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No, my true identity is a mechanical space warrior, and no one has seen this until now.

"But you asked, but don't expect me to sue you, I'm suspicious of all older creatures. Forty-seven simply lay on his back in the chair, and it was strange that the wicker chair had been bearing the weight of forty-seven without being crushed.

"Huh...... Why? Time can give people more knowledge and tolerance, and they will be your very good friends. ”

The old mage of Argus, the brass dragon in the desert, and the old elf in front of him, none of them can make a good impression, the demons and devils in the bloody battle are all lovely, but no matter how many years they live, they are as impulsive and irritable as a bull in heat.

Besides, they don't survive long under normal circumstances, and will soon become fertilizer for the bloody battlefield, although no plants will ever grow there.

Forty-seven didn't say anything, extinguished the flame on his fingertips, and looked bored and just waiting for dawn.

"You've been to the Bloody War, haven't you......" Uther abruptly changed the subject, but the goal was inseparable from Forty-Seven's experience: "I've been there too, when I was very young......"

"Don't get close to me anymore, you won't get anything from me, neither Alphens nor you......" Forty-Seven interrupted Uther.

Uther was a little embarrassed for a moment, and continued to speak: "The Night Elves are mainly composed of three tribes, the Ildris tribe of the priests, the zaridan tribe of warriors, and the Uther tribe of the druids, of course, the priest tribe also has a large number of warriors and druids, and the names of the tribes are only named after the names of the clan leaders......"

"I'm not interested in any of that...... "Now Forty-Seven just wants to get to Argus early, where there are people and things he needs to retrieve."

"But I'm interested in you!" Uther gave a due warning to Forty-Seven's constant interruptions, "Because of the conflict with Argus, the country of mages, we are not going to give Mr. Frey freedom anytime soon, the main trading partner of the Northern Chamber of Commerce he represents is Argus, and all the goods that Frey brought this time are the magical metals needed to build those so-called weapons ......"

Hearing this, it caught Forty-Seven's attention, and he guessed correctly, Frey was indeed involved with Argus.

"What do you mean, if I don't help you, I'll be imprisoned here?" Forty-Seven's tone began to grow cold.

"If that's the case, Ben and I won't allow you to enter my tribe, and even if we can't destroy you, I can keep you trapped in the jungle forever when you enter the Sleeping Forest......

Forty-seven stood up with a "poof", and the temperature in the room seemed to rise suddenly, although there was no tangible flame in sight, but it was obvious that Forty-Seven's hostility was getting heavier and heavier: "If that's the case, I'll burn up the forest you're so proud of, or do you think I can't do this?"

"Hehe, I don't mean to coerce you at all......" Uther suddenly regained his kind face: "I only have one thing to warn you, please note that Alphens from the tribe of Ildris does not mean that she has any hostility towards you, just ......"

Custer knocked on the door and entered, revealing another female Night Elf standing outside the door.

After a brief exchange of words in Elven language, Uther stood up: "A pleasant conversation today, Mr. Forty-Seven, may the moon god take care of your journey until you reach your destination!"

Uther and the elf who had come looking for him left as quickly as he came.

Forty-Seven felt a little puzzled, he really didn't have much interest in the battle between Argus and the Night Elves, of course, except for the war itself, if there was a chance, he would be happy to crush Argus's army as a revenge for being taken from the core, but now, there were indeed more important things to do.

"What did they say?" Forty-Seven stretched out his arms, though he rarely slept.

"I only heard that a friend of Elder Uther came to visit him from afar, I don't know the specifics......" Custer sat down, looking really sleepy, "What did Elder Uther tell you?"

"I'm sorry I didn't get any reward to share with you. "Custer is a young and unscrupulous elf.

"Look at what you're talking about......"

At night, the village of the Night Elves was completely silent, and the plants and animals that could glow did not know whether they were asleep or had gone elsewhere to play, and the whole settlement seemed to be quiet and unusual, and Forty-Seven came to the entrance of the village, ready to leave here, he did not need a guide or any special equipment, as for the direction, just go straight.

Forty-Seven looked back at the sleeping village in the Sleeping Forest, thinking that maybe one day he would miss this place, but it would be nice to be able to get rid of those two nasty paladins......

Forty-seven walked out of the village, although Forty-Seven didn't see any Night Elf sentinels, but he could feel the Night Children watching him around the elven village, probably because he didn't receive Uther's order or received Uther's order, so no one stopped him, but it didn't matter.

Forty-seven tried to pick a more spacious place to move forward, and the sound of gurgling water was mellow in his ears, as if he was next to it, but when he followed the sound to find it, he found that the sound of water was gradually moving away with his footsteps, and he never saw it.

I don't know if the moonlight is shining on the forest, or the light from the forest is reaching the sky. The moon above the Sleeping Forest shines brighter than anywhere else, just as the two suns are blazing brighter in the Tumultuous Desert than anywhere else - and the full moon hangs above your head forever, as if it were following you wherever you go, as long as you are still within the confines of the Sleeping Forest.

Forty-seven stopped abruptly.

He spun half a circle, and then waved his hand—the beast-shaped armor on his left arm slid forward as if it had fallen off, splitting and reorganizing, and the triangular cone-shaped scales on the beast's head slid out into a huge flail full of edges and spikes.

The flails of fire roared through the quiet and dark forest, and the hot wind curled up the blades of grass as if they were striking a red-hot iron billet, but burst out with a silver brilliance.

Forty-Seven took a step back, and the recoil filled with divine energy penetrated the physical part he had gained in the bloody battle, bringing him all kinds of unstable negative emotions such as pain, resentment, and anxiety, which could not be improved or avoided...... This feeling is like a two-meter-diameter heat vent or an Achillesian heel on the Death Star, and the worst thing is that some opponents still pick this kind of weakness to find trouble for him!

The swinging flail smashed down under the manipulation of Forty-Seven, and made an ugly and terrible pit in the beautiful meadow.

The opponent retreated to dodge the blow, but he continued to retreat as the sawtooth greatsword slashed horizontally, and the long sword flowing with white light was precisely picked at the point where it was easiest to make the greatsword unbalanced, and even the most experienced and skilled warriors with two-handed swords would fall into passivity because of the sudden loss of control of the sword, either because of the forced stopping of the sword and the danger of stagnation and spraining wrists, or being brought out of balance and exposing their unguarded vital points in front of their opponents.

But Forty-Seven did not rely on skilful skill to wield the broadsword. His elbow and wrist joints spun in an unrestrained circle, and the greatsword not only stopped castration, but in turn slashed at an angle that another human couldn't even reach—of course, Forty-Seven wasn't human.

He was so hungry for blood—to let the jagged blades slice into flesh, tearing through paper-like skin and muscles, breaking fragile bones, and spilling entrails everywhere......

His opponent's sword rested on the giant sword that slashed diagonally, but instead of trying to block the blow, it bounced upwards with the help of force, and flipped over the top of Forty-Seven's head.

The blade of the sword sliced into the trunk of the tree, dragging Forty-Seven with the scorched debris of the tent.

"Enough! Calm down, Warrior of Steel!"

The man took a few steps back and lowered his sword: "We can talk!"

"Talk?" Forty-Seven's voice was hoarse after a smoky moment, "I've had enough of the damn paladin...... Maybe you can talk to my sword. ”

"Don't do that, I apologize for my previous misjudgment......" the other said kindly, and held out his hand in a friendly manner.