really a bit unbelievable.

"I'm betting on the mage!" Sayes let out a loud and surprising roar, everyone's eyes were briefly drawn, and by the time they noticed the shape on the field, the mercenary had already foamed at the mouth and burrowed under the table.

"I've won!" Sayes shouted again, but this time it was all opposition.

"Bet so late, it's not a no!" a guy taunted Sayers as he collected the money, and then suddenly he found his head on the not-so-tall beam of the tavern - he was lifted by Sayers by the collar.

"You have to say it again! I didn't know the winner when I placed my bet......"

"What are you doing, let it go!"

"Hey, step on me, you idiot!"

"Give the money, give the money quickly, I win!"

Seeing that a weapon fight was inevitable, suddenly a crisp but somewhat cold voice sounded, making everyone unconsciously stop: "You, if you are not convinced, let's have a game." ”

It was the red-robed mage who won the game, he rolled down his hood, revealing long silver-white hair, and it turned out to be a female red-robed mage!

She poured all the silver coins she had won into an empty wine glass, and the sound was crisp and pleasant, and then she raised her gray-brown eyes to stare at Sayes again, and Sayyas's body was alert, as if it had been drenched in cold water.

"Hehe, don't be too confident, you just compared to others, even if I win you, I have nothing to be proud of......" Sayes shook his head, taking the opportunity to avoid the other party's eyes.

The red-robed mage shook the wine glass full of silver coins, and Sayes immediately sat down: "Don't regret it!"