"I'm not the only one who might be aware of this."

When Carol finished saying this, the scene became extremely silent. The two friends stood in the empty temple hall, and no one spoke. And Vincent is thinking about countermeasures, how to prevent Shelley from becoming the target of the elves' "revenge" and save her life. But in the elf's mind, he was thinking about how to make Vincent realize the dangers of the dark elves.

"The drow named Shelley is very skilled, I'm sure of that." Carol said: "Although as a mage, Vincent, you have too many methods that I can't understand, but when a dangerous person who is proficient in assassination stands on your side, Can you keep yourself safe by your side?"

"You can rest assured on this, Carol." The mage nodded: "If the matter has developed to the point where it needs to be solved by force or magic, then I will be sorry for the title of 'think tank' you gave me."

Carol thought for a moment and then said: "I still can't believe the dark elf, even though I still trust your judgment. If you say that this dark elf is not dangerous, then I will pretend not to see her."

After saying that, she waved her fist in the air: "But if that guy does something detrimental to you or the Elf Kingdom, I will never let her go easily. I may not be her opponent in the past, but that may not be the case now! "

"Okay, of course I know this." Vincent said: "One thing I want to ask is, is there any other elf who knows the details about this 'executioner'?"

"Those are some elves living on the border. If this is good news, those elves do not live here, but in my hometown, which is some distance away from the Holy Land. But," Carol added: "Because Due to the attacks of undead monsters, many elves spontaneously came here to defend the holy land. Therefore, my companions may arrive at Heather at any time. How long do you think you can hide her identity?"

"In this case, I understand the current situation." Vincent said: "I will take good care of Shelley, so you don't have to worry."

"I hope so..." Carol sighed.

"Actually, what I'm most worried about right now is not her problem. As long as she or the elves don't take hostile actions in private and there is a buffer time, I will be able to let her live a quiet life in the elves' country. Moreover, Her Majesty the Elf Queen Hern Fanrui also already knows about this matter." The mage's eyes looked towards the endless forest outside the holy mountain: " There is only one thing I want to pay attention to at the moment, and that is the threat of undead creatures still hanging over this area. On the land. At this moment, any disturbance may cause a chain reaction. The definition of the word "enemy" will be infinitely expanded during the war. Even the elves who have experienced a thousand years of life experience cannot avoid falling into this This is a dangerous way of thinking. At this time, even if Shelley does not do any threatening behavior, she may still be severely punished. Only by quickly eliminating the threat of the undead can I carry out other work with peace of mind."

"Do you have any countermeasures now?" Carol said: "If it comes to fighting a war and defeating the enemy, I think as a human being and a mage, you should have a better idea." After saying that, she looked relaxed Xiaoxiao: "Anyway, I put the matter on your head. You should have figured out a solution with your brain, right? Think tank?"

"Hmph!" Vincent shook his head gently: "War is not my strong point. Do you still know this? The only battle I really participated in now was the defense of Moon Harbor City, and it failed. My current success The rate is zero.”

"Thinking about defensive strategies and commanding are completely different things." Vincent continued: "I have no confidence in winning."

"Then why do you still ask Her Majesty the Queen to participate in this battle?" Carol said: "And, most importantly, how do you know that the undead will still attack Heather after a failure?"

"Carol, not only do I know they will come, I can also be sure when they will come." The mage said: "Furthermore, after thinking about it this day, although I cannot guarantee victory, I can now guarantee that I will never be defeated by them. .”

"Is there a difference between the two?"

"You will know later." Vincent held the staff and walked out of the elf's hall with his head held high.

Back in the living room, Shelley leaned against the fence and fell into a meditative state. Although elves do not need regular sleep like humans, it is essential to enter a trance state in order to achieve harmony with their surroundings. But what Vincent doesn't understand is what kind of things Shelley, as a drow, will achieve harmony and unity with in this sacred place of elves.

The slightly trembling eyelids showed that Shelley had not entered a complete rest. Perhaps she did not want to truly enter a trance state now. Vincent stood in front of her for a while, waiting for Shelley to speak. But Shelley didn't speak.

So the mage took out a scroll from his space bag. This is the scroll he copied in the Black Crystal Tower. It records the magic runes carved under the giant metal ball. Combining the records of "Secret Laws" and the knowledge of dark elves' enchantments , Vincent has separated the part that provides magic power from the part that causes effects. Now he needs one of these effects to carry out his plan.

That night, Heather's mountain was always lit with a strong light, which could be clearly seen even from the lakeside dozens of miles away. This light comes from the room of the mage Vincent, and comes from the staff of power. The young mage didn't rest all night, working at his desk to create what he needed.

The elves who like to wander around at night and enjoy the beautiful moonlight were surprisingly quiet that day. No singing was transmitted from the entire holy mountain, only infinite silence echoed in the middle of the forest. All the elves saw the intense light, which stretched out from the window and shot into the sky, pointing at the bright moon. Around it, the shining stars seemed a little dim.

"Our mage friend must have some magical plan, please don't disturb him." All the residents here said this.

The next day, the mage left his room quietly, taking Shelley with him. They took a white pointed boat, crossed the holy lake before the rising sun cast its morning light, entered the Elf Forest, and disappeared into the moist mist.

Little Sokka yawned and lazily flew to the tree house where the Elf Queen lived. How could she sleep after being illuminated by strong white light all night? The angel handed a letter to Her Majesty, and then lay down on the steps and fell asleep.

He Enfanrui smiled , and the warm smile drove away the fatigue of the past few days. She gently picked up the little one in front of her and placed her on the bed paved with green leaves and flowers.

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While the angel was sleeping deeply, he chewed the delicious bed like a greedy sheep. After the queen read the letter, she summoned several elders living in Heather to discuss the situation.

For five days, there was no news from the mage. He seemed to have disappeared suddenly, and even the elves who were good at tracking in the dense forest could not find his footprints. However, the Elf Queen did not show any concern about this. Instead, she seemed to have put down a heavy burden. She now spends a lot of time playing games with Sokka every day. This little angel pleases her very much. On the contrary, all the elders lead their subordinates to do some "secret work". The elves who did not understand the internal situation were worried about the current situation. Many warriors and rangers searched back and forth in the elven forest. They were afraid that the mage had lost his way in this vast forest or encountered the undead.

A figure jumped quickly in the forest, from one tree to another, leaving only a black shadow. The slippery moss on the branches did not affect him, and his light movements did not even disturb the sleeping bird beside him. Only a few leaves fell gently, and this was the only clue he left.

When this agile elf ranger disappeared among the dense branches and leaves, two figures stood up under the big tree he just passed.

"It seems that this level of disguise is enough." Vincent brushed away a few leaves that fell on his head and flexed his muscles: "If the elves can't find the clues, then the undead have no hope at all."

"Of course." Shelley helped Vincent pick off some dead leaves from his mage's robe: "The elves' techniques are easy to learn."

"That's because you are also a member of the elves." Vincent said: "Drow also lived in the woods thousands of years ago."

"Now is not the time to discuss historical issues." Shelley didn't want to talk about this topic, so she said, "Do you need to do any more work? If I can still help, I will certainly not be idle."

"Of course, there is another job that is very suitable for you." The mage said with a smile: "In addition to continuing to cover up the traces of our passing here, while deceiving the elves and the group of undead creatures, you also have to stay by my side. When I cast wonderful spells I need someone to applaud me."

"Hmph!" Shelley expressed no comment on the proposal.

Deep in the Elf Forest is an area where the ground is muddy and only grass and shrubs grow. Herbivorous fish swim back and forth in the shallow water, dodging long-legged waterfowl. There is the only wetland in the Elf Kingdom, called "Remnant Star Swamp". Normally, few elves would come here.

On this day, two guests came to this small wetland, a black-robed mage and a beautiful female warrior. The bird resting in the grass stared curiously at the two uninvited guests with its small black eyes.

"A meteor once fell here, creating a huge crater. The lake water outside could not climb up the relatively high edge of the crater wall, but it slowly seeped in from under the soil. A layer of water and a layer of sand were formed. This land now." Vincent pointed to the open land in front of him: "This is the battlefield."

"Why are you so sure?" Shelley said: "I don't see any value here."

"Then let me ask you, what is Salantir's most powerful defensive force?"

Shelley lowered his head and thought for a while, frowned and said, "What I fear most are the elves' archers. Even in the dense forest, they can shoot sharp arrows from the gaps between branches and leaves. Coupled with their elusive skills, they are quite capable of shooting." Hard to defend."

"No, in the eyes of the undead, those bows and arrows are not scary." Vincent said: "In fact, the most powerful defensive weapon is the river of Salantir. The water flowing in from Ertalon has similar The effect of holy water. Although it is not as powerful as the holy water produced by the Holy Greafury Priest, it has an incomparable advantage: quantity."

"I remember you once reminded us about the power of the river water. But how do you use the river water?" Shelley asked in confusion: "Don't the undead guard against this threat?"

"No, in their first attack, the undead did not deliberately avoid the river here." Vincent said: "According to the Queen's description, the undead in the first attack were mainly ghosts and vampires, both of which were One feature is that they can fly . The river water under their feet does not cause much trouble. They just seize the weaknesses of the elves' defense and attack unexpectedly. If they were replaced by any other race, they could actually have similar effects. .”

"Then why are you bringing up the river again?"

"Because it is impossible to capture the Holy Mountain with vampires and ghosts alone. Although they are very powerful, their number is too small. It would only be possible if there were twenty times more." Vincent said: "The puzzling thing is that those food Where are the ghouls? Where are the zombies and skeletons? Where are the basic forces that should have been the undead army?"

"Yeah, after what you said, it's really strange." Shelley said: "Moreover, ghosts and vampires have no ability to fight during the day. Even if they gain an advantage at night, they have to suspend their troops during the day. The biggest advantage of the undead is that they can fight non-stop without getting tired."

"So, they deliberately ordered the flying undead to attack, attract the attention of the elves, and put on a posture of 'Erutalon's river water will have no impact on us'. They should launch a real attack next time s attack."

"Have you already thought of the attack methods of the undead?" Shelley chuckled as if he suddenly thought of something interesting: "You really have more brains than those empty skeletons."

"Now is not the time to joke. We still have important things to do." Vincent pointed to the Broken Star Swamp in front of him : "This is the only place that is not protected by the Holy Power. This is where the undead use walking to reach the Holy Mountain of Heather. The only passage. The vast meteor crater changed the flow direction of the nearby river, allowing the Erutalon River to avoid this area. If I were the leader of the undead, I would work hard to divert the attention of the elves from here, so that The main attacking troops can quickly pass through this open area. As long as you see through the first attack of the undead, you can understand their true intention."

"What did you see through again?" Shelley said: "Can't you mages finish everything at once?"

"Haha, I didn't mean it either." Vincent explained: "The undead didn't care about the casualties of the two powerful types of vampires and ghosts when they launched the first attack. In other words, they didn't expect these two types of undead to be the main attack. Strength. At this time, besides transporting large troops through here, is there any other possibility?"

"If you were the ruler of the Necromantic Orb, could you knock down the holy mountain called Heather and become its master?" Shelley asked curiously.

Vincent's eyes looked at the Holy Mountain in the distance. It looked a little hazy in the clouds and mist, but it didn't look out of reach. Then he turned back, looked into Shelley's eyes, and said firmly: "No."

After saying this, Vincent walked slowly towards the depths of the Broken Star Swamp . He leaned on his staff and carefully explored the path ahead, then jumped from one bush to another.

"Let me help you." Shelley jumped in front of the mage in a few brisk steps, and several birds fluttered their wings and quickly hid in the dense grass. The female drow said: "Your posture is too awkward. But why don't you use magic to fly?"

Vincent took out a scroll from his arms and waved it in his hand: "Because the work here is very heavy and the time is very tight. I must make all preparations before the next three moons disappear from the night sky. .”

But Shelley held Vincent back. The mage turned around and looked at her with puzzled eyes.

"The female elf has recognized me, right?" Shelley thought for a moment and said, "That's why you took me away from the Elf Holy Mountain, right? How bad the situation is now, tell the truth."

"Oops? I don't think so." Vincent said: "Seeing this wetland, I am full of confidence. Once the things here are solved, all problems should be solved. Even if more elves recognize it at that time I don’t think there will be any problem with you. But that nickname you got is really terrible, and you are actually called the executioner. How many elves have you killed?”

"I never remember those numbers, they are nothing." Shelley shrugged . "When I want to go to the ground to see the beautiful scenery outside, the only way to avoid arousing suspicion is to join the team attacking the ground. For this For this purpose, it doesn’t matter if more elves are sacrificed.”

"It's a helpless choice." Vincent said: "I can't say that you shouldn't be punished, but it shouldn't be now. When I start to cast spells, help me pay attention to the surrounding situation."

"If it means killing anyone who comes close, I will be happy to do it."