The people built walls of stone, enclosed themselves inside, and kept the wild beasts out, thinking that this would be safe.

But the beast never left the side of man, both physical and spiritual.

Home is not a door with four walls, but the end of a long journey.

The day will come when the home built with stone will collapse, and only the home condensed with faith will be eternal-

Carlos. Barov

Leslin closed the last page of Whom the Holy Light Shines, returned the book to Sora, and let out a long sigh.

"It makes sense, but it's useless, what is your reason for being optimistic about His Majesty Carlos? I'm curious. ”

Sora flipped through the venison on the fire rack, humming a pleasant ditty as she motioned for the black-robed mage to put the books aside first, she didn't have time now, and replied slowly.

"Of course, it's because he's handsome."

“……”

Leslin gave Sola a disdainful look.

"Okay, because he's the right fit."

Sora put away her hippie smile.

"Although your offer is quite tempting, but a kingdom-level organization is not so easy to mix, once you join, if you want to quit, it is not as simple as writing an application and making a report, there is not enough reason, a guy with an embarrassing identity like me will not join easily."

As a mage, Reslyn always maintains the sanity of a scholar.

"I used to be obsessed with power, but because I was so arrogant, I was blocked in the mage tower by three colleagues and beaten up. I was confident that I could knock over any two of them in a two-on-one way, but with all three of them, I didn't even have a chance to fight back. Since then, I have been thinking about life, thinking about what is true power, and thinking about what kind of power is worth pursuing with my life's energy. ”

Sora pulled out her knife and cut off a piece of deer breast and tasted it. Feeling a little lacking in heat, he took back the knife and continued to bake.

"Later, I finally figured out that only by dedicating oneself to the cause of liberation of all Queldore's energies, and only by condensing the will of all elves, is the real power."

After hearing this, Leslin was completely speechless. Ever since he was blocked by Sora, he had come down to investigate, and finally understood what this political prisoner who had been exiled by Quel'Salas was.

Sola. Star Breaker. Gender female, fond of eating. Silvermoon City is a famous gourmet, musician, thinker, functional novelist, and body art painter. At the same time, he has a legendary resume: four hundred years ago, he served in the Sun Chaser Royal Court Mage Tower, with the title of Magister; Three hundred years ago, he became a priest and once mixed into the position of cardinal, and he was only one royal nomination away from the archbishop; Two hundred years ago, he took off his robes and changed into armor, and once again became a ranger, because of his outstanding achievements. One hundred and fifty years ago, he was promoted to Ranger Lord.

There is nothing that this female elf is not good at, like a winner in life who is favored by Elune.

However, this is such a guy, but he is an extremely dangerous political prisoner.

Because she advocated the rights of all citizens, advocated that all elves should have equal status in politics, advocated that the king should be elected by universal suffrage, advocated the elimination of the aristocratic privileged class, and realized the real free dish.

The black-robed mage is not wild either, and has his own private channels. After inquiry, I got a shocking news.

The reason why this Sora changed jobs. The reason for giving up the mage rank is that she believes that the Sunwell is the source of all injustice in Quel'Thalas, and that the Sunseeker family and the Silvermoon City Council control the use of the Sunwell, and that the entire Queldore Elves are living an unhealthy life with the vitality of the race.

What if one day the light of the sun well goes out?

So the elf suggested to the Sun King, Anastarian, to restrict the unbridled use of magic, or to collect a tax on the use of magic from the nobles.

It is no longer possible to describe Sora as a hornet's nest. Star Breaker, she's bathing in a river full of piranhas!

Finally, Anastarian declares Sola to be an extremely dangerous anarchist. Banished her from Quel'Thalas. In Reslin's opinion, it was the Sun King who saved her life, otherwise the female elf would stink in the sewers of Silvermoon City sooner or later.

"You have such lofty ideals, why do you still follow His Majesty Carlos and directly pull a ticket back to Silvermoon City?"

Leslyn felt that she and Sora had different thinking circuits. There is a barrier to communication.

"Outcome justice does not mean true justice, process justice is equally important. And there are as many demons as dogs in Silvermoon City, at least Aurelia and Sylvanas I can't beat them, lead the troops back, and give my enemies prestige? ”

Leslin felt that the latter was the main reason.

"That's why you have to pull me out, and you have to avoid Aurelia. The cause of Windranger? ”

"Half and half, when I left Silvermoon City, I brought with me a property worth six thousand gold coins, and I have been eating, drinking, and having fun in Stratholme for more than a year, and I am almost out of money. I am reluctant to accept the entrustment of a few gold coins and a dozen gold coins, and it is rare to encounter such a big deal, of course, I have to make money to subsidize the family. ”

Sora tasted it, and when she thought it was almost there, she beckoned Leslyn and his magic apprentice named Clariant to come over and eat the meat.

Not far away, w. Marsh. Falk led his team of adventurers to set up an earthen stove to cook and eat.

It was caused by a group of deserters who had taken up a lumberyard in a valley a hundred miles south of Stratholme, acted as bandits, and attacked grain convoys.

For various reasons that everyone understands, Stratholme's city defense forces have encircled and suppressed it several times to no avail, and as a result, this gang of scum who dare not fight orcs is very energetic and robs their kind, and actually robbed the baggage convoy sent by Stratholme to the Northland fortress to supply Carlos.

Carlos was furious, but the Stratholme Townspeople's Council, fearing a diplomatic dispute, demanded that Carlos exercise restraint and offered a high price of 500 gold coins for the bandit's head for a limited time.

And Carlos has never been an honest man, and secretly sends people to prepare to kill first.

But an embarrassing thing happened, the executioner force sent by Carlos encountered a mutated wild griffin on the way, and the two sides fought.

The king always wants to save face, and it is enough for you to send someone once, and to send it a second time is not to give face to the nobles of the Stratholme region. So Carlos also ordered a reward of 500 gold coins. I want the head of the horned griffon.

Because the path is the same, the two commission bounties can basically be done at the same time, so the monster hunters and bounty hunters of Stratholme are all in action.

Even in times of war, 1,000 gold coins is not a small amount. A hundred pounds of finely ground flour is only about 220 silver coins, and even if the exchange of gold coins for silver coins fluctuates between 80 and 110, it can also intuitively reflect the purchasing power of gold coins. And in Stratholme's largest gold cave, the "Luna Rose", it is ridiculous that it does not cost a hundred gold coins in one night. Aside from all kinds of valuable magical materials and war machines. 1000 gold is already a big bounty.

What's more, countless people have used Carlos's bounty as a stepping stone to meet His Majesty?

I'll see you on the head.

So Sora forces Reslin to accompany her to hunt mutant griffins, and as for the bandits, whoever likes to go.

"Watt friend, are you really not going to go with us to play with the griffons?"

Sora was almost finished, and cut off the front leg of a relatively finished roast deer and rubbed it into Watt as a greeting gift. Marsh. In front of the campfire on Farke's side.

"Hmph, Carlos is just the strongest paladin right now, I will surpass him sooner or later, who wants to make his bounty."

Watt. Marsh. Falk still has a good impression of Sora, who has taught him swordsmanship. He accepted Sora's deer leg and handed her two slices of bread with honey cheese.

"Good guy, ambitious, I'm optimistic about you. But with so many competitors, it's not a good idea to go to the bandits. ”

Sora sniffed the honey and looked pleasant.

"What bandits, not the city hall ...... yet"

Watt. Marsh. Falk said halfway through finding that the topic was not appropriate to talk about in the sun, so he stopped.

And Sora didn't mean to ask. as if nothing had been heard.

"I know you have cider."

"Cut, dognose."

Watt. Marsh. Falk pulled out a parchment sac and tossed it to Sora.

A lot of the time. Talking to smart people is a matter of words.

After this meal, it was time for Sora to leave the road and enter the forest. Marsh. Falk should continue south, and seeing that the last persuasion was fruitless, Sora did not hint or persuade anything more. Return the empty sac to Watt. Marsh. Farke, Sora is ready to return to her side.

"Old witch, be careful, after all, there are still people around me, just the three of you. Be careful not to die at the hands of griffins, but at the hands of humans. ”

"So concerned, you're in love with me?"

Sora looked back in surprise.

"Ha, I'm just respecting the elderly, do you love the young?"

Watt. Marsh. Falke has long been accustomed to Sora's yellow jokes, and he will not fall behind in the fight back.

"Cut, it's not as fun as it used to be."

"It's that you don't have any new tricks."

"Watt cutie, be careful."

"Old witch Sora, you too."

Farewell, Leslin and his apprentice followed Sora into the forest.

Don't look at the Brute Hammer Dwarves taming griffons as mounts, and think griffons are kind creatures.

These beasts, capable of carrying an adult ploughing ox for seventy yards in the sky, were never easy to get along with, territorial, and very aggressive.

The hardened feathers of an adult griffin are able to withstand direct shots from a bow and arrow, and only a mechanical crossbow can break through them. And these behemoths with an average size of nearly two tons are born with divine power and super melee combat ability. Unlike the bipedal wyvern, who doesn't land as well as a cat, the griffin is as fierce as a dog when it lands, with a sharp beak and claws, and a flick of its tail, and two winged swoops.

Therefore, those guys who are good at killing people sent by Carlos encounter this inhuman beast, and they can only return with decisive feathers.

But Sora is not afraid, not to mention bringing a mage with no bad strength.

A griffin usually has multiple hunting grounds, and aimless luck is not a reliable solution.

But the former Ranger Lord naturally has his own way.

Instead of trying your luck, get some bait and make a trap and wait for your prey to take the bait.

"So what the hell do you want me to take with you as an apprentice?"

Reslyn watched Sola busy working on the side, feeling that his apprentice Clariant was a burden, and wondered what the female elf had asked to bring him with him.

"Of course, it's used to move the spoils, a griffin's head is a hundred pounds, do you move it or do I move it?"

Sora's well-reasoned words were convincing, and Reslyn found herself speechless.

The griffon's sense of smell was good, and Sora prepared some green dragon droppings for Leslin to process with magic potions. Humans can't smell the difference, and the smell can spread ten kilometers after two hours at most, and when the griffons patrol the territory, they will naturally smell it.

"I've laid out some gadgets, and if anyone comes to mess with them, I'll know in advance."

Reisling, whether voluntarily or not, fulfilled his accusations with all his heart.

"Well, I don't want to kill anyone. It's best to get the task done easily. ”

Sora nodded.

"Remember what you promised me."

"I can't forget, the arcane puppet's control core energy operation diagram, I was also a senior engineer at the beginning, and the second-generation drawings can be written down silently with my eyes closed."

Leslin was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Many people don't know about Merry. Who Winterwind is, he only knows about his identity as a necromancer, but he forgets Merry. Winter Wind's research field back then was intelligent spellcasting.

Empower magical thinking.

In the taunts of many, Archmage Merry. Winter Wind has made his way out of a series of curse-based spells. Achieved rudimentary magical intelligence.

For example, giving birth to a son without an asshole is normal, and giving birth to a daughter is normal.

Another example is the fireball technique that can circle 360 degrees and explode itself without hitting the buttocks, and the magic bread that is always eight points full.

Behind the many seemingly absurd and terrifying magical research results, there is an inexhaustible heart of exploration and truth-seeking.

Inherited Merry. Under the mantle of Winter Wind, Reslin's real research project is not magical dynamite.

After a day of waiting, Leslyn used a few psychedelic tricks to fool away two groups of monster hunters and three lone rangers, and finally waited for the sound of griffons howling as they patrolled the territory in the afternoon of the second day.

"Here we go."

"I hear you."

The whistling wind caused Clariant to stagger, but the magic apprentice could see it. My own teacher and that beautiful big sister are not messy at all except for their fluttering robes. Is this really the difference in strength?

What Clariant can't see, however, is that there is a price to be paid for pretending.

Leslyn covered her face with her robes in time, and Sora's whole body was splattered with a lot of green dragon droppings.

Pulling out a handkerchief and wiping her face, Sora asked with kind eyes and kind words.

"Brute, kill yourself, lest the old lady go on a killing spree."

"Roar ~~~~~~~~~"

Sure enough, it was a mutated griffin. To the left of the top of the head, a misshapen horn grows strangely.

This griffon has grayish-brown feathers with reddish edges and yellow spots on the stalks, and is one-third larger than the average griffin.

"Half cliff griffin blood. As for the tawny feathers, it's not clear whether they're from the Nightshadow griffin or the Black Coast griffin. Mutation traits unknown. ”

Leslin's chance was to judge the griffin's pedigree as it landed on its feet.

Mages don't just move turrets, but mages who can't even move turrets are mostly a waste.

Knowledge is power, and knowing the lineage of this griffin knows its strengths and weaknesses.

For example, the cliff griffin, because of the broken arm nest on the cliff, their wings are more powerful than other kinds, but the strength of their limbs is relatively weak, and their predatory habits are similar to those of mountain eagles.

"Say so much, eat the old lady's arrow."

Sora, who showed signs of rage, didn't think about the benefits of information superiority at all, and with an unhappy face, she pulled out an orange-yellow crystal, and after the light shone, a magic longbow appeared out of thin air.

"Isn't it?"

Leslin was a little shocked.

"That's right, Soradar. Wrath of the Stars. ”

"Wait, that legendary bow isn't called Solidar. Wrath of the Stars? ”

"Ha, where can I get the Sun King's matching bow?"

With a flick of her bow and a hand, Sola flew out like a meteor and smashed right on the griffin's misshapen horns.

There was another roar of rage, and the mutant griffin unleashed a feline triple attack of fluttering, biting, and tail-sweeping.

However, the elf dodged all the attacks as if she were strolling in the wildest, and then with a flick of her hand, another magic arrow struck the griffon's wings, causing the beast to let out a painful wail.

"You don't seem to need my help?"

Leslin noticed that Sora was unusually familiar with the griffin's movements, and she almost felt like she was ahead of the curve.

"Hah, do it!"

As practice shows, in battle, there is simply no time and energy for you to explain at length.

The seemingly dashing Sora has a mouth. Even if it was a panting sound, the unhappy female elf could only spit out the word "hands".

Reslin's mana surged, a cloud of black magical energy gathered in his right hand, tumbling like boiling asphalt, and the black-robed mage threw a ball of energy that hit the griffin's wings with precision.

"Howl !!"

Mutant griffons due to numbness of their wings. The body lost its balance in an instant, ran awkwardly and crookedly for several steps, and then stared at the two strong enemies in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

Neither Sora nor Leslin responded to the mutated griffon's glare, and then went on the attack.

Fighting flying monsters, breaking wings first and then breaking tails, and then breaking heads when there is a chance, this is basic common sense, so Sola and Reslin's attacks are basically towards these places.

The mutant griffon, as fierce as it is, is a formidable beast after all. Under the repeated attacks of the hunting father and the master, after all, his physical strength was exhausted, and he gradually showed his decline.

"Could it be that the horn is just a simple deformity, and it doesn't mutate at all with special abilities?"

Sora gradually took control of the situation, and finally had the leisure to talk.

"Don't dare to try."

It's not the first time that Reslyn has encountered a trapped beast going berserk, and the closer she gets to victory, the more cautious she becomes.

"I'm tired of playing with it."

Sora put away her magic longbow and drew the bayonet from her right crotch.

"I've been learning the paladin routine for so long. Let's show you the strength of the strongest trainee paladin. ”

Sora was very shameless and brazen.

Then, in the midst of the mutant griffon's life-fighting swoop, he thrust his sword into the beast's right eye socket with the Holy Shield.

"The paladin's routine is really dirty."

Leslin sighed. Holy shield, holy wing, holy light technique, with these three things, the master wants to fight the battle cock with a lot of effort.

The wings have been abolished, the vital points have been severely damaged, the heart of the seemingly mutant griffin has not been destroyed, and the mad beast is desperately trying to vent the last of its life's anger. But both Sora and Reslin are practical. There was no idea of playing handsome at all, dragging time around the circle, waiting for the mutated griffin to bleed to death.

"Teacher, is this how mages fight?"

Clariant, who was watching the game from afar, asked Leslyn afterwards that the fight had given the apprentices a sense of anticlimactic. Very unfavorable.

"What do you think? The teacher should spend all his body mana to blast that beast with a super magic extreme fire explosion technique? Clariant, remember, the battle of the mage, all about victory, with the least amount of magic to achieve the greatest victory. A fight is a battle, whether it is glorious or not. A victory is a victory, whether picked up or bumpered upon. ”

After educating her own elementary school apprentices, Sora has cut off the head of the mutated griffin and collected valuable monster materials.

"Clariant, you are willing to change into women's clothes to show your aunt, and your aunt will carry it for you."

Sora teased the schoolboy.

"Don't."

Clariant politely refused Sora's teasing, then took out a large bag and put the bloodied griffon's head in it and carried it on her back.

It's so heavy!

Avoiding their peers along the way, the trio returned to Stratholme City.

"Sir Wild Goose will inspect your loot and give out the bounty, but I'm sorry that Your Majesty has left and is unable to meet you."

Carlos' personal attendant, Todd, responded to Sora and Reslin's request with great grace and decency.

"Has His Majesty Carlos left Stratholme?"

Sora looked unhappy.

"It's presumptuous, but can you know when? The army seems to be still resting, and His Majesty left? ”

Leslin asked politely.

"It's not a secret, and it doesn't hurt to tell you, yesterday afternoon, His Majesty went through the portal and returned to Hillbride."

Todd replied.

"Your Majesty Carlos is such a good man."

Sora knew what Stratholme's group of human mages were, and she expressed her admiration for Carlos for daring to teleport so remotely.

"When Your Majesty left, he left a word."

Todd, as Carlos's constant attendant, has completed his transformation and knows how to maintain the image of his own king at all times.

"Where righteousness goes, even though tens of millions of people go to me."

"Well, I don't understand."

Sora scratched her head.

"In Hillbride, an unfair trial is underway, and His Majesty is going to administer justice."

Todd didn't go on, anyway, it won't be long before everyone knows.

Wu Ping murdered the main general Biglas. The case of Treason against Bertonen.

After the main forces of the alliance arrived, the Horde eventually abandoned the assault on the Wall of Soradin and retreated to the southwest of Hilbride.

The Union and the Horde entered a new phase of stalemate.

At this time, a storm is brewing within the alliance, and the key point is Biglas. Thorbain's disappearance, and what role did Wu Ping, who raised the alarm, play in this incident.

Upon receiving Danas's letter, Carlos immediately entrusted Tulayan with the care and follow-up of Stratholme, and after obtaining Aurelia's consent, he led a handful of guards to cross the obstacles of the mountains in the most extravagant and dangerous way.

I have very few friends, so I won't allow you to bully him.

Filled with anger and pride, Carlos decided to dare for an unfair trial.

At this moment, I already have the ability to change the world.

I, Carlos. Barov, King of Alterac.

I, Carlos. Barov, at this moment, stands for justice. (To be continued......)