Eszerma left the Cato forces and headed straight for the hillside where Ardalion was. Sensing Estheau's movements, the Noldor elves at the top of the slope became alert. "Ma'am, our captives are approaching this way." A ranger approached the carriage and reported to Aldaryan, "As you foresee, he helped Zakar to the triumph of that barbaric custom. However, the head horse seems to have become his trophy. Ma'am, what's your plan after that? ”

"How's Rietediran doing?" Aldalian replied, "Did he get involved?" ”

"No, but he got along well with the Catotes. Ma'am, you gave the Wanderer a chance to redeem himself, but now he doesn't seem to appreciate it much. In the meantime, I'm going to escort Rietediran back to Eraclair, and what he has done today is enough for him to be declared a rebel in the High Court. Of course, ma'am, as soon as you give the order," the Ranger said with murderous intent in his eyes, "I can kill him on the spot on the way." ”

"You'll see for yourself, Casilol." There was not a trace of fluctuation in Ardarian's voice, "You are solely responsible for matters related to Rietediran. But for now, let's see what Barandoke wants to do. ”

"Stop!" As Esher ascended the slope, the two Noldor rangers drew their swords, their blades crossed and intercepted in front of the horse's head, while the other two took off their sigil bows and pinched a few feathered arrows in their hands. "Dismount, and then show your intentions, prisoner!" Their tone and expression seemed to be harsh, but they were lacking in momentum because of the vague fear and nervousness in their eyes. When Esher was fighting with the Catu, the Noldor elves stood at the top of the slope and watched the whole process of his killing. Although Estheus's violent methods seemed unaesthetic to them, it was a pleasure to watch the Cato people being slaughtered like livestock. However, when the butcher arrives, the rangers begin to realize that they too risk becoming livestock - even the Noldor elves are hard to face a warrior who can smash hundreds of kilograms of wild horses at will. Unarmed and armed, Esher was an extremely dangerous thug.

But the intense sense of oppression didn't just come from Estheux, but also from the unimaginably large beast he was riding. The red stallion stepped onto the hill with only a pair of hooves, and the back half of its body was still ridged underneath. The two swords staggered in front of him did not make the stallion retreat, but instead he pressed forward, arching the two swords and standing on the slope, the top of the slope, which was still quite spacious, immediately became crowded. The smell of the stallion escaped in the wind, and the elven horse, who was roaming beside the carriage and grazing on the grass, neighed uneasily.

"I want to see Aldalian." Eshu jumped off his horse and said with a blank face.

"Calling a lady by her name is already an arrogance!" The ranger named Cassilol shouted, "Prisoner, you first kneel on the ground and slap your mouth fifty times, and then ask for the permission of the lady." ”

Esher glanced at the Noldor elf inexplicably, recognizing it as the one he had been satirizing with Ritadilan earlier. How does Riety Dylan describe this? "The good baby who grew up in Ella Claire" is really appropriate. Such domineering and childish remarks that make people laugh at the same time I don't know if it is the Ranger's specialty or the cultural specialty of the entire Great Eastern Forest. Eshua didn't want to be entangled, so he took a step forward and decisively grabbed the other party into his arms.

Immediately, three silvery sigil bows were aimed at him. Eshu grabbed Cassilore by the neck with one hand, signaling not to act rashly, while looking at the carriage and two simple words popped out of his mouth: "Salt Mine." ”

The curtain of the carriage fluttered silently in the breeze, and after a while, two equally short words were thrown: "Map." ”

"Wolf axe."

"Location?"

"North."

"And then?"

"Wolf axe."

"As a captive, are you negotiating terms with me?" Finally, a complete sentence came from inside the carriage, with a cold rage. The simple negotiations that had been constructed to quickly exchange words and sounds between them have officially broken down.

"Not bad." Essiu was unmoved, and the palm that was pinching Casilol's throat slowly tightened, and the green tendons on the back of his hand flare. The latter let out a weak moan, and his face gradually turned red from congestion. "The whereabouts of that drunkard, and the life of this unfortunate bastard, in exchange for a wolf axe."

"Do you think that being a dog of the Cato people means that you have the right to turn your head and bark at me?" "Baranduk, unlike the Pande, the Noldor elves do not grovel to death. Present me a map of the Salt Mine, and I will consider pardoning your offense to us. ”

"The specific route is in my head." "As for that map, it's already charred in Zakar's tent. I can tell you exactly where the salt mine is and how to get there; But in exchange, you have to return the wolf axe. ”

"You release Casilol first and tell him the exact location of the salt mine, and he will naturally bring you the wolf axe after he tells me."

"No way," Esthew flatly refused, "one hand to pay, the other to deliver—I hope you understand this is a rhetoric." ”

“…… Get in. ”

Essiu pushed Casilol, cautiously approaching the carriage. From beginning to end, he kept the hostages in his arms in front of him as cover, and resolutely did not expose his body directly in front of the carriage. If the slightest mistake is revealed, Ardalian only needs to pull that magical longbow, and all the efforts that Esher has made so far will be in vain.

Coming to the front of the carriage, Eshu removed the scabbard from the ranger's waist and lifted the curtain. Ardalian sat upright on the side of the carriage, glancing at him with a nonchalant look. The wolf axe was trampled under her feet, and the longbow wrapped in white cloth was clenched in her hand. Ardarian's other hand was not resting on the bowstring, but fell naturally beside him. Even so, Eshy didn't take it lightly, he took Cassiloel hostage into the carriage and took a seat across from Ardalian before pushing him out.

"The wolf axe can be given to you," Aldaryan said bluntly, "but that doesn't mean your service is over. As I said before, you need to serve me to redeem the Wolf Axe and your personal freedom. Today's trespassing will only further prolong your sentence. Don't forget, you're my captive. Now, tell me where Feng is. ”

"It turns out that Your Excellency never intended to negotiate with me." Estheau's body tensed as if he were eyeing Ardalian, but in fact his attention was entirely focused on the latter's shoulders, watching for any suspicious, hostile movements there.

"The captive has everything that belongs to his owner, and I don't feel the need to negotiate with my captive." "Don't stare at my shoulder," said Ardarian, "the Bow of the End has left a magical imprint on you, like a disease that will not be eradicated. As long as I want, I don't need to pull the bowstring to make you feel the pain again. It's like this. "I didn't see how Ardalian moved, and the brilliant brilliance overflowed from the white cloth, and it was fleeting." Why do you think I put you in the carriage? Because the closer you get, the more intense the pain becomes. However, the way to remove the imprint is simple, all it takes is a drop of the Fountain of Youth, which has been diluted a hundredfold. So, Baranduk, in the coming days, you have to figure out your situation, and even more so understand where you stand. Go and strive for my gifts. Given that there are quite a few competitors in Eraclair who are in need of the Fountain of Youth, do your best. ”

Eshua had already begun to prepare for the coming pain of being cut through his body, but after hearing this, his originally solemn face relaxed, and he couldn't help but smile a little. If it weren't for the fact that he had already begun to gather strength, Eshu would even want to laugh out loud. He leaned down, picked up the wolf axe, cut a deep wound in his palm, and showed Ardalian the bloodstain that was beginning to heal rapidly. "I am well aware of my position, and of Your Excellency—which, by the way, means the same thing in Pande's lingua franca." Essho swung his fist at the abrupt change in Ardarian's face as he happily admired it.