The palace of the elves is delicate and magnificent, and the melodious sound of the harp comes from the corners.

Filas sat gracefully on the elven throne of the Western Moon Forest, with a cup of delicious tree sap and a plate full of fruits and vegetables.

Eramos and Butos happily walked into the palace.

By this time, Butos had changed into an elf's clothes. This fine weaving technique and luxurious materials are something that Butos has never enjoyed.

Eramus smiled and saluted Filasr on his seat.

Filas also stood up to return the salute.

"Bang!" suddenly there was a muffled sound on the door beam of the palace.

Filasr looked suspiciously in the direction where the voice came from, and when he saw everything, his handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Erasmus, I never seem to have let your owl drink the 'Elven Spring'. Filas said.

Eramus smiled a little embarrassedly: "Hahaha, this is not my intention, besides, he is now the owl of Butos." ”

Bitrice rubbed his forehead with his wings that had just hit the doorbeam, and then slumped through the gate of the elven palace.

Ferasr gracefully sat back in his chair and asked, "This is no ordinary owl, is it? The 'Fountain of the Spirits' can only make life grow rapidly, not make the body bigger. ”

Iramos sat down with Butos and said with a smile: "Of course, he has half dragon eagle blood, hahaha." ”

"Dragon Eagle?" Ferrasr asked with some disdain, picking up the cup and taking a sip of the sap inside.

"Ah......" Iramós was a little embarrassed, he knew that elves had never liked creatures with many bloodlines: "He also has a little bit of mammoth blood......

When Butos heard the word "mammoth", he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

Filasr only frowned slightly, and then said nothing.

Eramus quietly took Butos' hand and whispered in Butos' ear, "Tilus udoula ka eiy. ”

Butos immediately understood what Eramus meant, and immediately whispered the wonderful incantation.

A fantastical flash of light flashed, and Bitricer disappeared into the elven palace.

Eramos let out a long breath and smiled, "This is the magic that makes the palace bigger. ”

Filas only smiled slightly, "Ilahos, I know why you came, Elves' acumen can often anticipate something great that is about to happen. ”

Eramus slowly leaned his staff to the side: "Then I think the High Elves of the Western Moon Forest must be ready. ”

Filas replied, "We are always guarding what we should be guarding. I'm sure Eramus, who has a lot of experience, knows how to protect what is important. ”

IRAMUS' GAZE SLANTED SLIGHTLY TO HIS STAFF, AND HE SMILED: "AS LONG AS OLD IRAMUS IS ALIVE, THE EVIL ORCS AND MOSIHRZA WILL NOT WANT TO GET IT." ”

Filas smiled with satisfaction: "So this child's mission is to deal with the undead in the present situation?"

Butos couldn't help but clench the black ring when he heard Filasr's words.

"Exactly," Eramus responded, "as long as he can sneak to the Black Swamp and manipulate the ritual, then all the undead will have to return to the Black Swamp." ”

Filasr closed his eyes slightly, then waved his sleeves towards the center of the palace, and sighed slightly: "There is already a battle in the northwest at this time, and we don't have much time to let him go to the Black Marsh. ”

Ilamós was not only taken aback: "There has already been a battle?"

An illusory golden curtain fell from the center of the palace, from which Eramos and Butos could see a battlefield in full swing. The army of the black and crushed undead was frantically attacking a wall, corpses rolling down the walls......

Eramus stood up suddenly: "Rogudan! no...... Not ......"

Filas replied sadly, "Brave human kingdom...... Iron Hoof can't stop the undead at all, and we must act as soon as possible to save them. ”

Eramos picked up the staff, frowned and said, "It will take at least a month to ride a mount from here to the Black Swamp, not to mention that the ice and snow and the tribes in the Northwest Land are extremely difficult to deal with, so it will take about two months to reach the Black Swamp, and by the time it is the Iron Horse Kingdom - Luogudan has already fallen, we must change our plans!"

"But if you want to completely destroy the undead, you must have the ultimate light. ”

"Darkness and sorcery can do the same," a different light flashed in Eramus's eyes.

Ferasr frowned when he heard Eramus's answer, "This is not what an Imperial mage should come up with. ”

Eramos turned around and said to Butos, "Butos, take out the 'Tears of the Shark'. ”

Butos hesitated, knowing that the "Tears of the Shark" had been marked with witchcraft.

"But Iramos, aren't you already ......," Butos asked cautiously as he pulled out the "Tears of the Shark."

Eramus took the azure gem and tapped his staff on the edge of the gem.

The gem suddenly shone with a blue-purple light, and after the light faded, the tiny purple imprint appeared on the "Tears of the Shark" again.

Filasr couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Witchcraft brand!"

Butos asked, "Didn't you erase the brand?"

Eramos said slowly: "I can't erase it, I just cut it off from the outside world." ”

Filas said worriedly: "Erasmus, this is a risky move. We can indeed suck the undead into the brand of witchcraft, but ......"

"But witchcraft is not something we can control. Eramus replied firmly: "We can only do this, and maybe we can finally destroy this brand." The most important thing now is not to let the brave and warlike Iron Knights Kingdom fall. We have no choice but to save lives. ”

Filas sighed, "It's your decision, Eramus. ”

Eramus gripped his staff and said to Butos, "Butos, we must leave at once. ”

Filas is still worried: "Why don't humans know what to choose? ”

Eramus replied solemnly in his old voice, "It's a kindred, Filasr. It's not a trade-off. ”

Ignoring Erasmus, Feras said to Butos: "If everything is irreparable, don't forget what you have." ”

Butos took Filasr's words to heart, though he had not yet understood what the noble elven king was trying to say.

Eramus tapped his staff on the floor of the palace, and a high-pitched eagle chirp echoed outside the palace.

"Goodbye," Eramus said back to Filasr, "my old friend." ”

Filas sighed lightly and responded, "We all have our own missions, goodbye, old friend." ”

Eramos walked out of the palace with most of Butos with him.

Filasr returned to his throne gloomily and whispered to himself, "Ycsi lfu'o Nulusi' xiier."