"It's an elf just now?" In the midst of the gloom and misery, Ofer Mondridge still felt that everything just now seemed real and illusory. "It's really getting worse and worse."

Yes, with a confused face.

Digesting the weight of that open letter was nothing.

The rebellion of the magicians in the city was also a predetermined event - otherwise he would not have set up precautions, which was exactly what he wanted, and it was not a blow.

The elves are clearly on one side under his rule! But at the mention of this, Offe Mondrich was a little flustered. Now he understands what this conclusion means. The Church of the Two Moons has been glorious for thousands of years, and the chairs under the ass of the gods in the present world don't know how many times to change, but they haven't seen any elves to establish a fixed communication relationship.

As the guardians of nature, they love when it appears, and love appears wherever it appears. And their unusually regular rules and regulations to establish some kind of "contact point" with the people of the other world, and deal with them seriously, this is almost impossible from the perspective of Eufay Mondridge.

After deep thought, the suspended book in front of Offy Mondridge suddenly slammed to the ground.

"Director!" The guards who hurriedly opened the door saw only a man slumped in a chair and shaking his hand, and a book that had been smashed on the ground and suddenly opened.

"I'm fine." Offe Mondridge was completely devoid of the spirit he had when he took the other two generals on the rooftop to watch the siege and annihilation of the scattered households, and the whole person seemed to be several years old.

"It's okay, Director." The guard with the magic spear was tense and straight.

"Wait a minute," Ofer Mondridge's wand flicked, and the shelf of pens on the desk began to move rapidly. In a matter of seconds, the header and end commands have been completed.

The guards watched the process - normally, the process of issuance would not have been glimpsed by others. Offet Mondridge's willingness to let himself sit indoors and watch was already giving him great trust.

However, in the end, this order could not be watched by ordinary people. The envelope made of cowhide is sewn with fine stitches on all sides, and the fire paint that seals the envelope is a precious magical material that transmits the personal coat of arms of the messenger.

"Well, take this and give it to Harman." With a stroke of wind magic, the cowhide envelope flew into the guard's hand.

Okay, the two moon church pills? Then don't let any of you go! The extremely tired director of the Western Expeditionary Army showed a subtle evil smile after the door was firmly closed.

The appearance of the elves is known only to one person in Garcia City. And at this time, the Wyvern-dragoons, who had received the order, also began to stir.

"Prove loyalty with our actions?" Harman let go of the paper in his hand, allowing the lost envelope and the letter he had sheltered to swirl in the air with flames under the intended runes, turning into ashes little by little.

"Okay, since the Director of the Western Expeditionary Army is willing to give this opportunity, then please tell me on your behalf that the wings of our mount are his hands, and he obeys all his orders!"

Harman is worried about being controlled, and his future is uncertain. I don't know if the open letter was written by someone who doesn't know about the military, and the spicy chicken stuff - isn't this a sign of shaking the morale of the military? The big man above will transfer the coach at will because of the power struggle, and everyone below is depressed, okay? Still counting on some people who don't want to live now, do you really think that everyone has broken their brains by fighting too many wars?

However, some of the children of officials and eunuchs still think that their identities can overwhelm the commander of the prison army thousands of miles away. Harman angrily threw the burned Atlas cigarette to the ground and stomped it out - it didn't matter if Offe Mondridge kept them under control, he was angry that there were such fools in the Western Expeditionary Army - not to mention the good night, and to make him suspicious.

For example, Harman and his Wyvern-Troopers, the scouts were tightly controlled. It doesn't matter if other magicians rebel, if they go to the sky, no one will be able to tear them down.

The red-armored guards under the castle nodded slightly, took the cowhide envelope and disappeared into the shadows. At the same time, he could feel the riflemen who had their fingers on the trigger at any moment letting their guard down.

The Wyverce's vision and mobility make them the first choice for the pursuit, but if this double-edged sword is used against the rout of more than a few thousand...... When Harman took the reins, he raised his head slightly and looked at the room where the light was shining from the top of the castle, who provoked this guy to rebel today?

Even the order just given to him was full of the killing and decisive momentum of the superiors, and there was no style of him at all. With a stomach full of questions, Harman rode his alien brother and led the others to disappear from the sight of everyone on the castle.

The wyvern let out a high-pitched roar in mid-air—a roar that sent palpitations to the hearts of the soldiers and civilians who were asleep and those who weren't asleep. After the huge explosion, there was another military formation, and another flying dragon, didn't Garcia have a good day even for a day?

"Wyvern." Daviv-Evelyan didn't hurry, but pointed at Garcia like a pot of porridge with her companions on the clouds—it wasn't just a mind-reading elf who had gone to Mendon City to meet Ramaher.

The red-haired elf who was also floating in the air on the side quickly spoke: "Human things haven't changed for hundreds of years, so you can still find something new." ”

"We're not like you, we often have the opportunity to be sent abroad......" Daviv, who spoke directly, didn't have the sense of stagnation when he transmitted consciousness at all.

"Who let the Supreme Creator give you too much talent, Daviv! ~" The red-haired elf girl's hair shook as if to show her pride.

"Our prominence," Davieve puffed up, "it's always much better than your one-horse Pingchuan, isn't it?" Lumi Lana? ”

"Ah...... Woo......! Lumirana's red hair began to tremble, and her whole body began to tremble, and her bulging face could be seen even in the darkness. Honeydew! Honeydew! You perverted big melon! ”

The eyes of two girls of completely different sizes burst out with a gaze that was thousands of times more burning than the hatred between human beings. One is an architect who can read the structure of an object, and the other is a surveyor who can read people's hearts, and there is nothing they can do with each other.

"Hey, I said you two, alas...... Don't look at me, can you? Let's stop looking, can we hurry? ”

The male elf, which resembled a completely transparent shape, had long been set aside. He pushed his glasses helplessly, looking at the two people in front of him who were still looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Nonotan, obediently look at your feet, it's none of your business!" The two of them suddenly turned their heads and yelled at the male elf in unison.

"It only takes half an hour to get to Mendong City here, if you want to see it, you go first!" This is Daviv.

"Let me clean up the perverted melon first, and then I'll clean you up!" This is Lumi Lana.

Nonotan was very bored, and his ears drooped and drifted away from the two who were still working together sincerely, and now they are fighting again......

"Did you just hear any strange noises? The voice from above is like a woman scolding the street? Harman's lieutenant approached his commander from above and asked softly.

"Nope. Are you hallucinating? Harman looked at the moonlit night sky with light clouds overhead, and there was nothing. Instead of paying attention to the sky above, it is better to look below, Lord Orfe Mondridge asks us not to leave any traitor behind, is it clear, brothers? If you catch one, I'll reward him with a glass mirror! ”

Fear was written on Wilbeam's face at the moment.

Fleeing to the edge of the dock, he watched as the soldiers sent by Rucha surrounded his escape ship three layers inside and three on the outside; If you want to use the Wyvern, there is no second one in the city except for Eufe Mondridge's castle; The road leading to the north city gate is already a dangerous road at this time, and if you want to blow up any city gate, you don't have a magic powder bomb in your hand.

"Offy Mondridge...... "Once stubborn, once unconvinced, once distorted voice is only begging for mercy." Yourde, can you help me intercede? ”

Yourd, the commander of the Northern Route Army, who had lost most of his strength, stood quietly behind a group of shield swordsmen, looking at the culprit with eyes that could not tell whether it was pity or contempt.

"For the sake of your subordinates who don't know how to be inferior—" Yurde watched wickedly as the man's face turned from red to black and then to purple - "I decided not to let you go." ”

With a wave of his hand, the streets that should have been deserted, even Wilbeam's back was full of soldiers.

Wilbim scanned the roof with a shudder—even there, Yourd had placed archers, and it seemed that he was bound to win. This old fox may have already sold the olive branch he stretched out for a good price.

Boom, boom. The flame of hatred that should have been extinguished burned in Wilbim's heart with a loud sound. He looked back at his comrades, all of whom had the same resolute look in their eyes—as if they had come to Elta and Garcia to eliminate the "Eufay Mondridge's lackeys" in front of them.

"Hehe, the child wants to kill himself?" Yourde smiled. The order given to him by Ofe Mondrich was not to take down the live mouth, these people's parents are quite bullish, but they can't knock out many broken teeth in their mouths - as for torture? The gentleman didn't like it. "Do it."

Wilbeam's wand was pulled out in an instant—and he decided to die at least one more life.

However, the preparation time required for his chosen Wind Blade magic would not be given to him by either the Archer or the Spearman. In the next second, several javelins and bows pierced and pierced Wilbim's body.

"Huh...... I'll go down and wait for you. Wilbim snorted, his left leg went limp, and he slammed into the ground.

"It's better than you idiot." Yurd, who had already turned around to leave, spat hard.