Shadow dancers have a keen intuition. www.biquge.info At that moment, Fenwei had already realized that the person standing there might not be the elven warrior who had surprised and angry in his eyes when facing the killer who had attacked him.

Throwing away his sword, Norway had a cool, dark aura, like the moonlight that casually leaked through the faint clouds and dense foliage, not strong, as if he did not really exist in this world...... But it can't be ignored.

The dark blood stained slowly faded on his chest, but he didn't seem to notice anything, just calmly looked at Retila on the ground, and then looked not far away in an entangled posture, staring stiffly at his two elves and a human, with a trace of trance when he had just woken up from his sleep.

Rytila's sword didn't miss, it just ...... It's more like releasing a long-sleeping demon from that body.

The Shadow Dancer accepted the task, not asking why, but in that moment, Fenway understood where the elders' seemingly cold orders came from.

By the lack of temperature of that pair...... Even when the lifeless green eyes stared, the fear that he had never felt before made Fenvi involuntarily bow down, and his whole body tensed, like a beast facing a strong enemy, trying to flee but not daring to turn around.

Danger - instinct screams at him.

Even the girl's ferocious little pet with sharp teeth let out a short, low and hoarse cry, threw its owner and ran into a bush, and disappeared.

Farcindo made the exact opposite. Without hesitation, he threw down Tess and lunged straight at Norvi, his blade arcing in a dark blue arc in the moonlight, sweeping toward his foe's throat.

The silent but fierce-tempered companion never knew how to retreat.

Finnway subconsciously followed, but his eyes met Tess's wide-eyed eyes. There's the same ...... Perhaps a deeper fear, an unbelievable that borders on despair.

That look was what made this stubborn, bold girl look so vulnerable. Fenway unconsciously slowed down half a step—only for a very short moment, but it probably saved his life.

When he turned his gaze back to Norvi's body, Falsindor's nimble serpentine body was frozen as petrified. He didn't fall silently like Rattilla, he just ...... is completely frozen.

Finway was amazed by the unseasonal cold, but his fingertips were firmly attached to his companion's body the moment they touched it—the Shadow Dancer who grew up in the warm southern forests didn't really understand how terrifying the "cold" could be.

Despite the horror in his heart, Fenway's reaction was swift. He immediately sliced the stuck flesh with the tip of his knife and withdrew far enough.

Norway is no longer a warrior...... Neither Retila nor Falsindo had any wounds on their bodies.

What he uses for his attacks is magic.

The Shadow Dancers knew what to do with the mage, but they weren't prepared for that kind this time...... No, not "them", now, already only him.

He had no chance of winning, and he couldn't escape.

He's already failed once. Another failure, for whatever reason, awaits him no longer as punishment and another chance to atone, but with a complete disappearance. Turning into an ice sculpture may be a better ending than that.

Fenway had completely calmed down by the time he raised his dagger, but Norway simply ignored him. The elf looked thoughtfully at the red-haired girl who was struggling to her feet, her hair disheveled, and her cheeks still beaded with blood, and the brief confusion in her eyes had turned into an incomprehensible darkness like the deepest of night.

“...... Norwe?" the girl called in a low voice, her body trembling slightly. She clearly sensed that the elf in front of her was no longer the one she loved so much, but she refused to give up hope.

Fenway didn't think she would get much of a response—he didn't think the one standing there was a living thing at all.

However, Norway replied, "He is." ”

His voice was still gentle...... Hardly different from the past, this short and bizarre answer is full of chills.

The girl bit her lip and staggered, as if she could no longer support her body, but she stubbornly tried to hold back her tears.

"Who are you?" her voice was fierce, but unimposing, "Get out of his body!"

She rushed towards Norvi, holding a short, strangely shaped knife that looked like a broken piece of iron, but the hilt was unusually gorgeously flowing with golden light.

Novi grabbed the hand with ease, as if the part of his body that belonged to the warrior was not completely dead...... Or maybe the girl's attack was too weak.

He snatched the knife and squinted at it, a little curious.

The struggling girl suddenly went limp. Finway couldn't help but take a step forward, but was frozen in place by Norvi's indifferent eyes.

Tess is not dead. In the dead silence, Fenway could hear her heartbeat slowly and steadily.

Norway picked her up in an almost gentle posture and left without looking back.

After standing in a daze for a long time, Fenway realized that he had been thrown here.

In the stagnant air and boundless darkness, a panicked scream came to an abrupt halt - Norway didn't even let go of the stuffed pet, but let him go.

...... Probably wanted him to bring a message to the elders.

The young shadow dancer could only think of this explanation. Besides...... He also had nowhere to go.

When the light fell, Finnway returned to the heart of the city of Grivar. The moment the sun jumped out of the clouds stinged his eyes, he made a bold decision - probably for the first time in his life, a decision he made of his own volition.

Instead of a dark nest where the Shadow Dancers dwell, or a silent tower where the elders deliberated, he sneaked into the empty court.

He couldn't grasp the vague thought in his head as he staggered to his knees before the sharp swords of the Elven King's guards as his right leg and abdomen pierced through his abdomen...... He couldn't explain why he would do such a death-seeking act.

Not because of fear of the elders...... Not exactly.

As his gaze flickered over the edge of the Elven King's dark green robes, he fainted in unprecedented confusion and confusion...... I probably haven't really woken up to this day.

All he knew was that something was sprouting in his heart, piercing the dark dirt with terrifying power, fragile and tenacious, growing with all his might, trying to chase a distant and hazy light.

Such as the one who chases the sun...... The same surname he had abandoned when he disappeared into the darkness.

. (To be continued.) )