"With us?" York muttered, "Can you still give me some advice?"

The elf priest glared at him coldly: "Then you have to let Vibe and Tekeley go first." She seemed ready to start a war at any time, "Or, do you want to rob them?"

"We all know, ma'am, let them go, and we have nothing to talk about. Judging from the situation, it will not do you good," said Ulier.

"Yes, we have three of us." The Orange Face Man added.

"There is only one 'man'." said the elf priest, "You and that drow are both traitors who defect to humanity. Before the Holly Agreement, the Aurenian Empire also slaughtered the submen and orcs. They drove the men and drow out of the surface, took away the wall of the long night and changed the name to Blackwood County, and burned the Molten Iron City. The Flashing Pool was only spared because it was far away from Knox. History was forgotten by future generations. Today, you can still stand with the enemy in a dignified manner."

It seems that she will say such things no matter the situation. Ulier is unmoved: "Don't delay time, ma'am. Let's just talk about the matter. Your companions' safety is up to you."

The elf priest gritted his teeth angrily. But if it were Uriel, he would not choose to start a war. Targeting the poet and the female doctor is the best way, maybe she will try to rescue the green elves in the cave... But Dalton is still hidden in the shadow. Even if she has a means beyond her profession, she would not dare to compete with a dark element to assassinate the speed of assassination. No matter which side, she could not solve it quickly.

"Where are you going?" In the end, she compromised.

“Triangle swamp.”

"You said you were leaving the forest!"

"Yes, but the Akiha walkway is temporarily out of reach." Ulier gave up her idea of ​​using the riverbank terrain to regain her companions, "The direction must be changed. I also know which side is Silver Stone Valley, ma'am, please don't think about leading the wrong way."

"You don't need to lead the way at all." The elf priest said softly, "I don't even know that there is a secret passage between the rocks that goes straight to the autumn leaves walkway. You came from the south, right? Are you a Breth?"

"No, it's a little further south."

The south of Brestatic is still human, which obviously will not increase the favorability. "You can't go to the Triangle Swamp." said the elf priest, "Another change the way. A monster fled to the swamp, causing a lot of noise. Now the monsters in the swamp are crawling everywhere."

"What monster?" the apprentice asked knowingly.

"A turtle on the ground. If you persist, we have nothing to talk about. Vibe and Tekeley will die there, and I will never agree."

She was lying, Uriel thought, but not all of them were lies. The elves priests had such a firm will to stop them from going to Triangle Swamp, and could even take the lives of two Green Elf companions. He knew there were no monsters in Triangle Swamp. Could there be other reasons? "We are going to Moniontoros, ma'am, do you have any better suggestions?"

"Cross the autumn leaf walkway. If you can adapt to the woodland."

Uriel stared at her: "No, let's go along the autumn leaf walkway. The river is not an obstacle. Dalton? Please bring Vibe and Tekeley - are they these two? - together."

York quietly approached him: "I don't want to carry two green elves! Can I drag them?"

Who cares about this? "Then you come to deal with her?"

"I'll go find Saudi Apper. But don't expect it. I'll beg Cleia to carry him away when I see him."

As long as he could throw away the damn lump of wood, I think he could walk for a day and a night. Unfortunately, the poet cherished the instrument very much and was reluctant to hand it over to Mr. Ring. Uriel turned his head and said, "Madam, to show sincerity, you can take her away. Her name is Weibi, right?"

The Elf Priest glanced at him vigilantly, but did not refuse. Of course she could not refuse. The shadow slowly swallowed the female green elf and threw her to the magic figure.

The elf priest quickly awakened the same clan with a drop of truffle and hid the latter behind him. During this period, no one took the opportunity to attack, and no one quietly escaped. She turned around and stared at the apprentice: "What abacus are you doing, human?" Obviously, Weibi's safe return surprised her.

"A friendly move proves that we are not coming for the Forest and the forest races in it. My destination is Moniontoros."

"I hope you are telling the truth, human." Her face calmed down.

"Of course it is. Gaia is in the name of virtue. I am Uriel, from Eastman. It is York and Dalton. And Miss Claya, she is a physician."

"I love Farafa, stop calling me lady."

"Saudi Apper." As soon as the atmosphere stabilized, the bard was no longer afraid. He waved his hand in a vibrant manner and showed the lyre in his pocket: "I am a poet, singer, or a Heather believer. Despite this, I never thought of walking with a beautiful elf lady. Luckily! I will write a new song for this."

When York's face frowned when he spoke, he said to Ulier: "You didn't mean to miss him, right?"

"Maybe. Okay, let's go quickly. Please carry that guy."

"I don't want to carry you anymore!"

The natural elves are not oily rubber. The little human race is familiar with Cangzhi Forest, which claims to be the ears of every tree in the forest. Of course, this is too exaggerated. Aifaraf jumps on the branches. If the trees really have ears, they may be deafened by the sound of her footsteps. Uriel knew that she was leaving traces for her fellow tribes so that the pursuers could come, but he did not stop them. There were traces everywhere here, and the "Di Ming Fortress" destroyed the ground and hills, and the crisscrossing cracks spread to the north. To find them, it may not be enough to rely on sparrow wine alone. Bertie's favor is the most important.

They walked ten minutes before they got rid of the cracks and collapsed trees. The air gradually became wet and the river was not far away. "It's up to the river." Dalton said, "Can any of you jump twenty yards?"

"You must not be pointing to jump long, are you?" York muttered, throwing the green elf to the ground. Afarafa glared at him fiercely, and Sita returned a mocking grimace.

"He added the flower crown to the snow." Saudi Arabia praised loudly, "...the waves are the shiny hairbands of the beauty."

Twenty-size-wide headband, Uriel thought to himself. Cleia patted his shoulder and signaled the apprentice to put herself down. When she passed through a clump of thorn trees, she sprained her ankle in a sink, and Uriel had to carry her over the Qiuye walkway. Fortunately, the other party was a doctor and was almost well. Another paperclip mercenary, Saudi Apper, was quite unexpected. The bard talked endlessly, and he still had the strength to expound the scenery.

Vibi followed Aifafa, his eyes rolling on the strings. Perhaps this is why the poet is full of energy. However, there is no admiration in her eyes, only plunder and hostility. Ulier decided not to remind Saudi Arabia, what is the harm of respecting others' fantasies? "Thank you for your guide, Aifafa, our agreement should be over."

The elf priest touched the ends of his hair. "Do you want to take Tykley across the river?"

“If you promise to watch, we won’t do that.”

"You believe my promise?"

"The forest race is different from humans, maybe your promise is worth a letter." Ulier knew not to mention the Holly Agreement at this time, although they knew each other. He drew out the sharp sword - not the rune sword, nor the iron sword. The white frost condensed into a crystal blade, and forced the nature elves to retreat in a cold manner.

The Frost Road extends in front of him, and the ring runes flashed. Under the mysterious storm, the water fairies fled one after another. The elf priest blinked in surprise. She probably recognized the magic of the White Messenger, and the apprentice thought. After escaping from the Holy City by chance, he would not be surprised if he met any strange acquaintances.

York woke Tekeley up and pressed him to the ground again as he counterattacked. "Stop this, man." Sita said in the elf, "Treat your stretcher?"

"You have been sleeping for too long, brother." The poet explained happily, "We won't go to war now." Unfortunately, the other party didn't understand. The same is true for Vibi. Perhaps Saudi Arabia's communication partner was love Farafa.

The elf priest helped the green elves and slowly retreated under a snow fir tree. She frowned and glanced at Soren from time to time. "I remember you are a clergyman, Uriel." Aifarafa finally spoke.

"This is what my profession magic shows."

"It's easy to misunderstand." she warned.

Uriel knew that she had the target. To be honest, the nameless person would not take the initiative to go to the tower to die. "Spirit Vision" was exposed to Iron's light, and he didn't know if there were similar excuses in the natural elves. How did she hide the power of the demon? "Thank you for your reminder, love Farafa, I hope your God will protect you." He also responded obscurely.

Miss Alfalfa stood quietly, with clear boundaries between dark green and frost white, and purple flowers on her ears were brighter than amber. Her eyes were full of hesitation, as if she was considering whether to say goodbye. Vibi was still staring at the poet's piano, Tycley was ashamed. They were indeed well protected by Heather, and the bad habits of human beings did not affect them at all. Saudi Arabia was right, they were rare travel companions. I really don't know what the two of them would feel after Dalton and York realized that their peers were demons. He felt that he would not know.

"What riddles are you guessing?" Dalton's voice came from his shadow.

"Riddle? This is a blessing among the pagans." Uriel teased. He turned around and turned the ice sword into water vapor and disappeared into the air. Drow grabbed the apprentice's shoulder and led him into the darkness. The river bank opposite was sparse, and the fields abandoned by farmers were now a second-generation forest. The cold wind of the frost moon whimpered, crossing the withered branches of the fir trees. This place may also be called a dense forest, but compared with the Cangzhi Forest opposite, it seems to be listless. Does this forest also have ears? He wants to know.

"Moniantoros is on the east side." said the oil rubber villain, "You must be able to find it."

"Okay, let's check out."

"Wait." It opened its mouth slowly, "Can you give me that pot of coffee?"

Uriel thought it would ask for wine. He turned his head and glanced at York, and Sita shook his head violently. "What do you want coffee?"

"Enjoy friends. Why, you have to pay for your debt?"

"That's not." But Uriel wasn't going to ask York to give up his drink, "Do you know coffee beans? I bet you've seen it."

...

They left Saint Valorand, but something was still following. Ulire soon fell asleep, because of the excessive consumption of magic. Then the bard unfortunately wrinkled the blisters on the soles of his feet and refused to go further. I had to worry about these things, Dalton thought, it was unfair. Fortunately, he could still adapt. When Dewet first arrived at the Knights Bay, there were still a bunch of drunken drunks in the Guards, so he had to use the brothers brought by the Kings to replace him, and he didn't even bother to find the nightingale that the royal party had placed in it. No matter how bad it was, it would not be the same as that time.

"I don't like horse-drawn carriages," York said bluntly, "so is Uriel. He especially likes horses."

"Can you tie him to the saddle?"

"How long does he sleep?" York complained, "Soren, can anyone who is sent by you Chloita be depressed?"

"Maybe you're right" said the ring without regard to his own affairs, "My master is not replying at the moment."

"The abnormality of Ulier started from the holy city of Zangwell," Dalton pointed out. "His situation has a cause, and it is more like the sequelae left by the messy potions."

"We shouldn't go to the Holy City."

"Think about the good, man." The poet grabbed his shoulder, "At least you met us, and Aldingnett."

"Yes, I won't say I can't use you. Can you give me some cheerful songs? This song is too slow and monotonous."

"I am narrating the epic - Saint Valorand and the Aurenian Empire! The brilliant war of the ancestors! The Silver Song Paladin and the Holly Agreement they promoted were really a group of people favored by the gods... Why wasn't I born in that era? I dreamed."

"Is that?" Dalton forced himself to smile, "I don't want to be born at that time nor dream."

"You are so disappointed." Although the night elves felt that almost no one could defeat him. "Uriel wouldn't say that. He had asked me about the war between the Aurenian Empire and Saint Valorand... Talents emerged! Everyone in the Silver Song Knight is a legend. Oh, you don't want to hear it. I know."

"You are so understanding, Saudi Arabia."

The carriage was bought from a merchant. The poor man saw Dalton and almost didn't even dare to take money. He knew what was going on. In the northwest of the continent of Pinia Io, you can't expect the night elves to have any good reputation. Needless to say, Sodria and Brestatic, Saint Valorand did not welcome anyone, Skraguk was a neutral country. The one who regarded the drow and all underground races as their greatest enemies was Favtanner, the kingdom of the fog elves.

The bard stretched his feet out of the window. "After the Holly Agreement, we may be the first human adventurers to cross the forest." He tweaked the strings, "Thinking of this, we are also the protagonists in the story."

York said "Ha" and said proudly: "We're done."
Chapter completed!