"If it were just as simple as shooting to death, I wouldn't have to bring you here." Vincent looked at the vast wetland in front of him: "If the undead creatures didn't leave any spies for reconnaissance here, would you believe it?"

Shelley put her hand on her forehead and looked forward. All she could see was a beautiful natural landscape. She didn't find anything unusual at all. Even if she squinted her eyes, she couldn't find anything suspicious.

"I haven't found so-called spies, but I believe they must be there." Shelley said: "According to the mobility of ghosts, they can emerge from the ground at any time and then retreat quickly. It is indeed difficult to prevent them."

"So, you have another very difficult task." Vincent waved to Shelley, then whispered his plan into her ear.

After listening to the mage's suggestion, Shelley frowned: "If it were in Dark Elf City, I would think this was a trap set up, a conspiracy to frame me. But the situation is different after all..."

"This matter does have its dangers." Vincent said: "This is just an insurance measure, not an indispensable part of the plan. If you don't want to take this risk or are not optimistic about this plan, Of course you don’t have to participate.”

"I never said this." Shelley licked her lips excitedly, her eyes showing the light of a beast when it sees its prey: "To be honest, always staying among those elves makes me a little uncomfortable. Now I am a person who can make me relax. A good opportunity."

"Then, be careful." Vincent said softly, "Safety is the top priority."

"Are the undead more dangerous than the drow?" Shelley waved her hand: "Don't forget, they were once just cannon fodder for us to control."

Vincent said nothing more and walked toward the center of the Broken Star Swamp alone . His eyes were always paying attention to the movements around him, his steps were very gentle, and his black robe gently slid across the calm water, leaving a series of ripples. Shelley stood at the edge of the forest at the edge of the wetland, looking at Vincent's back as he left alone, but she always felt that something was missing next to the black figure.

"Without me, a former dark elf." Shelley thought for a while and found the answer.

The mage chanted a spell softly. In front of him, the silver ball of light with runes printed on it slowly rotated, and the power of the magic source was continuously transmitted to Vincent. According to his current ability, he is not enough to directly use these huge powers to strengthen his own spell abilities, but it can be used as an intermediary station to extend the time and strengthen the effects of the spell scrolls or magic items around him. Given enough time, he can slowly change everything around him.

On the surface, there is no change at all in the Broken Star Marsh . It's just that some small insects felt the fluctuations of magical energy, were attracted, and flew around the black-robed mage. But they couldn't get too close, and a strong repulsive force spread like waves to the surroundings as Vincent chanted the spell.

The ground under the mage's feet seemed to have gained the ability to breathe, constantly rising and falling. One bubble after another bubbles emerge from the moist soil. With Vincent as the center, the entire land is undergoing transformation. The mage's ultimate goal is to transform this fallen star swamp , which originally did not have the ability of Erutalon's holy water , into a trap to deal with the undead army.

Shelley hid quietly in the grass, observing the surrounding situation intently. According to the mage's instructions, several skeletons soaked in the swamp water in the distance caught her attention. Shelley originally thought that it might be the remains of creatures that drowned in this land, but Vincent pointed out that in this country where only elves live, how could such a clumsy creature die in the Falling Star Swamp ? Moreover, the strangest thing is, how could an elf, who respected the dead and death very much, watch the corpse being exposed to the sun in broad daylight and ignore it?

There is only one explanation, that the corpse is nothing more than a member of the undead army, a skeleton that still has the ability to move.

Vincent's spell is still being cast, and the long spell seems to never end. Ribbons of light of various colors danced around him, and the strong wind blowing from under his robe made the short grass around him nod. The crackling sound gradually sounded, setting the rhythm for the mage's singing-like magic.

The trees in the distance swayed slightly, looking like a gust of wind. A smile appeared on Shelley's lips. The mage had already foreseen the possibility of this scenario happening. The female drow quietly approached Vincent and bent down , her body curled up like a cheetah ready to pounce. Vincent told her that when the spell becomes very "gorgeous" and radiant, that is when the plan starts to be implemented. Vincent has already used the knowledge he learned from the dark elves and the magic source he mastered to drive the magic scroll he prepared a few days ago, so that the work of transforming this swamp can proceed automatically. The eye-catching effect he is creating now is just for the undead creatures to see.

Shelley rushed towards Vincent's back, and the weapon in his hand slid in a perfect arc, swinging from the mage's left waist to his right shoulder. A blood flower bloomed over the wetland, and Vincent's screams alarmed the birds all over the land.

The mage in black robes fell to the ground uncontrollably like fallen leaves in autumn. Shelley walked around the "corpse" twice more, as if admiring her masterpiece. Then he pretended to be aware of it and quickly left from the mage's side.

When she passed the suspicious "skeleton", Shelley stopped suddenly. After a short period of inspection, the female drow pulled the skeleton up from the ground, looked at the empty eyes and said, "Take me to your master, or let you experience a pain more terrifying than half-death."

The skeleton remained motionless, its limbs hanging softly, maintaining the "consciousness" it should have as a corpse. Shelley suddenly threw it towards the big tree next to it. A burst of smoke passed and many broken bones fell from the skeleton.

"If it was a real corpse, it would have fallen apart long ago!" Shelley shouted: "Get up and lead the way!"

The skeleton slowly stood up from the ground reluctantly, shaking its body to find a new balance point. When the female drow approached him, the skeleton finally limped toward the depths of the forest, heading towards the location of the undead army under the cover of dense branches and leaves.

Shelley followed behind without saying a word. She wanted to look back and check on Vincent several times, but her reason prevented her from doing so. From now on, her mission is to convince the leader of the undead army that she is a dark elf who has come to the surface to perform a special mission, and to make the undead souls fall into the trap set by Vincent.

She is now on her own - but this was the life Shelley had been living before she met Vincent.

Vincent's "corpse" was still lying on the ground, motionless, not even breathing or the ups and downs of his body. The little birds in the sky thought that this human being had died, and made a sad cry, hovering above his head. The compassionate living habits of the elves also slowly changed the habits of the surrounding animals.

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At this time, a ghost emerged from the ground next to the black robe. Only in the Broken Star Marsh are the ghosts not afraid of the power of the holy river and able to lurk under the land. It floated to the mage's body and touched it gently with its translucent tentacles. Suddenly, the mage's body seemed to have been destroyed by the "dissociation technique" and turned into a pile of powder, which then dispersed in the wind. Only a scroll that fell nearby became the only evidence of the mage's existence.

The ghost tried his best and took several attempts to get the scroll in his hand. As revenants, it is difficult for them to affect earthly objects. But they are masters at destroying the souls of the living.

after the ghost floated away with the scroll, Vincent finally slowly got up. He was camouflaged with illusions all over his body, completely simulating the surrounding scene. He had already stood on the outskirts of the Broken Star Marsh when Shelley approached . Naturally, he himself was not harmed, only a realistic magic performance was going on. As a magic master of the prophecy and illusion systems, playing with various deceptions is his most proficient method. The mage watched for a while, making sure that everything was as he expected, and then quietly left in the direction of the elf. However, for the sake of safety, the illusion was never lifted.

Vincent took off his disguise only when he rowed the boat back to Heather's ferry. He returned to the same look he had when he left, the only difference being that he had a tired look on his face. The elves tied a white string around the tip of the boat and pulled him to the shore.

"Welcome back, Mr. Mage." The elf held onto the edge of the boat and said, "Where have you been these days? We are very worried about your safety. Where is the lady traveling with you?"

Vincent jumped ashore and answered his questions with a smile without speaking. Then the mage quickly walked towards the palace at the top of the holy mountain, his steps brisk and hurried.

"Something big needs to happen." The elf moored the boat and looked at the mage's back.

As soon as they reached the highest platform, a figure jumped over from the branches outside the palace gate. Little Soka immediately hugged Vincent's arm, shook it and said, "Brother Vincent, you are finally back. Many people are looking for you!"

The mage stroked the angel's head and said softly: "Little guy, who has come to see me?"

"Hmm..." Soka tilted his head and thought for a while: "The one who comes most often is an old elf uncle, with leaves hanging all over his body. His name seems to be Nota."

"Nosta?" Vincent looked at Sokka. Now the little angel was hanging on his prosthetic arm and swinging. Vincent, who basically understood how to use the adamantine arm, didn't care about the weight. He asked, "How many times has Nostar been here?"

" It seems like more than ten times." Sokka said: "It's more than my fingers. I can't count."

The mage put the angel on his back and carried her forward while thinking about the motives of Arch Druid Nosta. Judging from the behavior of the elves encountered on the road, Heather has not encountered any war harassment in the past few days, and it is still some distance away from the time when the undead attack estimated by the mage, so a firefight will not happen so soon. Although Nosta, the great druid, is a bit stubborn and only things related to the Elf Holy Land would alarm him so much, he is not as anxious as Soka said and would come so frequently to find the whereabouts of the mage.

There are only two things that might make this archdruid act like this, one is the seeds of the holy tree, and the other is the dark elves.

The seeds of the holy tree have nothing to do with the mage. Vincent is just a transporter of items and will never have any responsibility. But what if Nosta already knew Shelley's identity and wanted to "warn" Vincent or protect him, or even eliminate the drow who entered the elven holy land?

Vincent stopped and stood motionless in front of the Elf Palace. Sokka looked at the mage in confusion, but her attention was quickly attracted by the flowing silver patterns on the mage's robe, and she poked the soft black robe with her little finger.

Vincent's insightful eyes have seen the situation in the palace. The Archdruid sat on a stake in the Heather tree with a stern look on his face, with more than a dozen elf warriors standing beside him . They all looked like elite warriors. Each one of them was full of energy, and their eyes sparkled with light—the eyes of a hunter. Vincent looked at the weapons they carried, whether they were elven longbows or delicate and slender swords, they were all top-grade products that had withstood the test of time. The wizard could even picture them wielding these weapons, gracefully and deadly. At this point, there is actually no difference between them and the dark elves, they share the same blood of war.

These people in the palace undoubtedly have the strength to become the martial arts masters of the dark elf family.

The mage stood for a moment, calculating in his mind all the scenarios that might happen. He gently patted Sokka's arm and said to her: "Soka, I gave your invisibility stone to Shelley, so if danger occurs, you can fly to the Elf Queen Hern Fanrui ."

"Oh!" Sokka said: "Brother Vincent, you promised me to give me another stone. This time I want a transparent one."

The mage nodded, the mighty staff glowing slightly in his hand and trembling with excitement. Vincent looked down at the powerful magic weapon in his hand, feeling confused. I had no intention of fighting the elves, so why did this staff begin to prepare its power as if it had received an order? It stands to reason that there is absolutely no thought other than your own that can affect this long staff.

Under Vincent's command, the mighty staff returned to normal and became as quiet as an ordinary wooden stick.

"Ah! Friend Vincent, you are finally back at this moment." Seeing the mage pushing open the wooden door of the palace, Arch Druid Nosta stood up and said, "Fortunately, you are safe."

The elves surrounding the Archdruid turned around and nodded to Vincent. Not all of them knew the mage in front of them, some had even heard of his name. But Vincent's name is linked to the first repulse of the undead offensive. The defensive strategies he provided to the elves are indeed effective. Even if ordinary elves don't know this, how could they, elite warriors, not know this?

"Good day." Vincent nodded: "What kind of wind can bring so many outstanding souls together?" Shelley was not around, and the little angel was also immersed in the hide-and-seek game with the flowing patterns on the mage's robe, and didn't care. What did the elves say. So Vincent directly used Elvish to communicate with the person in front of him. The words spoken by mages who were proficient in various languages were almost no different from the native elves, which surprised all the elves present except Nosta.

"Good day." Nosta said: "When the elite gathers, it is either a celebration or danger. Unfortunately, this time we are facing danger." He put his right hand on his chest and spread it flat Kailai: "First, let me introduce these warriors in front of you."

The Archdruid told the story of the elves around him in turn, simply but to the point. These people are all elven generals who came from outside Heather. They are usually responsible for the safety of various tribes living in groups, but the attack faced by Heather worried them and they all gathered here. Their work in various small tribes is no different from that of Nosta, but after all, the archdruid is an important elf in charge of the Holy Land, so in the command system, they still have to obey the instructions of the archdruid.

Vincent nodded to every elf present. Although he is a mage, has a lot of knowledge and power, and has mastered quite powerful magic, he can still only be regarded as a junior in front of these elven elders. Learning from those with experience is always one of the mage's precepts.

"This..." Arch Druid Nos pointed at a female elf next to him, suddenly stuck, and then said: "This is Her Majesty the Queen's daughter, Druid Yilinrui. Recently... I just recently recovered from meditation…."

Vincent has been observing the equipment of the elves in front of him with his eyes of insight, and estimated the combat skills that each elite is good at from their muscle lines. After hearing Nosta's words, he finally put his eyes away and looked at the elf in front of him. However, the difference between using the Eye of Insight and not using it is not big. The "covering" on this elf is indeed a little less.

Druids generally like to use natural fabrics, and even use animal fur or leaf cloaks to cover their clothes. But Illinre is more "druid-style". She only covered important parts with silver shells, and decorated her hair with small light yellow flowers. In addition, with the ivory necklaces on her wrists and ankles, these were the only clothes on her body.

However, her hair was longer than the average elf, flowing behind her to her knees. And unlike her mother, Yilinrui did not inherit the golden curly hair, or even have solid-colored hair like any elf. Like a rainbow after the rain, she has long hair of various colors flowing down like a waterfall.

Yi Linrui closed her eyes to prevent Vincent from seeing her eyes as green as the grass on a spring morning, but she wrinkled her strong nose and sniffed in the direction of the mage, then nodded affirmatively, and a smile appeared on her lips. horn.

"We finally met..."