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"I'm sorry, madam." Vincent said to Yi Linrui, who was gradually approaching: "I don't understand what you mean by 'finally meeting'."

"Maybe you can't see clearly the fog of fate now, Vincent." The female elf stood in front of the mage. She exuded an alluring fragrance, but it was not from the yellow flowers in her hair. That smell comes from herself, lingering around her graceful body all the time. When she raises her arms or smiles, the flavor is stronger.

"The meeting between you and me has long been destined. I have foreseen this moment, but I never knew who would be standing in front of me. Now I have seen the lifeline of the future..."

"Haha." Vincent smiled: "I don't know when the elves, who have always praised the wonderful moon, began to explore the secrets of the stars and turned their interest to predicting the future."

Vincent turned to Archdruid Nosta: "Why have so many elven generals gathered in this temple? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Thank you for your kindness, friend Vincent." Nosta said: "Her Majesty the Queen asked me to mobilize a team of elves to your command so that they can play an important role in critical moments. So now our elf warriors are all Standing in front of you, please choose one of the teams."

After a moment of silence, Vincent replied: "In this land, I am a guest, and you are the master. Neither humans nor elves have the custom of commanding or ordering their masters. Therefore, I should not be the one to choose the elves to fight. Instead, I offer my services to the elves here.”

But still no elves spoke, which was inseparable from their proud nature. It's not that they are so withdrawn. When facing familiar friends, the elves express their enthusiasm in their own unique way, and even the most picky guests can feel the friendship (except for the dwarves, who always feel that the elves are not enthusiastic enough, regardless of these "pointy ears") what they” do). But during war, an elf will always be surrounded by another elf. It is difficult for them to believe that foreign warriors can reach their level. Even after defeating the strongest elven warriors, this feeling remains.

Therefore, Vincent had expected the current cold situation. He had already explained his general plan in the letter, but in order to prevent the confused Sokka from losing the letter, he did not mention the place name of the Broken Star Marsh . Vincent never asked the elves to provide him with warriors, and there was no need for this link in his vision. All he needs is that what the elves made according to his drawings has been successfully produced.

Just as Vincent was thinking about the right words to politely reject Nostar's proposal, Yilinrui stood beside Vincent: "My team and I will help the mage and act together in this battle."

"My lady, I'm afraid this is not appropriate." Before Vincent could speak, Nosta said: "Her Majesty the Queen will not approve of such an arrangement, both rationally and in terms of practical effects. Of course, I I also disapprove of such a combination." The archdruid turned to Vincent and said: "I will use the Moonhand Guard to assist you, so Ms. Illinre will remain in Heather."

"No!" the princess said: "In any aspect, you are not my commander, so I will act according to my wishes. Even my mother will not stop me from doing this. Moreover, no one can deny it. , my team is the most elite team in the entire Elf Kingdom. And..." Yi Linrui said seriously: "Such an arrangement was also within my foreseeable future."

Vincent really wanted to place Yilinrui in the Heather Holy Land, and he would rather choose the "Moonhand Guards". This is a guard trained by Arch Druid Nosta personally, specifically responsible for protecting the safety of Queen Herne Vanrei . Although Her Majesty the Queen's strength keeps her in a safe state, no one is stupid enough to want to attack the Elf Queen in the Holy Land. Therefore, the combat effectiveness of this guard has never been tested in actual combat, but no one can deny that they Strength. There were once some guard members who were eliminated by the new elite warriors and returned to their original tribes from the Moon Hand Guard . They all became the most powerful defenders in the local area and became famous. From this, it can be easily inferred how elite the soldiers in the Moon Hand Guard are.

But Vincent just said that he would not choose to serve as an elf warrior. So now he could only wait quietly without saying a word.

Nosta was still trying to persuade Yilinrui, hoping that she would stay within the confines of the Holy Land and not leave. But the princess seemed to have no such desire. She always insisted on her original opinion and always used her "foresight" as a weapon to fight back against Nosta. Every time he hears this word, the Archdruid's momentum seems to weaken a little. When the little angel who didn't understand anything yawned out of boredom, Nosta finally gave up his opinion and helplessly agreed with Yi Linrui's statement.

"In that case, I will be waiting for you at the door, Vincent." Yi Linrui said: "At that time, everything will be ready. I look forward to our cooperation."

The mage nodded. As long as the elf didn't hold him back, any arrangement was acceptable to him. The only difference is that some arrangements are more reassuring for him, while others are not.

After this matter was arranged, the elven generals also left one after another after a simple farewell. The archdruid stopped Vincent, and the two stood in the middle of the empty palace. Nosta looked at the black-robed mage and spoke first.

"Vincent, the current situation is very serious as you predicted. A few days ago, several tribes on the border were attacked. Although there were no large casualties, it brought great consequences to our people. Here comes the uneasiness and unnecessary speculation. What do you think of the situation?"

"According to the words of the elves, even if dark clouds cover the sky, the moon is still shining. I think the victory of this battle still lies with the elves." Vincent nodded to Nosta: "From the beginning, I did not think that you You will fail. I am only reducing the losses you may encounter on the way to victory, and the outcome of the war is actually already determined."

"Why do you say that, friend mage?" Nosta asked: "Have you predicted the outcome of this battle?"

"No, Archdruid. I don't have the ability to predict - although I am also proficient in such spells, I choose not to believe in those misty illusions. I just analyzed the strength of the two parties and came to this conclusion. .”

However, this is all based on the fact that the numbers provided by the elf are not very inaccurate.

"Thank you for your speculation. Among many elves, your reputation can play a role in stabilizing emotions, just like the most beautiful music." Nosta suddenly changed the topic: "I hope you can take good care of Yilinrui, especially There is a dark elf beside you. I am very worried about your safety and the safety of the little angel behind you."

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Vincent's brows furrowed. It seemed that Shelley's identity had reached the ears of the Archdruid.

"When the Elf Queen told me this, I was indeed full of surprise and confusion. To be honest, I wanted to expel the female drow named Shelley next to you immediately. I don't know what she used. With such a camouflage method, he actually turned his whole body into white, escaped the entire border defense of Salantir, and even entered the land of Heather..."

Vincent observed Nosta's expression and found no expression of excessive excitement or frustration. It can be inferred from this that the archdruid will not take any action against Shelley for the time being. It seems that the elf queen's prestige has convinced this loyal defender of the Holy Land.

"But Her Majesty the Queen told me that you took the initiative to inform the distinguished lady about this secret matter. I think you should have been fully prepared to prevent possible dangers, otherwise you would not have entered this place. A piece of land. Isn’t that right, Mr. Vincent?”

"Yes, I did think of a countermeasure."

"I have heard of your name a long time ago, a once-in-a-thousand-year magic genius; many years ago, when you came to this land, you had already gained the friendship of our elves with your unique character. Salantir is free, and no door will stop you. However, I still cannot agree with your partner. The dark elf is not welcome here." The archdruid said: "Although it is a bit ruthless, what I said was as polite and restrained as possible. I hope you can understand our position."

"At this point, I can naturally understand." Vincent said: "So, on the eve of a possible conflict, Shelley is not by my side. But, my elf friend. Now, the dark elf you are talking about , are risking their lives for the safety of the elves. I hope you can remember this."

"Although the words of mages are always full of mystery and wisdom, I have to say that what I said just now is really unimaginable to me." Nosta thought for a while and said: "If all she did was for I think it is impossible to get forgiveness from the elves. But...if she does risk her life to work for her former enemy, I think I will give her a chance to prove herself again."

"What she needs is a non-judgmental gaze." Vincent nodded to the Archdruid: "I don't expect the elves to cast this kind of gaze on every dark elf, but I want you to guarantee that , she is definitely an exception, and she deserves that.”

"I hope so." The Elf Druid said: "One thing I still can't understand is, why are you asking for trouble to bring a dark elf into Salantir? Is there something that prevents you from being separated, and there is something wrong with you. What makes it necessary for you to come to this land? Perhaps only a wise lady can know. Speaking of our lady, Her Majesty, after reading your letter, has ordered everyone to make the things you mentioned overnight. Those strange things The gnome tools are all ready.”

"That's good." Vincent said: "The rising sun of victory has begun to shine in my eyes. Is there anything else you can do, Archdruid?"

"No more, friend." Nosta said: "I wish you a safe journey."

When the mage walked out of the temple, it was already a little groggy outside. However, the elves did not go to rest, they were still busy on this land. On the platform of Heather Tree House, some simple observation towers are being built to observe the situation on the entire lake. Moreover, fences are built on the branches for concealment. When necessary, the elven archers can use this as a bunker to shoot down enemies who dare to approach. Although every elf firmly believed in their hearts that the Holy Mountain of Heather would never be defiled by the undead, their preparations were still meticulous.

Some rope bridges have been put away, while others are under construction. The elves are gradually replacing the ropes connecting each platform with objects soaked in holy water. Such things will make it difficult for the undead to approach, and can also connect important buildings more firmly, allowing the escort team to reach the holy mountain more quickly. any corner.

A scent of fragrance drifted with the evening breeze. It was the elves who were preparing dry food for the warriors. They collect fruits from the forest and use nectar and some precious herbs as seasonings to make this special bread. The elves call it "Illinoth", and the more popular name is "elven biscuit". This kind of food is also spread among humans who are proficient in imitation, and its delicious taste has been praised by everyone. But only those that have been blessed by the Elf Moon Priest are real elf cookies, and those made with Heather's raw materials are even better. In addition to quenching hunger and thirst and relieving fatigue, they can also heal wounds on the body to a certain extent, or provide support to seriously injured and dying soldiers, allowing them to persist until rescue teammates arrive. Usually, this elf biscuit is prepared for those soldiers who patrol dangerous border areas for a long time. Now, every elf must prepare for a war that may occur at any time, and this elf biscuit, which can be stored forever, is where it comes into play.

Amidst the aroma of this wonderful food, another person with a strange smell walked up to Vincent. The female elf Yi Linrui held a small green bag in her hand, which was not much different from Vincent's spell material bag. She said to the mage: "I have made all preparations. What are your instructions now?"

Vincent looked behind Yilinrui and saw no other elves. He was a little confused. Wasn't it said that the princess's team was the most elite in the entire kingdom?

"Are you alone?" the mage asked.

"Yes. So this team is the most elite."

Vincent stared at Yilinrui's eyes, trying to read the elf princess's thoughts. What thoughts made her decide to follow a human mage to participate in the battle to protect Heather. However, Vincent only felt the calm lake water under the blue sky from those eyes, and could not guess any of his emotions.

"I would like to ask you to return to your mother. I think Her Majesty the Queen must need your protection more." The mage always had a feeling that it was not a good idea to take Yi Linrui into action.

"I can't fulfill your request." Yi Linrui said: "It was my mother who asked me to follow you all the time. Between your request and my mother's order, I decided to follow her instructions."

"In this case, then you are responsible for carrying Sokka." Vincent patted the sleeping angel awake and handed her into the elf's hands.

Sokka squirmed, not satisfied with this arrangement. Yi Linrui's long hair was always tickling her , which could not make her sleep peacefully.

Vincent walked to the Elf Queen's residence without saying a word. He still had something to report to the Queen.

On the other hand, Shelley has gone deep into the depths of the Elf Forest, where the landscape has been affected by the undead and has begun to become distorted and filthy. The black tree trunks are churning and spiraling like vicious tumors ; the branches and leaves have turned to dust, and only the noisy crows still stay on the bare trees. The originally fertile soil gradually turned into black sand, and various poisonous insects were disturbed by the footsteps and fled one after another. Thick fog floated around the knees, as thick as disgusting spider silk, and exuding a swamp-like stench; a black cloud remained motionless above the head, blocking the sunlight from shining on this land.

The place where the undead are is always filled with the atmosphere of corruption and collapse. Shelley felt soft under her feet, as if she were moving on a corpse, and sometimes there was even something sticky sticking to the soles of her boots. She lowered her head and couldn't see the road clearly, so she jumped onto the branch, still closely following the skeleton in front of her.

The deeper you go, the harder it becomes to breathe. In this dark forest, a ghostly wail gradually sounded. Green or blue light appeared from the distance, and shadows floated over.

"How far is it?" Shelley asked, but she soon realized that the person leading him was just a skeleton and had no ability to speak at all. When the temperature gradually dropped, the only thing that could bring her warmth was the weapon on her waist and the pendant on her chest - where the invisible gem made by Vincent was placed.

Suddenly, she jumped to the side, and at the same time, she swung out the thin sword in her hand and stabbed the dead tree beside her. A bat that just tried to sneak away from the thick fog was nailed to it with a rapier .

Shelley smelled it and said with an expression of disgust: "My whole body smells of blood. Don't the undead know how to restrain themselves now? Show me your true colors quickly and lead the way."

Bat struggled twice, but it had no other use except to expand his wounds. He twisted his body and transformed into a human man in a cloud of smoke. Holding the wound on her shoulder in pain, she said helplessly: "Yes, ma'am. Please go this way."