After all, Stratholme was too close to the elven forest, and it took two days to walk slowly, and even half a day to ride a horse.

The dilapidated path winds through the gorges, and the delicate stone slabs that were once laid on them are either rubble or covered in overgrown weeds, and decades ago it was the busiest road in the north, used by the High Elves who traveled south to study and the human mages who sought knowledge from the north, and which was the trade route between the High Elves and Lordaeron, and the route for the undead to go north to destroy Quelsala in the event of a natural disaster.

Now that the bustle and fear are far away, it is difficult to imagine what it was like even if you look closely at the traces of civilization, the trail has been forgotten for more than a decade, and it has forgotten the great elven kingdom of thousands of years.

Loria wanted to tell a joke about the undead, but when she saw the melancholy and dead faces of the two elves, she decided to keep her mouth shut and honestly follow last.

Eve is like the name of some kind of ale...... Loria thought wildly, she had seen too many dilapidated scenes, and she really didn't mourn the passing of civilization at the moment, maybe she should learn how to mix, and then give the work some strange names, such as Eve, mixed with absinthe with ale, and some bitter root grass juice, she would never taste it, but some people like to drink bitter wine, and she didn't know where to get her confidence, she felt that her whimsical ideas would be transformed into Huang Cancan's lovely gold coins, and then hang the Ash Messenger on the wall, she would definitely be able to make money in the tavern by the sea, well, as a pastime after retirement, it might be a good choice。

The green grass that popped up in the dirty dirt interrupted her thoughts, and she carefully jumped over the grass, and it was a cruel thing to trample on the dead earth.

Wait, how can there be greenery here?

The slightest hint of hope will inevitably stir up the blood of the people and make it flow faster, and in the plaguelands, hope is green.

She looked up and tried to call out to Mu and Eve so that they could also come and see the grass, but found that there was no road ahead.

If she got lost, she would definitely be teased by the thorny female elf, Loria bared her little fangs uncomfortably, and hurriedly looked around the way she came, trying to find the wrong fork in the road, but in addition to the dazzling grass, she actually found a large field of bright red flowers in the distance.

"Haha, that's weird. She scratched her tangled hair, and wanted to comb her hair this morning, but the two elves, who seemed to be burdened with the hatred of the country and the family, did not give her much time, and she was a little irritable, and became even more upset when she found out that she had a few pink hairs on her hands.

"It's shedding and shedding. ”

She muttered impatiently in her mouth and unslashed the sword from her back with her backhand.

There was no chill in her back, no danger in her mind, but she still held the hilt of her sword cautiously, and almost immediately, a warm touch came from her palm.

This is an artifact, as if it can read her heart, although it is an unnecessary cumbersome function for her, but after all, this distinguishes those rotten street standard equipment.

"Come out, I see you. ”

Of course, Miss Pink Fur didn't see anything, but there was a large field of flowers in this kind of place for no reason, and she knew by her tail that someone was doing it...... After a long time, no living or dead people jumped out, and after a moment's hesitation, Loria began to approach the flower field.

Was she nervous? She was just going the wrong way? Wouldn't it be too strange to have a flower in a hill near the elven forest?

No, there was something wrong, and the closer she got to the flower field, the more she felt disagreeable...... This familiar feeling.

By the time she remembered it, she couldn't move.

Magically woven secret texts appeared on the ground, and the unseen power consisted of uninterrupted filaments that bound her limbs in an instant.

"What the hell? What kind of trap set by the soul, get out of here. ”

She actually fell into the trap of her own people, was she too careless? No, no...... It's really not that she's getting sluggish, this trap is so much better than what they used to play, and it's remarkable that she can recognize it from the subtle magic patterns...... Well, it's remarkable, and it's definitely not a shame.

"Hey, are you a member of the council, hurry up and disarm the trap, I'm not a demon. ”

The Council of Tirisfar's Demon Trap is so useful that it can almost trap a dragon inside...... But it also has some minor drawbacks, such as the fact that most of the time it catches wandering ignorant girls and poor little animals with helpless eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, come out!" she cried out in exasperation, but no one looked at her as expected.

She vanished in place, her body turning into mist, but she didn't have long before she bounced back.

There is not the slightest gap in the magic net.

It's a trap that can almost trap a dragon.

In that case, it is better to crush it with the power of a dragon.

She twisted her waist deeply, and tore off the strip of cloth that wrapped around the blade, the smooth blade reflecting the light of the crystal, bright but not dazzling, and when the light was about to obscure the blade, she grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung it forward, and a fiery silver mark was cut in mid-air—a blow that was enough to burn the undead to ashes.

The Ember Bringer slashed into the air, and she spun around twice before falling to the ground, and her sword flew out of her hand.

Miss Loria rolled and jumped up from the ground, pretending not to be embarrassed at all and raising her hand vigorously, the power of the arcane immediately pulled the sword back into her hand, but judging from her little face that was wrinkled for a moment, it was obvious that this move to dispel embarrassment was too violent.

The magic trap just disappeared, not because of her attack, but just like that.

She cares more about whether anyone sees her gaffe than the result of finally getting out of the trap.

And...... She must slash the man who dares to play tricks on her with the back of her knife.

After figuring out that there was all the familiar magic around her, she changed her usual cautious style and rushed into the bright red flower field with her sword in her hand.

Sure enough, it's just an illusion.,Ah.,It would be nice if you could have the eyes to see through all illusions in the first place.,Why isn't the vampire's eye so conveniently set?

Hidden beneath the illusion was a small flat area in the mountains, a small wooden house that was about to collapse against one side of the mountain wall, nothing special, not at all like a secret base for the Council of Tirisfa...... Wait a minute, she noticed a small pit in the open space in front of the hut, and a man was lying there.

It was a white-haired elf, to be precise, and sensing her approaching, the elf struggled to turn his head and look in her direction with empty eyes.