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"What now? What should I do?"

Frey walked around the room anxiously, this kind of exercise could have made him lose weight - but it was a pity that he kept chewing elf biscuits in his mouth, although this delicious food that only elves would make zuò was sweet and delicious, and the nutrition was balanced, but eating too much would still make people's mouths dry and greasy and stomach bloated like a qiē food, but unfortunately Frey now seemed to be unable to think of anything to do except fill his mouth one by one piece.

Forty-seven gently flicked the scraps of a biscuit off his arm: "Sit down, fatty." It's not as bad as you think, but if you spray food on me again, I can't guarantee that it won't be worse than you think. ”

"Oh, my all-metal master-" Frey wiped his mouth, "I was going to tell you that I overheard that the elven warriors led by Zaridan were preparing a coup d'état, and they were unhappy with all non-elves, especially us-ahem!ahem!ahem-"

Frey clutched his neck and bent over and coughed violently, looking like he was about to suffocate or have a cerebral hemorrhage—so Forty-Seven slapped him lightly on the back, causing him to spit out a mass of biscuits wrapped in thick phlegm and almost fall to the ground.

"......Ahh It hurts me......" Frey didn't even have to think about it to know that there must be a big bruise on his back: "...... Oops...... These days in the elven city, I have observed that the elven warriors are basically a bunch of paranoid...... Just as paranoid as those two paladins!

He looked at the doorway, then lowered his voice, "They don't think that any creature except the Night Elves can be trusted! The only thing that can help them is the weapons in their hands and their strong will, and the resources in the Sleeping Forest are enough to make them self-sufficient...... You see, that's a ...... And because of my small business, they have already classified me as a fellow party of the Argus Empire, and because of the intervention of the priests a while ago, they didn't treat me well, so it's hard to say now, it's hard to get them to close the whole forest and kill outsiders no matter what......"

Will?I prefer to believe in weaponism than voluntarism. Forty-seven looked at the filth that Frey spat out on the vibrant floor, and a small cloud of flame popped up, turning the stain black—whether others would look more unpleasant.

The door opened.

Curator Terlis still had the same cold demeanor, but the scimitar on his belt reminded the two people in the room that the situation was no longer normal: "Mr. Forty-Seven, the Commander of the Zaridan Warriors wants to see you. ”

Lately, it seems that some inexplicable person wants to see me...... It's a good time to study how that half-orc spirit looks like.

Forty-Seven got up from the wicker chair, he rarely deliberately put away the pair of black steel wings behind his back now, but let them hang behind him like a cloak, and his shadow immediately drowned Terlis: "Then let's go, elf." ”

Forty-seven was the first to get out of the room, and before Tellis followed, he turned back to Frey and said coldly, "Don't run around...... You're right, Mr. Frey, it's hard to say what we're going to do with you now...... Also, I don't think twenty chests of Mithril and other magical metals are small business. ”

The streets were much more depressed, and the city was full of heavily armed elven warriors, and this scene puzzled Forty-Seven a little - why did some people like to play such a game inside when the enemy was present?

"Short-term labor pains are for long-term continuity. ”

Forty-seven turned his head to look at her in surprise, could it be that this Night Elf could read minds?

Terris didn't explain anything, but took the opportunity of Forty-Seven to slow down and walk to the front to lead the way.

Pretending to be a ghost.

Forty-Seven followed behind and watched the fairyland-like elven city and some of the elven soldiers who spoiled the scenery, but remembered a time when Starfleet dropped a large number of heavy element fusion nuclear bombs, completely turning a planet covered with 95% vegetation into a red purgatory - just because the military suspected that there was a hostile base on it and did not have time to send an assault force to find it.

This is war.

"Whether he is a constructor or not, he must be sacrificed. This is necessary to reseal the Hell Gate Fort. Zaridan's face flickered in the glow of the stray fireflies, "I have reason to believe that Iirdris has tried to reopen the passage between the main material realm and the abyss...... And according to Curator Tris's information, the only way we can re-close the passage now without the cooperation of the priests is to execute an evil infernal creature on the altar of the Hellgate Fort!"

"But......" Anton stroked his beard with a heavy face, "I'm sure that the construct is not an evil purgatory creature!

"But dear Mr. Anton, you can't deny his blood! and, according to Miss Milia, isn't the Evil Breaker also working on him?"

Milia looked at Anton a little confused, then at Zaridan, and finally nodded: "Yes, some sacrifices are necessary for the sake of righteous goals......"

"Then how are we going to kill him?" Anton sighed with some disappointment: "You should also know the combat power of that construct...... We have little chance of winning in hand-to-hand combat!"

"Don't worry about this! The nature of the passage is like this, if you don't let people come, you have to send people over¬--as long as we are ready, then that purgatory creature will naturally be expelled from the main material realm by the power of the Hell Gate Fortress, and the passage will also be closed!"

An elven warrior walked in: "He's coming." ”

Zaridan waved his hand and ended the discussion: "Alright...... Now let me talk to that creature. Let's go according to plan. ”

When Forty-Seven came in, he happened to run into Anton and Milia, who were about to go out.

Anton gave him a deep look, and stopped talking.

"Let's go, Mr. Anton. Milia's expression was also a little different from what she usually did when she saw Forty-Seven.

Forty-seven looked at their backs and glanced at their mouths. These tendoned holy warriors!

Then he frightened the fat, big grizzly bear at the door, and watched with satisfaction as it covered its nose and whimpered and left.

"Looks like you don't want to sit me down. ”

Forty-seven looked around Zaridan's cabin, a simple, spacious room with only a table and Zaridan sitting behind it.

Zaridan took the case. He leaped over the table with agility like a sprinting cheetah, but in momentum and strength he was like an angry grizzly bear, and the glittering dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake that chose to devour people.

Even Forty-Seven's eyes couldn't fully capture Zar Idaan's speed, and in the blink of an eye, Zar Idan had already circled behind him, and the short sword in his hand rested on Forty-Seven's neck: "Construct, you're not as fast as I thought. ”

"I doubt you'll be able to cut off my head at once......" Forty-Seven smiled a little narrowly, though it would be difficult for him to express this expression accurately, "But I don't doubt if I can blow up your dick at once." ”

His hand cannon was pointed at a more awkward position in Zaridan.

The elven warrior's fuchsia face turned a little redder, but he restrained himself from retreating.

"This iron shell is not an invincible barrier, the construct, this is my advice. Zaridan put away his dagger and sat down behind the desk, as if to meet his subordinates: "Although I don't like you...... But I still thank you for what you have done to our people. Joelis has already reported to me. ”

Forty-seven looked at Zaridan and bent down slightly, staring at him with two burning eyes: "Listen to your tone, it seems that you are already the king of the sleeping forest." ”

"Don't judge us by the shallow thinking of human beings!" Zaridan was a little annoyed: "What do you know! Everything I do is for the freedom of my race!"

Freedom! Freedom! How many sins are done in a false way. Forty-seven suddenly thought of this sentence inexplicably, but then felt that it didn't seem to be appropriate, so he waved his hand impatiently: "If there is something, you better hurry up, I'm busy." ”

"Help me to destroy the Hellgate Fort once and for all!" said Zaridan.

"Hell's Gate Fort?" this was the first time Forty-Seven had heard the name of the place, "What is that place, and what good will it do me if I help you?"

"Hellgate...... Zaridan seemed to fall into deep thought for a moment: "It's an ineffable filth place...... I wouldn't even want to mention the name if I didn't have to......"

But he quickly came to his senses: "You don't need to know this, constructing creatures. I'm going to organize a strong enough adventure team to go there and complete this mission...... And you're a great help to me. Once the Gates of Hell have been sealed, I will allow you to leave the Sleeping Forest, away from our Pure Land, with that disgusting human merchant - and preferably never to return. ”

Is that a benefit? Forty-seven almost burst out loud.

However, the adventures mentioned by Zaridan brought back some of his deeply buried memories, which kept coming back after seeing the female mage on the battlefield, as if a pool of stagnant water that had been dormant for a long time was suddenly stirred up by the agitation of a boulder that was suddenly thrown into it, and a large amount of sediment was flooded.

"Your mention is really unattractive. Forty-seven said disdainfully, "But considering the mood of the dead fat man and my own interest...... Give him all his goods, and I'll go with you." ”

Zaridan stared at Forty-Seven's face, as if to discern something meaningful in the tin sheet.

"Okay. Zaridan relented: "But he must return to the north at once with his caravan...... If we find out that he has anything to do with Argus, it will be more than just house arrest to face him. ”

Forty-seven nodded, it was a deal, but he didn't take it seriously at all. What does the dead fat man want to do, what does it matter to me?

Anton and Milia arrived in the square in front of the altar, and apart from the patrolling elven warriors, only a few druids were repairing the buildings that had been damaged by the riots last night. Although the riots were not severe, several houses were still facing collapse due to the trampling and crushing of the crowd, and the druids stood next to the damaged buildings, reaching out to form a half-circle, silently chanting elven incantations in their mouths, helping the houses, or rather the plants that make up the houses, to grow faster, in order to restore them to what they were before they were destroyed.

If it weren't for his careful planning and control of the situation in a short period of time, then the two sides were likely to break out into a large-scale conflict in the city ruled by the high priest of Ildris, and yesterday's almost bloodless coup d'état showed that the warriors were not all just brave and ruthless guys, and the warriors who were also very effective in politics would indeed become a respected and feared leader.

"What are you thinking, Milia?" Anton looked at the young knight in a daze, as if remembering something about his younger days.

"Oh, I don't know......" Milia looked a little flustered when Anton interrupted her train of thought, "It's just that I don't know how to express it......"

"Is it because of forty-seven, guilty for betraying him?"

"No...... No...... He was originally an evil half-purgatory creature...... It's not a betrayal...... Out of justice, even if there is no such situation, I will destroy him sooner or later!" Milia said firmly, his fists clenched.

"You know he's not a semi-purgatory, but it's not impossible if you do. Anton's voice was a little hoarse, and lately he spoke much more than he swung his sword: "But the most important thing is to be true to your heart, that is, to be true to your own justice. ”

The next morning, the elven city was still under semi-martial law, and the pointed wooden boat was ready to go to Hell Gate Fort.

Three sharp wooden boats broke through the sparkling lake and sailed away from the dock, and Curator Terris watched Zaridan and them go away, a complicated look appeared on Leng Xiu's face.

The canoe quickly left the lake and turned into a zigzag tributary - the sky that had been bright and bright a moment ago suddenly darkened, and the dense foliage of trees on both sides of the river even covered the entire river and intertwined with each other to form a tunnel-like shape.

The river was meandering, but the elves had no trouble running aground or running aground, and the pointed wooden boats swam in the water like nimble live fish under their control—though the one carrying the forty-seven was a little clumsy.

As the boat moved forward, the journey became darker and darker. This gloom is somewhat different from the gloom of the rest of the sleeping forest—if the gloom brings only the silence and silence of the night, the gloom of this time is inexplicably oppressive and indifferent, as if some unnatural, disgusting haze hangs over the voyage of all.

A faint glow suddenly lit up from a wooden boat at the forefront, and it was Milia who had lit the light to banish the oppressive and unpleasant darkness that had made her oppressive.

"Don't! put out the light!" warned Anton and Custer, who was in charge of the boat, at the same time.

Miriah hesitated, but quickly extinguished the light in her hand - but it still seemed to alarm something.

There was a small rattle in the trees on both sides of the riverbank, as if some small creature felt the light and stirred. Immediately, some faint points of light appeared in the deep woods, high and low.

"It's a leprechaun!" said Custer in a low voice, "Don't make any big moves, lest you alarm them...... These little things are very troublesome right now. ”

Milia watched as a leprechaun flew near her. It looked like a mixture of a child and a bee, with colorful patterns on its belly and back, and four translucent wings vibrating and humming faintly.

The goblin didn't seem to see Milia, or did not realize that the behemoth was a living being, and in its consciousness, perhaps Milia was no different from those towering ancient trees.

It wrinkled its cute little nose, sniffed left and right, and splattered with a little phosphorescent light as it moved, and this delicate beauty made Milia unexpectedly distracted for a while.

Suddenly, another flying leprechaun touched it - a chance collision that immediately turned the tide for the worse. The little goblin that was touched immediately began to be restless, it sizzled and screamed, almost occupying the upper half of its face, the black eyes that had no whites of the eyes were full of fierce light, and the round and lovely jaw like a child was also cracked and leaking sharp mouthparts, it could not find the little goblin that touched it, so it flew to the back of a companion who was hovering in mid-air, and the tail sting that bent its abdomen stabbed it fiercely.

The leprechaun let out a short, intense scream and flapped its wings desperately, but the poison quickly spread throughout its body, sending it whirling and falling into the river.

This work will not stop.,It's even more impossible TJ.,If you like this work, please continue to smash the ticket~ Thank you!

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the third chapter of the burning jungle round 37 Hell Gate Fort address is.