A savannah in the southern part of the Galen steppe at sunset. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two people who were moving as fast as afterimages fought fiercely in one place.

One, a handsome ranger dressed in light elven leather armor and wielding an elven shortbow.

The other, who appears to be a young female Night Elf Slayer.

She was silver-haired, red-eyed, cloaked, and held a dagger in each hand.

The red sun at dusk will reflect the two fighting figures in the background.

It's beautiful.

And both of them have beautiful movements like dances.

However, the thick bloody breath in the air, as well as the more than a dozen corpses on the ground, made people certain that the movements of both sides were not only beautiful, but also extremely dangerous.

Since it's not a real dance, there will be a victor in the end.

On the surface, it was the handsome blonde white elf ranger who had the upper hand.

Because the Night Elf Slayer was covered in bruises, and the Ranger had just shot an arrow through the other's arm.

But there was no sign of victory on the ranger's face.

When his men and the beast tamers surrounded each other just now, the advantage was much more obvious than now.

But now he was the only one standing on the White Elf's side.

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Once again, the Night Elf prostrated itself and ghostly approached him.

This time, he felt that he could no longer distance the two sides to the point where he could shoot arrows.

So he threw down his bow and slashed at the silver-haired figure on the opposite side that was rapidly approaching.

The Night Elf unsheathed the slashed sword, closing the distance between the two sides once more.

She had even rolled into the other's arms.

"You're done."

The Night Elf licked her lips and said softly.

The magically sharp dagger pierced the elven ranger's chest without a handle, and his delicate leather breastplate seemed to be unshielded.

Blood splattered from the wound and splattered onto the Night Elf's bewitching face.

The hot blood and the twisted face seemed to make her feel quite happy, and she slashed another dagger through her opponent's throat.

The Elven Ranger fell to the ground.

The Night Elf fell with him, the dagger in his hand stabbed in, pulled, stabbed and stabbed and pulled out......

Very intoxicated.

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As if having had enough, Tsuki finally stood up.

She looked at her masterpieces—nine White Elf Guards, one White Elf Ranger, and ten leopards—all of them killing in one hit.

Except for the poor ranger who fell last.

His body had more than 100 wounds.

Pulling out the feather arrow in his left arm, he used light magic to heal arrow wounds, cuts, and leopard scratches, including this wound, and cleaned the blood and dust from his body, and left the scene in his body.

The carcass was cleaned up by vultures and hyenas.

Pity that such a beautiful and noble creature should be buried in the mouth of such an ugly animal.

"There is no shadow of the horned eagle beast in the sky, this should be the last batch, right? After all, this place has penetrated deep into the territory of the orcs. ”

She felt a little pity.

Because she hasn't killed enough.

Reminiscing about the pursuers killed along the way, Moon licked her lips again.

She kept running.

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More than a dozen days have passed.

It's twilight again.

Although it was on foot, the moon was already approaching Saharel again.

At this moment, he noticed a thin figure moving with his back to her in the distance.

The figure walked slowly.

The sun, which had set below the horizon, stretched her shadow very long, making the figure seem lonely and lonely.

"What a coincidence."

Moon realizes that she knows each other.

Although there are some new changes in appearance, it is the little orc girl named "Mo".

Before the change, the moon would probably take a detour.

But she's in a really good mood right now, and she's never wanted to talk to someone so much.

"I've met her twice, and this is probably God's guidance, it's quite boring...... Borrow this girl for fun, right? ”

She collected her mind until her fluttering hair turned blonde again.

She regained her white elf appearance.

Then she stumbled and almost fell.

"Sure enough, it's out of strength again."

She smiled self-deprecatingly, "I may have been disgusted with my bloodthirsty self before. However, after experiencing the refreshing feeling of letting my emotions vent at will, it was foolish for me to suppress my behavior before. ”

The moon went forward again.

After a few ups and downs, she arrived at Mo's side.

Mo was covered in blood and dirt, and the smell seemed to be even more unpleasant.

Moreover, this time she no longer has the agility she had when they last met.

The little orc girl didn't even show the slightest surprise at Tsuki's sudden appearance.

The orcs were originally found in the desert.

Although it is the southern part of the desert, it is still far from the Galen steppe.

Yue began to express his concern: "How did you end up here? ”

"I was following my father...... Come on. ”

Mo didn't stop.

The moon followed slowly, very patiently.

She listened to the other's staccato voice that seemed to be talking to herself.

"When my father went out with most of the fighters...... The enemies of the clan banded together to attack the camp...... Mom...... He's dead...... Brother...... also dead...... Never mind...... He who lives always dies...... It's okay......"

The moon became agitated, and the color of her eyes began to change again.

She had never been transformed by such a trivial matter before.

Now, though, her patience seems to have regressed.

There was a sound of water, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air and poured on the orc girl named Mo.

There was no big reaction.

Mo just turned his head slowly, as if asking, "Why did you pour me?" ”

Tsukichi, who already had the appearance of a Night Elf, picked up the little girl and swept forward.

"Because your body is too dirty, how can you abduct it without washing?"

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Schill.

White Elf Palace.

The white elf emperor who was originally bedridden. Hawkeye was listening to the minister's debriefing.

"Have the people and warriors who are chasing the Assassins withdrawn?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Very well, let's go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The ministers withdrew.

"Ahem...... His Majesty the Emperor coughed twice: "The strength is good...... If you are a month, you should be twenty-two years old. But how can it be compared to my old man, a monster who has lived for thousands of years? ”

Although his strength was indeed the transcendent rank that Yue had inferred, this emperor was already a little close to the holy rank.

The White Elves have a much higher starting point than other intelligent beings.

Because they have enough longevity to delve into anything.

However, they generally like to study things like art and literature, and they don't really pay much attention to combat skills.

And because they have so much time, they are always very laid-back.

So their strength doesn't seem to be much higher than that of other creatures.

However, there will always be a few outliers in the elven race, and it just so happens that His Majesty the Emperor is a person who specializes in studying combat skills.

Even if he was attacked by a master of this level as Yue, he had the ability to make himself unable to die.

"'Month'...... My Li, we have an interesting offspring to live on......"

His Majesty the White Elf Emperor looked at the sky and looked radiant.

If the White Elves who had experienced the Great Migration saw him, they would definitely find that their wise and martial Emperor His Majesty had returned.

He was no longer depressed.

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