The open bowstring plucked the night. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info under the moonlight, in the shadows, visible and invisible, more than a dozen sharp arrows pointed at the fearless elf.

The encircled "messenger" had long since torn off his mask of grace and calmness, and the glint in his eyes was cold and sharp—he did not look like a messenger who used words as a weapon.

"It was you who rejected Your Majesty's kindness. Undaunted, he slapped his lowering sword on his calf carelessly, "It was your beast who attacked me first." ”

Orin's heart sank.

When Parnasas appeared, he already felt that something was wrong...... Navar, the adult and always overactive leopard of Panasses, did not follow the dagger straight at the enemy, nor did he stand by the elf's side.

He glanced at it quickly. Panasses' clothes were not torn...... It wasn't his blood at all.

A faint smell of blood filled the air, and the leopards silently gathered around let out a low whimper, they may not feel much sadness from the loss of a companion, but they can instinctively sense danger and hostility.

Panasses' face pale in the night, his gaze heavy, his anger cooling but unabated, more formidable than when he erupted.

He did not refute, did not accuse, just gave the order silently.

The tip of the arrow tore through the air at about the same moment, but it failed to penetrate the flesh of the enemy. The elf leaped as light as a shadow blown by the wind, and the rapier drew a perfect arc around it.

Rapiers were nimble but not powerful enough to be used for parrying, but the arrows were swept away at subtle angles, half missed, half slammed into each other and fell off course.

Without the help of magic, even elves would not have been able to be so agile and precise. Orin abandoned his intention to attack in close quarters and did not hesitate to shoot another arrow.

They were not just a simple emissary, nor were they just a well-trained warrior. They had to restrain him before he could do more damage.

Control, not kill, that is also the order of Panasses. Whatever the other party's intentions were, his death would cause the relationship between Grivar and the Antlers Forest to deteriorate rapidly...... That's not what they want.

The "Emissary" landed flat on the ground like a leaf, avoiding another round of attacks. Then, at an incredible angle, it bounced towards the elf closest to him.

Orin had to admit that his movements, in addition to their unnatural swiftness and agility, were also pleasing to the eye with their simplicity and power...... The Forest of Antlers does not have carefully selected and specially trained sword dancers like Grivar. Each of them is a good enough hunter and warrior, but they don't have the kind of excellence that has been specially polished.

They have a tacit understanding of advancing and retreating, and cooperate closely with each other...... and their beautiful and powerful companions.

A leopard swooped down and crashed into the slightly emaciated body of the "messenger". The elf changed direction abruptly in mid-air, and in a few ups and downs, it had already withdrawn far away.

The rain of arrows, which had been paused to avoid accidentally injuring the leopard, did not fall again - he retreated to the stone tablet.

Even if it was just a symbol, no one dared to shoot an arrow at the sign of the gods.

The "messenger" looked at the gray rocks and the huge symbols around him, and a mocking smile crossed his lips.

He reached out and patted the stele, not knowing if it was for the sake of strength or pure insult...... But the moment he touched the stele, his smile froze on his face.

A long arrow shot straight at his throat at that moment, and he couldn't avoid it.

The blood splattered in the moonlight was almost black.

The elf's eyes widened in disbelief, and his face went blank.

After a moment of stiffness, he slowly fell to his knees, half-leaning against the stele, and said no more.

A leopard snorted and approached him, but fell to the ground a few steps away, its eyes glowing in the darkness. It stared at the blood pouring out of the lifeless elf's neck, which quickly soaked the deep notches on the stele and snaked down again, staining the wildflowers that were blooming beneath the stele, soaking through the earth and emitting a fishy sweet scent in the night breeze.

The breath was tempting to it...... But it didn't dare to go any further.

Orin lowered his eyes. For some reason, the simple and unpretentious gray stone tablet, under the background of this sudden blood and death, faintly revealed a bit of weird coldness

“...... I didn't think about it...... I thought ......"

The elf who shot the arrow murmured in terror and confusion, breaking the suffocating silence around them.

He didn't want to kill him, he thought he could avoid ...... He just wanted to force him to step away from the stele.

"It's ...... God's will. ”

Panasses walked over to the stone monument in a low, dry voice.

Orin glanced at him and was silent. Even after becoming a follower of Nesses, Parnasas never uttered the words...... "Do not blame the gods for right and wrong"—a warning that his ancestors left on the decaying pages.

But even if the suspicion and uneasiness hadn't completely disappeared, Orin could detect it, and almost all the elves breathed a sigh of relief...... Including him.

He was just a little more vigilant.

By dawn everything was cleared. There was not a trace of blood left on the stele, and the newly planted flowers were pink and white buttercups, and the thin petals were a little wilted...... But no one could completely remove the blood that had penetrated deep into the soil, and the little bit of bloody gas in the air still floated on the nose of every elf as if it were nothing.

When Orin found Parnasas, the young leader sat motionless in his room, his gaze blankly falling to the floor.

Blood on the stone can be washed off...... The blood seeped into the plank, but it was difficult to remove. Nawal's body is buried in the forest...... But it seems to be still alive in the eyes of the elves.

After a moment, Panasses shook his head and broke free from his trance.

"What the hell happened?" Orin asked him, "Did Navar really attack him?"

Parnasas nodded tiredly.

"It didn't like him in the first place. He said, "I should let it out...... I didn't have time to stop ......"

Keeping Navarre around was probably a bit of a show-off, but the leopard was just a beast after all. What's more, Nawal is still young and not very obedient...... But he won't attack an elf for no reason.

And a normal messenger would not kill the creature that the master regarded as a partner when he was obviously capable enough to protect himself.

"That's definitely not a messenger. Pananassus grimaced, "Penn, Silverleaf isn't stupid enough to be that far. ”

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