After reluctantly spending the night on the Mangdun Pass, Krees ate a hasty meal the next morning, and walked straight down the pass without looking back. He felt insulted, and instead of being treated like this, he might as well have stabbed himself. He really didn't understand Raeder's actions, and wondered how to explain what happened to him to His Highness Albert.

Outside the city of Birti, the camp of the army of the Principality of Borot was particularly busy today, with fast horses galloping out of the city from time to time, and then turning around and turning back.

Flags were unfurled in the barracks, and the soldiers were dressed up as if they were about to fight a decisive battle.

Krees couldn't see clearly, and his mind was still very confused, so he didn't look into it. The prefect of the city knew Krees, so he greeted him from afar: "Your Excellency, hello, His Royal Highness Albert and his party are now confronting a group of dark-skinned guys who came out of nowhere in the Birty Church, you should hurry up and take a look!"

As soon as Krees heard the three words of dark skin, his heart suddenly became shelved, this is what the saying goes. He had a hunch that this should be the so-called elven lost people who had emerged from the ground with thoughts of revenge.

Why did these fellow men have a sinister approach, but why did they have a relationship with humans? At this time, Krees could not think about it, and he hurried towards the church.

The situation there can now be summed up in four words, that is, saber rattling.

The pointy-eared people were bent on digging for something special or clue under the church, but after a whole night of tossing and turning, it was clear in vain. They were so angry that when Bishop Mirière and others were about to send them out of the church, they suddenly attacked and took the unarmed Bishop hostage.

The outside of the church has been surrounded by the combined forces of the Duchy of Borot and the De Stinibe, who were originally going to hunt the dark-skinned strangers in an urn on the orders of Tarun Crawford, but apparently, the dog will jump over the wall when he is in a hurry, and the black elf will kill people in a hurry. Of course, Tarun had expected this, but he had not thought it too carefully in his haste, so that he had sent Bishop Mirière to the paws of his family, and he and Albert and Best were safe and sound, under the umbrella of his own army.

Mirière would have been fine, but he was too enthusiastic, or to use a pejorative term, too pedantic. He knows that the other party has bad intentions, but he still wants to show his best and kindest thoughts to the other party. As he walked out of the tunnel, he invited the Black Elves to visit the church hall, told them the story of the prophet Cyril, and introduced them to the handwritten letter of Clement, the first pope of the Tamborance Empire. The pointy-eared people may still be brewing emotions at first, but when Mirière said the words "know, do, and be good", the black elf led by the leader suddenly burst out, grabbed the old man's neck, and then took out the dagger from his waist and put it on it.

At that time, Albert, Tarun and others had already walked to the door of the church, and were about to call the soldiers outside to start the follow-up. They didn't expect the black elves to attack an old man, nor did they expect that this old man would say so much. After all, they could not ask the bishop to leave his church outright, which would arouse suspicion on the other side. The root cause is that none of them have figured out the true intentions of the Black Elves, which is why Mirière is exposed to the guns of the enemy.

Anyway, it's a fait accompli now. The other three monks in the church volunteered to be hostages to accompany their bishop in the fight against the black elves.

As soon as the pointed ears of the leader saw that the outside of the church was surrounded by troops, he couldn't help but scold: "You hypocritical and righteous gentlemen are no different from the guys in the Danse Forest. In that case, let's see who is tougher!"

After he finished speaking, he used a magical sound method to blow a special whistle that could spread more than ten miles away. As soon as this sound passed, the troll that had been dormant outside the city immediately came to its senses, and it was about to start killing and march towards the city of Birti.

When Krees arrived, it was the moment when the sound was loud and soaring into the sky. He immediately confirmed the identity of the other party, couldn't help but sigh, and said to himself: "The scandal of the family will inevitably be publicized, and now we will show our jokes to mankind." ”

The Countess d'Stigny also arrived outside the church of Birty at this time, and Her Royal Highness Albert informed her of the distress of Bishop Mirière. Since the death of her father, the countess has only two confidants left in this world, one is her maid Catherine, and the other is Bishop Mirière.

The black elves relied on the hostages they had at hand, coupled with their own high magic, and they didn't pay attention to the layers of armies outside the church. Mirière was not so much their hostage as the object of their venting. The biggest purpose of their trip is to find out the great secret hidden under the church of Birti. This is also a secret common to many liberal arts facilities. The reason why the dark elves were able to learn this little-known fact was because of their experiences living underground.

If this secret is not discovered, there is a high risk that these lost people will face extinction. Their ancestors were defeated in the Elven Civil War, lived in underground caverns for thousands of years, and now faced such a demanding challenge, it is no wonder that they are so unscrupulous.

Albert ignored the danger at the door and shouted: "You let the Bishop go, I am willing to be your hostage to ensure that you get out of the city smoothly!"

The pointed ears were dismissive, and even laughed: "Who do you think you are? Even if you are the son of the Duchy of Borot of the Emperor Qincha, what use will it be to me? What we want, even you human emperors can't give! This religion you believe in is also Bojiao, right?" They are actually a bunch of liars, who revere the heavens on the surface, but in fact they are secretly brewing the energy of hell. They think they are shepherds, guarding the golden key, never showing the cruel truth to outsiders. For example, this Mr. Bishop, who is full of righteousness and morality, and who is the prophet Cyril, who knows, does, and is good. Phew! No matter how well he disguises himself, he can't hide that big secret! Do you think we're scared of these sergeants blocking the door? Let's turn around and get ready to face that troll!"

Krees was already standing behind Albert at this time, and he looked at his compatriot, who was physically and mentally mutated, and his heart was full of indescribable feelings. He was about to open his bow and arrows, but both Tarun and Albert stopped him, for Bishop Mirière was the countess's most respected elder and would protect him at all.

The countess had calmed down a lot by this time, and she suddenly thought of someone, what about the 24602 prisoner?

As it happened, Adrian was cleaning up the backyard flowers and plants that the Bishop had slowly planted in his spare time on the side of the annex when the black elves entered the church to visit the basement. Adrian used to be a gardener for a period of time before he was imprisoned, although he hadn't touched it for more than ten years, but as soon as he came into contact with these things, he could immediately mobilize all his senses, and soon entered the role again, and quickly became handy.

He was so devoted and single-minded that Adrian was immersed in his own gardening world while the soldiers surrounded the three outer floors of the church.

After the countess called out his name, Adrian shuddered, as if inspired by heaven, and looked up at his surroundings, pulling his thoughts into reality. Standing in front of him was none other than Princess Claudia, oh no, it should be Countess de Stini. He was so stumbling that he didn't know what to say. The countess was not prepared to be polite, she grabbed the powerful arm and pulled it straight into the hall of the church.

Adrian saw at a glance that Bishop Mirière had his knife to his neck by some dark-skinned fellows who never seemed to bathe, and before he could figure it out for a moment, he looked down into the countess's eyes, and then looked up to take a closer look.

It seems that the Bishop is indeed in danger. It is really incredible that this benevolent and righteous old man of erudition would be put on his neck with a knife, and it is really the biggest joke made by God.

Adrian wiped his dirt-stained hands twice on the cuffs of his trousers, ignoring Albert and Talen's advice, and headed straight for the pointy ears. He was as loud as a bull, and the days he spent in the church made his muscular figure even fuller. His shoulder-to-waist proportions are not as pretty-looking as those of His Highness Albert, but they are very functional.

Those black elves didn't understand what was going on for a while, and they all said in unison: "Hey! Where did this peasant come from, get out! It's a critical moment, if you don't want to die, don't run around!"

Adrian didn't answer, but rushed to the leader's pointed ear, and as if nothing happened, he removed the dagger from the bishop's neck, not caring about the blade wounding his palm.

Not only did the blood flow to the bishop's body, but it also stained the black elf's clothes. The pointed ears of the leader were startled by this momentum, and his left hand was pinned behind him, secretly preparing for magic, and he stepped back and motioned for his subordinates to follow along.

Albert could see clearly from a distance, and he shouted, "Be careful!"

It was too late, it was too fast, several black elves shot together, and dozens of magic missiles went straight to Adrian's door, and Bishop Mirière pushed Adrian with all his strength, and he blocked the position and blocked all the missiles.

Poor Bishop Birty fell in a pool of blood, and there was only a gossamer left. Seeing this, Adrian grabbed the tables and chairs in the church and threw them at the black elves, using these things as pioneers, and he himself followed behind, using his huge fists to beat several black elves to their fathers and mothers, with blue noses and swollen eyes, and bloody flesh and blood.

The pointed ears of the leader couldn't help but chill in his heart for this person's wild anger. It takes time to prepare for magic, and of course it is important to save his life at the moment, and he dodges while making his men cannon fodder, while he prepares to teleport.

Countess dStini, Albert and others all gathered around Bishop Mirière, while Tarun commanded a small number of soldiers to enter the hall and prepare to assist Adrian in capturing the black elf.

Krees reminded from the side, "He can teleport, you must stop him!"

When Adrian heard that the other party was going to run, he immediately shouted angrily, lifted up a black elf that was knocked to the ground by himself, and threw it at the pointed ears of the leader, which was so powerful and so fast that the other party didn't have time to react, and was swept to the ground at once.

Adrian stepped forward and punched him a few times in front of him, but Tarun stopped him from behind and shouted, "Spare him his life, we need to know the details!"

Enraged, Adrian poured out the rest of his anger on the hard floor of the church until the ground and his fists were covered in blood.

Bishop Mirière, who had only one breath left, called him to his side and whispered something in his ear in a staccato tone. The manly man's eyes were filled with tears in an instant, and the more he tried to hold back, the more he could not bear it, and the Lord Bishop, at the last moment, did not have time to speak to the Countess de Stini, but reserved all this precious time for Adrian.

Heaven was fair, and he sensed this tragic moment, and in an instant a strong wind blew and rained so hard that some people worried about whether there would be another earthquake.

But Adrian, the Countess, Albert and others insisted that this was the best compliment and nostalgia for Bishop Mirière.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.