Norway didn't just lure Sesyana away from the battlefield to give Isis more room to move. He didn't want to fight his own people to the death—though Sesyana seemed desperate to fight him again.

Once out of sight of the others, Norway tried to get Sethyana to stop his attack, but he couldn't even utter a word under the lightning-fast twin swords of the Sword Dancer. After a few failed attempts, Novi frowned slightly, and as he stepped back, he spread his hands, hung his sword upside down, and stood defenselessly in front of Cethiana.

He bet the young elf didn't really want to kill him—he bet the sword dancer wasn't doing his best to control himself when he needed to stop.

As expected, the sharp twin swords interlaced around his neck, but they were also completely still there in an instant. The cold touch on his neck was indeed unsettling, and Norway watched his long shaved blonde hair disappear with the wind, and his scalp couldn't help but tingle slightly.

But he simply stuck his sword on the ground, indicating that he had completely given up resistance.

Sesyana's eyes flashed with anger.

"Why?!" asked the young elf, lowering his voice, "because I'm no longer worthy to fight you?"

"Because it makes no sense. Norway replied calmly, "The day you picked up the twin swords, you should have learned what the sword dancer fought for......

"I'm not a fucking sword dancer anymore!!" Cethyana yelled, exploding uncontrollably.

This was definitely learned from humans - there was no such rude vocabulary in Elven language, and Cesyana could only vent his anger in lingua franca.

"I said it. Only you can decide what you are!" Norway roared back unceremoniously, "You are the bloodline of the oldest royal family of the Elves, and you have to give up on yourself because of the only setback in your life. Fallen into a dark elf that does not distinguish between good and evil?!"

The light moonlight streamed through the gaps in the branches, and Norway could clearly see the sword dancer's slightly trembling lips, but his hands were still as steady as a rock, and the staggered blades didn't cut a single trace of blood on Norvi's neck.

"You call that 'setback'? a crime that can never be forgiven...... I've fallen deep enough that my soul is doomed to see the light of the Holy Island, and I don't even know why I'm still alive......"

Sesyana's voice grew lower and lower, and her eyes darkened a little.

"So...... Why are you still alive?" asked Norway indifferently.

Sethyana looked at him in amazement. I didn't know how to answer for a while.

"I thought ......," Novi said gently, but in an instant, his face changed slightly, and his wrist flipped over. The long sword stuck in the ground was once again in his hand.

Sesyana's astonishment was only for a moment. He quickly withdrew his swords, turned his back to Norvi, and looked warily at the dark, nightly forest.

The soft sound of a branch breaking. Hearing in the ears of the elves was clear enough warning. The heavy and dragging footsteps that followed. It was even more undisguised to approach them.

Seeing the "thing" emerging from the forest, Sesyana let out a whisper of surprise and disgust:

"Undead?"

This was the first time he had seen the legendary awakened dead, the cursed undead—their white and stiff faces seemed to have a residual resentment and unwillingness, and their empty eyes stared straight at them, as if they could really see the glimmer of life.

The undead stopped beside a half-dead pear tree, the black wound on his neck like a cracked grin, and his body still wrapped in half-rotten animal skins, perhaps just an ordinary hunter in his life. Its body didn't exude much of a rotten aura. Otherwise, the elves with a keen sense of smell will already be able to detect its presence even in battle.

-- their existence.

Behind it. The dark shadows swayed slowly. Norway looked back, and more undead were silently approaching them from different directions, unable to even tell the exact number. It seemed that all of a sudden, every tree in the forest turned into a hideous undead, surrounding them.

They don't rush at them like ordinary undead in a desperate thirst for life. The silence and slowness only brought more pressure, and Cesyana couldn't help but take a step back towards Norvi. Realizing his momentary fear, the young sword dancer roared in exasperation, struck with his swords, and lowered his body slightly, as if he wanted to rush straight into the undead.

Norway grabbed him with agility.

"If that's not your helper...... Don't be in such a hurry to die!" he yelled.

"Of course not!" Sesyana twisted and broke free from Norvi's grasp. Died in battle with the undead...... At least there is no shame.

Norway grabbed his belt again: "You did take one life, but you also have the opportunity to save more lives, instead of throwing away your own life so meaninglessly!"

The sword that Sethyana had slashed at the back of his hand stopped in mid-air.

"You may not be a companion to those who travel with you, and you can let them unwittingly fall into the undead...... I have friends to save!" Norvi's tone became stern, loosening his belt, and turning in the direction he had come from—more undead were surging towards each other at an increasing speed, and their targets were clearly not these two elves.

Sesyana stood there for a moment, but Rosa's beautiful face, which was always smiling, suddenly came to mind. He never understood what the woman was thinking, and he never thought he didn't care, but ...... He came to his senses, shook his head fiercely, and chased after Norvi.

Hearing Norvi's warning, Tess and Rosa only glanced at each other and then stopped tacitly, as if the previous merciless attacks were all just acting.

"Rosa!" Bye roared.

"I suggest you stop too, sir. Rosa turned back and said lightly, "Elves never lie. ”

Instead of stopping the sword in his hand, Baie roared and slammed into Allen.

- Elves don't lie? He had believed that paladins couldn't lie, but the world was full of lies......! It is also untrustworthy.

He didn't believe it could be such a coincidence. It took him so long, and at an unbearable cost, to find Jules......'s killer again! He was just a little away from avenging him, and he didn't allow anyone, or a god, to take his chance again!

It's definitely some kind of ruse!

Without warning, he slashed at Naria with his backhand. The girl was strong enough to take the blow, but Eren instinctively stepped forward to protect his daughter, and in the chaos of the moment, Baie finally managed to stab Eren in the chest, and the sword that Naria slashed at him finally left a long blood trail - the defensive spell that D'Amo had applied to him was about to fail.

The girl who saw her father injured instantly panicked, screamed unconsciously, and messed up.

That's exactly what Beyer wants.

Another sword...... One more sword could kill Alan Kavo.

The panicked and angry roar of the ice dragon overhead gave Bye a glimmer of joy he hadn't felt in a long time - he would let it know what it was like to see his loved one die in front of him!

But he couldn't swing that sword again.

Norvi's sword came across the air and landed firmly in front of Allen. Narya's pale face helped her father back away, and she looked around and shouted, "Ed...... Ed!"

The useless aristocratic boy had been hiding far away from the side at first, and he didn't know what she could do by calling him.

Baie glared at Norvi with a grim gaze. He can deal with a big man with only brute strength plus the Cavo father and daughter...... But he knew very well that he couldn't deal with the elf in front of him.

He withdrew his sword and stepped back, looking at Sethana, ignoring the hammer that had been smashed to his head—a blow that Norway had unexpectedly blocked for him.

Hypocrisy......

However, his gaze fell behind Norvi, and a group of undead appeared silently at the edge of the forest.

- The elves are not lying.

For a moment he wanted to roar, and he wanted to laugh out loud, for the gods to joke again and again, for his treacherous companions—no, they didn't deserve to be called companions!

But his right hand instinctively raised his sword again—in the direction of the undead.

He's a paladin after all...... Once a paladin.

Another exclamation was heard, and the mage's attack finally stopped. The undead were apparently approaching them from more than one direction.

The ice dragon's right leg landed heavily on Baie's side, and it didn't seem to have any intention of hurting him. Its long chirp was supposed to be some kind of intimidation, but it was faintly tired and uneasy.

It hurts a lot - a little more time and he'll be able to make it! Even if he has to face all the undead alone......

Baie unconsciously looked up, facing the ice dragon's downward, golden eyes.

He still remembered vividly the monster that knelt in front of him, beside Jules's corpse...... With a human body and sharp claws, fine scales extending from the neck to the cheeks, the most striking thing is the golden eyes that shine in the sun, and the thin black vertical pupils are cold and dangerous, which undoubtedly proves its inhuman identity.

But at this moment, the round pupils that spread into the night looked quiet and innocent, and his heart moved, and he suddenly remembered the night many years ago, the boy with pure eyes and whispered to him, "I can keep vigil......

Baie lowered his head and roared silently in his heart, dispelling the slightest sudden wavering.

Even if he really didn't know that he wasn't human, the ice dragon in front of him was still the murderer of Jules. Perhaps at this moment we have to stand shoulder to shoulder against a common enemy...... He could never give up his revenge.

That was the only meaning of his ridiculous life.

(To be continued......)