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Forty-seven's red eyes looked around- In his opinion, the bodies of Qiao Sen and Miria were covered with a layer of red light because of the heat emitted by the living body, and Milia was brighter because of the instinctive resistance to the cold, and Qiao Sen was like a torch in the body that was regularly expanding and shrinking because of the vigorous contraction and relaxation of the heart, but there was no abnormality in other than that; Forty-seven immediately focused his attention there, locked it and enlarged it, and found that it was a mouse with long stiff hairs, and it was squatting in the corner of the wall, stretching its little head to look left and right, and suddenly it seemed to be frightened, and swooped into the hole and disappeared - let Forty-Seven finally find a clue - He leapt from the top of the main fort, gliding down with his spread steel wings, and raised his two-handed sword, deciding to slash whatever or nothing was there.

"Milia be careful!"

Jossen also rushed into the field at this time. The long sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling light like the rising sun in an instant, dispelling the darkness around him, and several figures were like rocks emerging from the water after the tide receded, and they suddenly disappeared.

Sure enough, someone was there!, though it was only a flash of light, but Forty-Seven didn't get dazzled this time, but it helped him, and now that he had spotted the enemy, the situation was already under his control—if it hadn't been for the damn paladin who suddenly joined in and intervened.

Milia closed her eyes tightly, poured a bucket of cold water on herself, and suddenly felt as if a sharp sword was stabbing at her, she opened her eyes, and found that Forty-Seven was like a real demon, spreading its wings in the silver moonlight and flying down on herself, Milia instinctively held the sword next to her, but Forty-Seven had already come to her, and her huge black wings expanded and flapped, as if all light was obscured at once—he was going to attack me! Great fear and anger instantly took possession of Milia's heart, causing her to ignore the fact that Forty-Seven's direction was not directed at her, but intended to pass over her head, and she only reflexively jumped back, raised her sword and stabbed Forty-Seven in the waist again, the wound that still did not heal.

Flames erupted from Forty-Seven with a roar, and he changed direction and staggered to the ground, not standing still, and falling several times like an out-of-control fighter crash, and dust and smoke were everywhere.

"I'm going to kill you!" Forty-Seven was like a tiger with its tail chopped off, roaring wildly and waving its teeth and claws.

"Miria!" Two sharp arrows shot at Qiao Sen like meteors, choosing the position that was the most difficult to guard against in his movements and posture at this time, with Qiao Sen's experience and skills, he couldn't help but have an ugly side roll to dodge these two arrows, but before he could stand up, the two scimitars had already cut down out of thin air, forcing him to continue rolling, and he couldn't stand up for a while!

At the same time, before Milia, who had just landed from a backward jump, could see the shape clearly and react correctly, a slender and slender hand reached out from the darkness behind Milia, encircling Milia's neck and taking her life into control at the same time.

"This stupid idiot woman!" Forty-Seven calmed down, his body covered in scarred sword marks.

Miria's eyes widened in confusion, and a cold hand under her neck and the blade on her vest reminded her that the other party could take her life at any moment.

"Wait a minute, Masters of the Sleeping Forest!" said Josson, and pleaded urgently, but the enemy's offensive did not slow down in the slightest.

The other party gradually appeared, as if slowly melting from the night air, she stood behind Milia, her lilac robe swaying slightly with the night wind, her appearance silent, like a ghost.

Actually, it wasn't a ghost, it was an elf.

"Stop. ”

The spirit who restrained Miria spoke, and his voice was as clear as a mountain spring in the forest.

Jossen had rolled under the wall, and there was no way back. The two elves retreated, but the star-lit tip of the scimitar was still pointed at him.

A few elves also appeared around Forty-Seven - they stood cautiously out of Forty-Seven's attack range, their longbows drawn to the brim, and the tips of their arrows pointed at the seemingly extremely dangerous creature.

The back door of the main castle opened, and Frey, attracted by the roar and the noise of battle, walked out vigilantly - they thought it was the Half-Purgatory who had clashed with two paladins again, and were immediately stunned by an arrow flying towards the lintel.

They appeared on the city walls and watchtowers with the swaying of starlight, but a few people covered all angles, making people feel as if they were surrounded by thousands of horses, the purple cloak seemed to be an extension of the night, the white eyes did not show any expression, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth even showed a sense of mockery.

The elf who grabbed Miria lifted his hood, revealing a beautiful but expressionless face, and his dark skin actually gave a smooth feeling: "Cycad Dina Yaris, Olena Muda Cadali, Taunara, Taluzia Kusali, ......"

Everyone was at a loss.

"Night Elves are very disdainful of speaking the languages of other races, and they don't speak any other language unless no one really understands them. Frey reacted quickly, explaining to everyone, as if he wanted to ease the current tension, or simply use his words to turn his brain, but when everyone waited for him to translate, Frey spread his hands: "I don't know elf, see what I'm doing!"

"My people will not die in vain......" the elf spoke again, in a language they understood.

"Give that girl to me first, I'm going to kill her!" Forty-Seven suppressed his metallic voice, as if trying to hide the fact that he was already in a state of extreme anger, but in fact Forty-Seven was wondering why such a simple declaration of revenge was such a simple sentence to babble in Elven language, which was really inefficient language.

"What are you talking about? Wait, please don't hurt that knight!" Jossen stood up and tried to rush over, but immediately stood up again under the threat of two scimitars, his expression anxious, and he seemed to be a little concerned.

"Wash blood with blood, return a tooth for a tooth, and kill the people of the night, you will be punished a thousand times more!"

The elf spoke again, in a cold and even poignant tone, but the silver bell-like voice made people feel refreshed.

"Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!" Frey finally figured out the situation, the other party must have sent a search team because the elves who came to trade did not return on time, and found the corpses of the elves outside the stronghold, so they indiscriminately surrounded the entire stronghold, but fortunately they still had some discernment, and did not directly conclude that their group was the murderer, so he immediately called out to hit the sky: "We have just come here! The people of our chamber of commerce have also been attacked, and they have died so miserably-we are not murderers!" We've got to get to the bottom of this—"

Frey said as he squeezed away the mercenary and walked forward, suddenly "whoosh", and then a tuft of unknown animal feathers appeared at Frey's feet, and after a closer look, he realized that it was an arrow whose body had completely sunk into the ground, Frey broke out in a cold sweat and stopped intending to approach the past.

An elven archer standing on the wall drew an arrow from behind his back and re-aligned his bow in a graceful posture as if dancing.

"The trust that unbelieving human beings place in you is a contempt for their own lives. Having said that, the elf still let go of Milia, not knowing if it was because she felt that the whole scene had been brought under control, or because Milia was a paladin.

"This is indeed a misunderstanding, how can you believe it?" Frey cried, this trip really made him have enough: "You have seen corpses, there are also many corpses of our Chamber of Commerce, and the mercenaries of the Chamber of Commerce may have the power to destroy the great divine and powerful elven warriors of Miè?"

Frey was already a little incoherent in a hurry, and took out the tone in which he spoke to the brass dragon.

Milia returned to Jossen's side and didn't even look at Forty-Seven.

"I'm Joels, the Captain of the Dark Elves, and we don't want to harm any innocent beings, but now, you must follow me back to the Sleeping Forest and be judged by the great Priest of Darkness!"

"Ridiculous! I'm not going to just leave myself to an inexplicable person to judge, who knows what standard he will use to look at me. Forty-seven turned to Frey: "I told you Mr. Merchant, you will be dragged to death by those two guys, and now even I am affected!"

"Even if it's a purgatory, we won't treat it differently. Joelis never seemed to speak so coherently: "The priest of darkness is just, but he will never ignore any evil against nature!"

"Aren't the creatures of purgatory evil enough?" Forty-Seven tilted his head to look at Jossen and Miria standing to the side.

Frey also looked at Qiao Sen with a pleading gaze: "Mr. Qiao Sen, for the sake of me leading you out of the hustle and bustle of the desert, help me!"

"Dear Captain Joelis, please listen to me......" Jossen put his hands on his chest, bent down slightly, and made a standard Night Elf salute: "I am Jossen of the Knights of the Morning Light, I swear by my faith and reverence for the Lord of Splendour, we are not the murderers of your companions, please believe me!" But after all, they died in the stronghold of the Chamber of Commerce, because of the selfless help of this merchant before, I promise you in the name of the Knights of the Morning Light that we will definitely catch the murderer and give you an explanation, so, give us some time, please accept my request!"

"Paladin...... We were allies in the distant ages of undulines, but now, with war between elves and humans imminent, we cannot believe it, you. ”

At dawn, a hundred elven troops escorted Frey and his mercenaries out of the stronghold and headed for the Sleeping Forest, followed by the camels in huge wagons.

Brothers and sisters, vote...... Pritz ......

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the raid address of the elves of the twelfth round of the burning jungle in the third chapter.