This unexpected enemy caused Fenway to lose his mind for a moment, but his movements did not freeze in the slightest. The brief shock was mixed with more mixed emotions - he didn't want to be an enemy of his former companions, even if they didn't know each other.

But he didn't hesitate to act, and his viciousness was still ...... Otherwise, it will only be him who will die.

He didn't know if the other party had given a warning – he didn't know if his mission had failed, and he couldn't give up until he was sure of that.

The battles between the Shadow Dancers are very different from ordinary elven warriors, and even from the sword dancers who are also the best. They rarely block or dodge, and each blow carries a sense of deceasement. In a very short period of time, both sides were injured, and a faint smell of blood diffused, and Fenvi's eyes swept over the dark blood stains on the gray-green sleeves, and he suddenly realized that this would not work.

He is no longer a killer who will kill the other party even if he pays the price of his life...... His life is cherished.

"You have to keep yourself safe first. ”

Before leaving, Ed was very uneasy and muttered: "Even if we fail, we have other plans, and someone will pick you up...... If there is danger, there is no shame in escaping!"

In fact, he never cared if he was embarrassed or not...... He didn't have that dignity at all.

On the line between life and death, he didn't know how strange the smile on his lips looked in the eyes of his enemies, so much so that when he changed the way he fought...... When he began to flee quickly in the immediate vicinity but never got entangled, the other party became even more agitated.

That allowed him to quickly find a loophole, his elbow slamming into the side of his foe's head, his supple body scurrying forward as the opponent retreated from a brief moment of dizziness, his arms wringing in unison.

The snapping of his neck bone suffocated his chest, but he had no other choice. He could read the other person's eyes, as he had ever done himself...... Only death can make him give up.

His movements as he laid the body flat on the ground were unusually gentle, but he was half-kneeling and did not get up.

More enemies were silently approaching, and he could even tell it wasn't human...... Why are there so many elves here?

He raced to think about what he could get out of before he died in battle...... or the possibility of escaping. Moments later, however, the expected attack did not occur. An elf leaned out from behind a rock not far away, smiled and made a friendly gesture, its round face almost immature because of its bright smile.

"You're so fast that we can't even interfere!" he exclaimed, "Are you coming alone?"

Fenway hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

The elf who had fought alongside him could be trusted—and now he was able to make such judgments and decisions on his own.

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“...... Fenway!"

The obvious blood stains on the Shadow Dancer who had returned prematurely made Ed's heart tighten: "Are you hurt?"

Without thinking, he tried to cast a spell to heal, but the elf stepped away slightly.

"It's cured. He whispered, and the elf who had deliberately hidden behind him had also taken shape.

“...... Curryll!"

Ed's eyes lit up, and he opened his arms to meet him. The little elf accepted the warm embrace with a smile, not at all reserved as elves usually have.

"Why are you here?" asked Ed, "Pe...... Is the Silver Leaf King okay?"

"At least I was fine when I left. "As for why I'm here...... Probably the same reason as you?"

Ed was stunned.

"I'm here to look for ......," he said, "and you've found them?"

Correll nodded, "The power of the followers of Nessus has already infiltrated Grivar...... It's not just the elves from the Antler Forest. Seriously, their beliefs are simpler, and most of them are not so paranoid......"

He paused and nodded to the mage who was slowly following behind Ed: "Lord Stobel...... Should I congratulate you?"

Stobel smiled, not surprised that the other party was well-informed—the news that he had taken over as Lord of the Tower had not yet been announced, but it must not be hidden from this all-pervasive elf.

"You know each other?" Ed, who hadn't had time to introduce them to each other, looked curiously left and right.

"I've probably been in Neo longer than I've been in Grivar. Correll replied, not hiding his possible ambiguous identity, "Lord Stobel, is a rare good person in the Archmage Tower!"

This evaluation made the "rare good man mage" twist his face slightly, and he always felt that it was not a good word.

Curell smiled meaningfully, and without wasting any more time, he generously took out the map and spread it out on the long table.

"We followed those elves. He said, "You ...... Should I be following that mage?"

"Uh...... Isn't it a priest?" asked Ed.

“...... So you don't know yet. The smile on Corell's face faded, and it became a little serious and sharp: "I don't know if he's a priest...... But he is undoubtedly the mage of the Archmage's Tower. ”

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Deep in the valley, the fallen rocks are a jumble of wreckage, like the remains of a catastrophe that has shattered the earth. The wind whimpered in the narrow passage, and even the sunlight from the sky seemed unable to penetrate the labyrinth of rocks, hovering beyond the dark and unclear valley.

A thick blanket was laid on a rare flat ground among the rocks, and the old mage sat cross-legged, slowly twisting the various materials and throwing them into the mortar. The dim light didn't bother him – he could easily distinguish each material by smell and touch alone.

He was good at making all kinds of potions, and even outperformed his own teacher in this regard...... That's all there is to it.

But his teacher didn't need any potions at all.

The sound of footsteps behind him stopped at a sufficient distance, and there was more fear than respect in the comer's tone: "Your Excellency...... They didn't move any further. ”

The old mage waved his hand nonchalantly. He wasn't in a hurry, he didn't think anyone would give up on this little trace that he had so hard to catch. Sooner or later, they will appear here...... And he was ready for everything.

He straightened up, the hood pulled up to his head slid down to his shoulders, revealing his bald head, and the dark marks were even more eerie in the dimness—they seemed to squirm and struggle, trying to get out from under his skin.

The old mage stretched out his hand and scratched it in vain. Light has no body, and so is darkness...... But at this moment, it was as if a shadow was grasped by him in the palm of his hand, and then dissipated from his fingers, submerging into the surrounding darkness.

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