Under the cloud crown tree in the center of the Misty Moon Court, the gray-eyed boy in the camp sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully wiping the dragon knight's spear in his hand with an expressionless face.

Peter Fasha, who was behind him, suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Lusan snorted impatiently—he had never liked these Night's Watchmen, even if they were friends with Lord Loren.

Unimpressed, Peter crossed his wand in front of him and pointed it up, "See?"

"Hmm... See. ”

Lusen said coldly.

Silver-gray eyes narrowed into a slit and shot across the wand to the other side—a dozen or so young war dancers gathered in the same direction, looking at them and whispering.

"How many do you think?"

"How much... There are more than a dozen on the front, there are about a dozen on both sides, and the group behind them is about two dozen or sozen... The rest is not clear. ”

Lu Sien said lightly.

"It seems that the elves of the Misty Moon Court are more enthusiastic than those of the Morning Star Forest. Peter whispered as if joking, "Are you sure?"

"Grasp?" snorted coldly, and the linen cloth in the gray-eyed young man's hand rubbing the sword violently forced, splitting in two at the tip of the sword:

"I can't wait!"

Peter laughed, Loren's guard officer was really a breathless fellow.

Just like Vera.

Thinking of this, Peter Fasha's eyes suddenly darkened a little—Vera, who had been at sea with the one-armed Knight of Oath for three years, had not been heard from since.

Where is she now, can she get used to eating food at sea, is she sick...... Peter, full of cranky thoughts, gritted his teeth.

Originally... If it weren't for the order from the Heavenly Dome Palace, the person who went to sea with the Oath Knight would have been himself.

Just when he was still blaming himself infinitely, his face suddenly changed, and he got up at the same time as the gray-eyed young man behind him, back to back, looking around.

"Enemies are approaching!"

Holding down the hilt of the sword at his waist, Lusen, who held the spear of the dragon knight behind him, lowered his voice and roared in a deep voice while looking at the enemy with his eyes: "Byrne, form a formation, prepare to meet ——!"

As soon as the words fell, the scattered Byrne knights immediately retreated into the camp, set up their two-handed swords, and formed a loose but tight circle in unison.

Soon, sporadic but steady footsteps converged from all sides of the camp.

War dancers emerged from the treetops, alleys, and streets one by one, blocking the water surrounding the small camp.

A pair of cold eyes, with a fierce murderous aura, surrounded them in the center.

"What's going on?" Peter Fasa's heart sank, and his expression was slightly shocked and uneasy: "Ain has only been in for a short time, and the negotiations have just begun." ”

"Do you still need to ask? either the talk collapsed, or ......"

Lu Sien opened his mouth coldly, and his eyes were full of hot killing intent: "It's the trap that lured us to the bait!"

"Above, kill all these imperial invaders!"

I saw a young war dancer standing at the front excitedly raised his spear and raised his arms to his companions behind him: "Kill them all, win true freedom and future for the elves!"

"Freedom and ——!!!! Future"

"——! Growth"

At the moment of the shouting, the air was filled with the sound of sharp knives coming out of their sheaths.

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"Huh?"

In the foothold of the Morning Star Forest, Luca, who had just returned from the Cloud Canopy Tree, subconsciously raised his head and squinted his eyes to look back.

The war dancers in the surrounding Morning Star Forest also faintly sensed something, and turned their gaze to the direction where the voice came from.

"That's ......"

Just when the middle-aged elf and the Morning Star Forest War Dancers were still full of confusion, the panicked female elf Lea had already rushed over from the Cloud Canopy Tree, and even threw down her spear in a hurry.

"Leah?" a hint of confusion flashed in the corner of Luka's eyes:

"Why did you get back... The Wardancer Leader of the Misty Moon Court isn't bothering you in the Cloudcrown Tree Garrison......"

"What are you still guarding for, something happened!" the anxious female elf directly intercepted Luca's words, and rushed in front of him with an arrow: "That bastard deliberately diverted us - as soon as you left on the front foot, he ordered two war dancers from the Misty Moon Court to spy on me on the back foot!"

"What did you say?"

Lukka immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

"I knocked one unconscious, and then I took the opportunity to run away... When I just came over, I saw dozens of war dancers from the Misty Moon Court passing towards the Cloud Canopy Tree, I'm afraid it was ......"

Before the female elf could finish speaking, she heard a loud bang from the direction of the cloud canopy tree, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose into the sky.

The stunned Morning Star Forest elves shook!

The middle-aged elf's expression was instantly difficult to see - over there, isn't that where the imperial envoys are temporarily stationed.

The elves of the Misty Moon Court... Are they planning to strangle the Legation, and then pull up the entire Ancient Wood Forest to confront the Empire?

"Luca, what should we do?" the female elf's expression was extremely tangled and complicated.

"Leah, you should immediately take a few clever warriors to the Wasteland Forest, as well as the other eastern settlements - tell them that this is an order from the elven elders, and that all the elves will assemble at the Cloud Canopy Tree, and then let them inform the other settlements when they arrive. ”

"All in all, the more the better, it's best to mobilize all the elves in the Misty Moon Court now!"

The middle-aged elf immediately regained his composure, and calmly arranged: "The rest of the Morning Star Forest War Dancers, follow me to the rescue first, and we must not let them hurt a single cold hair of the Imperial Mission!"

When the words fell, the silent female elf stood motionless, her expression still very complicated.

"Luca... You mean, we're going to aim our spears at the Foggy Moon Court... Targeting our brethren?"

"That's the last thing I want to do in my life, but if I have to... I wouldn't hesitate either. The middle-aged elf sighed and reached out to press the elf's shoulder—Leah's expression was not at all a war dancer, but more like a frightened little girl who would be awakened by a nightmare.

Even though she was a little girl.

"Remember, Leah, we are the elves of the Morning Star Forest, and we will never point our spears at our people and friends. Holding down the elf's shoulders hard, Lukka and her heads were pressed against each other, and their eyes met:

"But we also have a responsibility to stop our people and friends when they are at odds and make mistakes, to bring them to their senses – and that's what we're going to do and must do now. ”

The anguished female elf nodded tremblingly.

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"Boom ————!!!!"

Three alchemy bombs exploded outside the camp, but the moment the golden-red flames burst out, the surrounding dancers quickly dodged, and except for a few who were choked and frightened by the smoke, there were no casualties.

A hint of consternation flashed across Lu Sien's face, but then the battle intent on his face intensified.

That's right... War dancers, don't let me down too much.

The roar sounded, and before the smoke and dust could clear, the war dancers of the Misty Moon Court had already brandished their spears and leaped up.

"Rush—kill them all!"

As the words fell, nearly a hundred war dancers had already torn open the billowing smoke screen and launched a surprise attack on the small camp.

Superior to the outnumbered——!

In the smoke and dust, the Byrne knights, wielding two-handed swords, could only see countless sharp spears pouring out from all directions, fiercely pounced on them.

"Bell ——!"

Standing in the front row, a Byrne knight swung his spear, his heavy two-handed greatsword raised, and swung it at the wardancer who had opened the door with the momentum of severing everything.

"Poof——!

The other Byrne knight standing behind him only felt a chill on his cheeks, and when he looked up again, he saw that the strange spear had somehow pierced the throat of the robe in front of him, and the tip of the spear was close to his cheek.

In the next second, the tip of the spear was drawn, and the young war dancer's spear was horizontal, sticking to the edge of the armor, and cutting off the head of the Byrne Knight;

Just the first move, there was a battle loss on the side of the Imperial Mission!

In front of the nimble war dancers, the heavy two-handed swords of the Byrne knights were unable to parry at all, and they were broken through the defense line again and again, and before they had time to counterattack, the war dancers on the opposite side had already retreated.

I'm too arrogant.

The cooperation of these elves is simply beyond imagination, and it is not inferior to the top Byrne knights and the witchers under their command... What's more, their agility and reflexes are beyond imagination!

Two attack, one feints, one prepares... The cooperation of the other party can be seen with the naked eye, and it is by no means from the orderly training in the army, but more like natural nature.

Standing on the front line, Lusen desperately parried the spears stabbing from all directions, while watching the robes around him be wounded and fall one after another.

Some even fell down and never got back up.

"Hold the line, don't retreat!"

"They're coming from behind!"

"He's wounded, drag him to the back!"

"Be careful, get out of the way... Ahh

Hoarse shouts, the Legations' defenses in the camp retreated, and as the knights began to retreat, the War Dancers gave up on advancing and fighting.

Heavily armed knights are a headache for the War Dancers - their spears are the flesh of the ogre, the blades used to bleed - and once they retreat, the crowded "human wall" prevents the War Dancers from using their agility.

No way... If there is no way to retreat, the great swords in the hands of the Byrne knights will be completely burdened, and when these elves react and use a dense phalanx of spears against them, it will be all over.

Just as Lu Sien was still thinking about what to do, a powerful voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Everyone, take a step back!"

The Knights of Lusn and Byrne, who were stunned for a moment, did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately shrank the defense line inward.

The wardancers who burst in looked startled as a gray-blue light suddenly appeared under their feet.

High-level spells, the will of the rock.

"Poof——!

Rows of cone-shaped stone pillars rose from the ground like a circular stone wall in front of the Byrne knights, and a dozen young war dancers were too panicked to retreat, and the stone pillars pierced through their chests!

Standing in the middle of the camp, Haringvan Ashamai wiped his sweat lightly, and his eyes revealed a trace of exhaustion.

As one of the patriarchs of the Wizard Tower, of course he knew about the spells of the Wizard Tower, which was so "popular" as the will of the Rock, and after cooperating with the "magic array" conceived by Loren, he could greatly enhance the power of this high-level spell by chanting spells.

Of course, the consumption and backlash have also increased exponentially, but the benefits always outweigh the disadvantages.

In the next second, the Byrne knights immediately put their big swords in the gap between the stone pillars, and the hideous sword body nearly two meters long was like a barb on the back of a hedgehog, stabbing out in unison.

The results are immediate.

Under the compressed formation, the war dancers in the front row who could not dodge were pierced by their swords, or stabbed through the neck, smashing their heads... Along with the Byrne Knight, who had just been killed by them, he collapsed in a pool of blood.

That's where the Wardancers are weak—their ability to maneuver in tight spaces is hard to use in the face of uniform, mechanical, and organized armies, and the Byrne Knights' armor, which is so strong that crossbow arrows are hard to shoot head-on, greatly reduces the range of their spears.

For the war dancers who hunt in the forest and fight the ogres, the well-trained and large-scale legionary infantry and knights... is their unheard-of enemy.

"This is the Misty Moon Garden, the territory of the elves... We won't last long. ”

With a backhand sword, he picked up the spear that pierced the stone wall, and Lusin looked anxiously at Peter Fasa and Ashamai: "Get ready to retreat to the Cloud Canopy Tree, and break out from here after rescuing Ain!"

"No, absolutely not!"

Peter's face was shocked, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly stopped: "We must not retreat, otherwise we will be fooled!"

"Huh? Night's watchman, what are you talking about?!Ain is still alive and dead......

"Lord Luceen, please calm down!"

Just as the gray-eyed boy was about to pull Peter up by the collar, Harlem Van Ashamai suddenly spoke, and pressed Lusen's shoulder:

"Peter Fasa is a night watchman, a friend of Loren, and a comrade-in-arms of yours now—don't be overly suspicious, he has a point. ”

"But......" Lusan glanced worriedly at the cloud-canopy tree behind him.

He wasn't worried about the two people behind him and his own life or death, what he was worried about was that if the meeting failed, and he couldn't protect the little wizard, how could he explain to Loren?

"With all due respect, I think it's Ain Rand who is safest at the moment. The calm Ashamai looked solemn and said pointedly: "What's more, this 'drama' is far from ending." ”

"Play, play? ...... you mean?"

"That's right, the protagonists haven't appeared for a long time, how can they end it lightly?"