The Second Cavalry Squadron of the Forbidden Army in Unocal City, Erwinia, watched vigilantly at the maple grove beside the road outside Sheffield. In addition to escorting their commander, the veteran general Legral, these Praetorian soldiers also had to take on the task of escorting Sheffield's envoys to the fork in the road at the foot of Hawke's Mountain, and this responsibility naturally fell to Legral's student Adjutant Claudil.

Crodir, like his mentor, was vigilant about the woodlands that lined the road. The whites of the eyes outside the pupils like the blue sea and blue sky have already appeared one after another bloodshots. Even though the cavalry units of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army were uniformly equipped with brisk jungle horses, a small group of goblins and lizardmen spies that appeared from time to time haunted the forest like ghosts, and occasionally released cold arrows coated with venom, so that the cavalry of the Forbidden Army had to slow down their march and move forward cautiously. Crodier knew in his heart that the current situation outside Sheffield was indeed as the Earl Glenn had speculated - a dangerous situation.

Once again, the maple grove beside the road made a slight noise of discord.

"All on alert!" Legral was quite alert, and immediately tightened the reins of his horse after shouting, and the cavalry of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army behind him also reined in their horses one after another.

The landing next to the maple forest disappeared, and all the wood elf cavalry held their breath, and a pair of pointed ears stood up.

Adjutant Clodeir's eyes panned, and his left hand pressed the scabbard of the Wood Elf officer in the scabbard. The blue glowing eyes in the bushes of the maple forest met his gaze unexpectedly, and in an instant, those eyes hidden in the shadows suddenly began to dodge.

A strange cry of chill and a few discordant noises reached Crodil's sharp ears.

Crodiel's left thumb suddenly flicked up hard, with the clean and concise movement of his right hand, I saw a burst of sword light dancing beside him, and several arrows coated with venom were cut off, and he immediately pointed at the direction where the cold arrow flew, and several black shadows jumped out of the hidden bushes and began to flee in the opposite direction.

Claudir immediately threw the saber in his hand to the forbidden cavalry beside him, and immediately untied the wood elf compound longbow from his back, and twisted three arrows from the quiver at the same time with his five fingers to raise the bow.

"Three arrows hit one shot. The other two misses! Clodir knew this, and once again he reached for the quiver.

"Whoosh." Three almost uninterrupted bangs rang out, and three of the few dark shadows that were about to run away fell in response.

"Chase!" Crodil grabbed the knife forward, spreading his legs apart and seemingly immediately slamming the horse's belly.

"Don't chase after you, the Griffin family is stunned, only Forrester knows if there is a trap ahead! What are you doing blindly!? A familiar shout stopped Crodiel's imminent move, "Your sword skills are still proficient, but your archery skills are far behind!" You're not focused enough, you're in a hurry to aim, and your hands are shaky. Aim a little further above the heads of these goblin agents! ”

"Yes, Mentor!" Crodier bowed to Legral, "I'll be sure to pay attention next time." ”

"Keep your eyes sharp! Before the fork in the road at Hawk Hill, Sheffield's envoys must not have any accidents. We don't have time to go back to Sheffield and move another guy who has asked for help from the Duke of Ella. Legral scolded, his face was like an old engraving, and there was no trace of harmony under the clear wrinkles, "Besides, if something unexpected happens, I don't think there will be a next time!" ”

Legral's sharp rebuke made Crodiel's face turn red and white for a while.

"Hmph." A snort erupted from behind Crodiel.

Claudir shook his head to look at the smiler behind him, and snatched his own saber from the Praetorian cavalryman beside him as he glared at him, slamming it into its sheath with a crisp clang.

"Your Excellency Legral is right, shouldn't we hurry up? Such a slow style doesn't suit a wood elf like me. The envoy, surrounded by several Praetorian knights, muttered to himself.

"You!" Crodil let go of his grip on the handle of the knife and snapped his fingers, "What a big mouth. ”

"Ahh Something flicked out of his fingers. The envoy whispered, and the corners of the mouths of the surrounding Praetorian cavalry twitched, as if some reptile had crawled under their armpits.

After a long day of slow marching, Hawk Mountain, which was only 60 miles away from Sheffield Town, was already in front of Legral and his Praetorian cavalry, and the dirt road that had been stretched forward finally saw the damned fork that Legral longed to see, and he couldn't help but shout to his student Crodir, "Crodir, we can finally go straight in and bring to me the messenger sent by Glenn Faun to Entel to ask the Trians for help." ”

"Come here, messenger, Mr. Bigmouth Stola, it seems that it is time for you to fly alone. You see, it can be quite troublesome to take care of a mouthpiece envoy who doesn't know how to fight, and who likes to talk a lot. Do you know what cumbersome? Crodil turned around and waved to the robed wood elf surrounded by several forbidden cavalry, looking at the obscene face of the robed wood elf, he had long felt very displeased, the thin eyebrows were like the long feet of a spider stretched out almost to the root of the ear, the mouse-like eyes looked shiny but not harmonious, and the bridge of the nose covering the nostrils of the two black holes was also very strange, as if it had been hit by some unknown object but did not return well, "The carving level is a little bad, but it is still good." The octopuses on Setar's fishing boats seem to be delicate enough. ”

"Mr. Griffin, I never knew how a rough man could know so many beautiful adjectives, and I must have secretly gone to the Druid Stone Altar to read quite a few books, which surprised me! Fortunately, I feel that I don't deserve such beautiful words, I am not as good as you, maybe you can! As for what kind of burden, it's hard to say whether it's you or me. I just hope you and I are not. Don't think it's good to bully you and chase after it, you have to remember what General Legral taught you. Anyway, I was a Wood Elf scout before, and Lord Earl Glenn had already taught us these in the Green Forest Barracks, and we are familiar with them, remember, you have to memorize them a few more times, don't forget them after a while. You and I are the same age, so we shouldn't be so forgetful. Stola was a little dismissive of Crodir, "Don't think that only you have seen the big battles, I was also there in the Battle of Hawk Mountain, although I was not an adjutant like you at that time, but I was no worse than you in the battle, I still remember a small fragment, two goblins who don't know whether they are alive or dead flew towards me, but it didn't work, they were all stabbed by me." And—I've met big guys you've never seen before, and I've told the Count accurate information. Otherwise, you would still be in the dark! So, I think it's not just knives and arrows that are weapons. The information I've gotten as a Wood Elf Scout and this call for help is a weapon that your sword and arrows can't do. ”

"Mr. Stola, your mouth is indeed very powerful, and it really wronged your ability to make you a Wood Elf Scout before. If you can talk like this in front of the Duke of the Trians, it is enough. Crodil took the reins of his horse, made a way, and shook his head at his mentor Legral, "Oh, General Legral is looking for you. ”

"Maybe, maybe! Anyway - thank you for the reminder, but unfortunately I already know that General Legral went to tell me to let me go. So--your repetition doesn't seem to make much sense. Stola smiled, walked past Crodir, and rode up to Legral without looking back.

"Mr. Emissary, I heard that you only stepped down as a Wood Elf Scout before you became an Emissary, and you are the only warrior to return alive from Goodbay Town." Legral said word for word.

"You have a good memory, old general, and you know that you are the one I have admired since I was a child. Your Excellency must have introduced you to my modest background. However, I would like to warn you that the road to support Gudebay will be quite difficult. The number of enemies is simply too much. And with two pairs of huge horns, I guess the Gilbergs must be helpless right now. Stola's words were like a fast-firing compound bowstring, "You're letting me go, I'm slowing down your march, but you don't have to, I'm also a Wood Elf warrior, and I've been through a few battles." ”

"Thank you for the kind reminder, Mr. Stola. Sharp-tongued, but good for dealing with the Trians. I wish you success in your mission. Legral nodded expressionlessly, "I will send two Praetorian cavalry to Entel with you." ”

"No need, General. I've lost count of the number of times I've traveled from Sheffield to Entle. I can tell where there is a rock, where there is a puddle with my eyes closed. Stola shook his head, he turned and tugged at the reins and waved goodbye to Legral, "Don't worry, Your Excellency. I will arrive safely in Entre and I was touched by the careful escort on the previous stretch of the road! Hey, the Trians will be moved by me! May the forests of Forrester be with you! ”

"Tongyou!" Legral looked at Stola's back as she rode away, and sighed in her heart, "Glenn Fahn is not a fool, and although the envoy he appointed is a worrisome appearance and conceited personality, he is indeed a suitable fellow to be an envoy. ”

"That's goodbye!" Stola's goodbye echoed in the distance, and the galloping jungle horse carried Stola around the corner at the foot of Hawk Mountain, never to be seen again.

"Just now, we have sent off the envoy of the Earl of Sheffield." Legral raised his hand and commanded in a loud voice, "Now, let's go straight to the Highland Mountain!" Our allies are waiting for our rescue! ”