The elven heights are cut off from the outside world, this is only a relative statement, and it is impossible for the elves to cut off their own ears and eyes, which is tantamount to cocooning themselves.

And since ancient times, there has only been one race that has maintained a good relationship with the elves, and that is the dwarves, otherwise where did the long-lived highland dwarves come from?

Although it is a dwarf race, the blood of the dwarves has long been pure for hundreds of years, and even the royal family is not a pure-blood dwarf, but a branch of the highland dwarves.

A few days before Durandar was blasted out of his territory by the elven patriarch with a brutal blow from a mallet, the Mage Tower of the Iron Nation had been contacted and had sent a messenger in the hope of making contact with the summoned.

So soon Leo received an urgent letter from the royal family, with only a simple sentence on it and a crystal attached.

"Go find the messenger sent by the Elven Heights and contact him to ensure his safety"

Such a brainless sentence really made Leo scratch his head, looking for the messenger of the elves? Where to look? Why find it yourself?

The dwarves do things straightforwardly, and admitting death makes the elven patriarch very uneasy, especially the identity of Leo's summoner, and the verification method is actually very simple.

There is no way to verify the conviction of the called, the soul from the other world cannot be identified at all, and the wisdom that is different from this world is also an ambiguous thing.

However, if the other party is really a summoned person who has been blessed by this world, then it shouldn't be a problem to find a messenger through this crystal with the magic of the elves, anyway, even if you can't find Durandal, you will wander over by yourself sooner or later.

And Leo did not disappoint, while picking up this crystal, a message popped up in the background of the right eye, finding a sample, whether to join the navigation.

"Of course it is~"

Look! I'm really the protagonist with the plot.,At this time, if another messenger encounters danger.,It's more perfect to save a scene or something in time.。

Packed up as quickly as possible, set off with the lightly armed team, the location was displayed in the empire, and for the sake of safety, some of the team members were replaced with shotguns, and the shotgun was the strongest king in the world no matter which world the walking corpse was.

"Where's Leo?"

"Teacher? It seems that he said that he was going to find the elf girl."

Egger replied nonchalantly, and only then did he realize that the person he had just asked seemed to be His Highness Fran, and the metal can containing the drink let out a mournful sound.

Fran rushed out without looking back, not knowing where she had gone.

"The teacher won't kill me when he comes back.....

"I know why don't you go!"

Mu Feng kicked over with one foot, and asked Er to hurry up and follow His Highness, they are all the first batch of students of the teacher, how can there be such a big difference?

The airship staggered for a few days, and although the new engines were lighter and could carry more fuel, the speed was reduced to prevent the embarrassment of running out of fuel in the Empire's territory.

"Huh? They accelerated? ”

"Accelerate?"

"It seems that I have given up on scavenging in the wasteland, and the speed is very fast, several times that of before, and it has stopped again?"

Herman sounded a little wrong, according to the teacher's thoughts, this messenger may have picked up the wasteland on a whim, but why did it suddenly speed up again, assuming that she would only slow down with the things she picked up before.

"Teacher, take a look at the map!"

After opening the map and comparing the location of the projection of the Eye of the Ancestors, even Leo understood what was going on, this was definitely being chased, and he was chased into a dead end!

What happens if you burp the elven messenger halfway through? Leo didn't dare to think about it.

"Accelerate! Don't skimp on dyes! Get the engine up and running at full capacity! ”

The steam engine on the airship roared, and the airship made an emergency turn, no longer riding the wind but heading towards the target location on a branch line.

Durandal was like this, after May's strange jet-black holy light energy erupted, the walking corpse could not approach the two of them for the time being, and the black flames were like maggots attached to the bones, which were difficult to extinguish once they were glued.

To Durandal's horror, these walking corpses did not take the initiative to attack after sacrificing a few of them, apparently possessing some kind of low-level consciousness, which was obviously a little different from the brainless guys he encountered at the beginning.

It's been a long time since Maye has summoned this almost cursed power, and the pitch-black wall of fire circles around the two of them, but this method of using it quickly runs out of energy.

"Open a gap, let some in and fight, or when your mana runs out, it will be our death!"

"But..."

"Trust me!"

Durandal, who had been given a chance to breathe, was barely able to stand upright, and thanks to the ancestors, the powerful elf race was such a buggy race, and the recovery was extremely fast.

Maye carefully opened a gap in the wall of fire, and immediately a walking corpse smelled the smell and howled and rushed up, froze for a moment when it crossed the line of fire.

"The weight of the earth!"

The elves are the spirits of nature, and when they express their actions in words and deeds, they are naturally recognized by the wandering elements.

Just as the gravity at the gap instantly increased several times, and without any prior consultation, Maye sent out a flickering flame that wrapped around the walking corpse.

After confirming that the flames were wrapped around the walking corpse, Durandal quickly threw out the wind pressure and flew it into the distance, and the wall of fire slowly closed, and the two took a breath.

The walking corpse entangled in the flames quickly turned into ashes, and there was finally a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the two, this move! Useful!

"Next!"

…..

"Teacher, I found it, it should be right to have cigarettes in front of me"

Take out the binoculars, the long-eared girl is naturally the messenger of the elf clan, but the other person, even if he turns into gray, Leo knows the culprit who bewitched the prince and caused the kidnapping of the king.

"Teacher....Where's the help?"

Herman was also a little entangled, why the envoy of the elven clan and the wanted criminal were mixed together, but Leo took a musket without saying a word and aimed it below, Herman naturally understood and made a few gestures to the other formations.

……

The gathering under the cliff has long been far more than the group of walking corpses in the warehouse, running wildly along the way, and the howls of the walking corpses are all calling for friends.

After killing more than a dozen, the physical strength and magic of the two of them have a tendency to deplete, and the defense of the wall of fire is not as complete as before, a fat walking corpse directly squeezed through the wall of fire with its physique, and even the sound of the grease on his body can be heard.

"Be careful!!"

The two of them were still concentrating on dealing with the other one that they had put in, and they had no strength left to deal with this fat walking corpse, when a sudden sound came from above.

The fat walking corpse's movement stalled, followed by a few more sounds, and several more blood holes appeared on the fat walking corpse's body, falling out of the wall of fire.

After the two of them dealt with the walking corpse in their hands, they looked up at the sky, Leo pretended to blow the green smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and he didn't know if the two people below saw it.

Herman's gestures actually have only one meaning.

"The teacher hits whoever he hits"