The buzz sounded suddenly, and this time it was the real flat wind, and an almost visible earth elemental bullet burst into flames, mercilessly hitting his knife-holding arm before the thief's sharp dagger slashed through the elven passerby's throat, and the magic fist hit so accurately that even Green himself was taken aback.

“！”

The dagger fell with a thud, and the fierce-eyed guy was no longer as sharp as before, and fell to the ground with a muffled snort. His arm was unnaturally tilted to the other side, and his face showed great pain, apparently broken by Green's blow. The elven passerby lunged at the thief, but it was already habitual thinking, and he was looking back at Grimm, and his face was full of surprise.

"Ouch!"

The distracted elf tasted the consequences - the thief jumped up suddenly, slammed his shoulder into the elf's abdomen, no longer intending to "kill the gods and Buddhas", and took advantage of the pain of the elven passers-by, turned to another block and ran away.

"Damn it......"

Green gasped and watched as the thieves slipped past him, staring at his back and moving away, but there was nothing he could do. Fus is the meaning of power in the golden text, and Ele represents the elements, which together are the original name of [Elemental Impact], but when chanting, the normal word order should be Ele-fus, the situation is urgent, Green does not have time to usually launch magic, so he can only use the reverse chanting order with experience, which increases the speed of spellcasting, and the price is this exhausting look, sweating profusely as if he has just been fished out of the water. As for the last swear word, it was nothing more than Green's displeasure at the thief wasting a small crystal of his, and he was strongly dissatisfied.

This qiē happened so quickly that the people on the side of the road didn't even come back to their senses, and some of the people who wanted to help were also shocked by Green's powerful magic, and they saw that the thief with clever hands and feet was about to run out of everyone's sight.

“A－ru－apa！”

The clear female voice sounded calmly beside Green.

The next moment, countless dry vines on the ground seemed to suddenly sprout spring, and they rushed up along the thief's legs, tying him up inside and out, and seemed to be immobile.

Bang Bang -

But in the next second, the thief had already struggled out of a calf, and the vines that were tied were too simply broken directly, but this still surprised Green, through the Guò system vision, he was able to roughly assess his E-level strength, but the other party is a thief, agility is already a necessary attribute, so can't it be that all the remaining attribute points of this guy are accumulated in strength?

The elven passers-by hurriedly rushed forward, hoping to make up for the mistakes they had made carelessly.

The thief became more anxious, struggling more violently, and seeing that the restraints on his body were about to dissipate, a small light elemental projectile that was much better than a magic fist suddenly shot out and slammed into the thief's back.

The elven passers-by arrived at this moment and pounced on the stumbling thief, pinning him to the ground.

There was silence in the streets.

"Good!!" "Well done!" "You're all heroes, Deadwood City thank you!"

Half a second later, the cheers erupted. In this city of friendship, this kind of vicious incident is rare, and the three of them work together to win the respect of everyone, especially when they look away from the woman at the end.

"What a beautiful elf!" "Huh? Is that a human hairstyle? "Stupid, that's a druid! Luna, you should have seen it for a long time! ”

People turned into whispers, and seemed to pay special attention to the woman who had a trick to get rid of the thief.

"Thank you, thank you for ......"

The robbed human woman ran over and thanked the three of them in turn. Although the decisive blow was the plant entanglement, the sudden yellow impact of Grina was also obvious to all.

"You're welcome."

Green was tired of leaning on his knees and waving at the woman, and the little fox also looked like a wist, quietly burrowing into Green's collar. was angry, but the nice female voice beside him explained for him, "This young man is overdrawn and can't speak for the time being, but I think he thinks so too." ”

Nima, who are you, even if you are brave and brave, you have to let me express myself!?

Green rolled his eyes and looked up to see what kind of self-righteous woman this was, but he was stunned when his gaze flickered.

I don't know when, an elven woman wearing a green velvet cloak, a white pleated skirt that showed off her strong thighs, and long wavy golden hair shining like a waterfall, stood behind him.

The woman is very beautiful, about thirty years old, even among the elves with excellent appearance, she can be regarded as outstanding. Green noticed that above her sexy white knee-high boots was a short sword of extremely rustic shape—the forged product of the First Elves, less than a hundred of them had been made, but most of them had been plundered by the angry lords of Orver at the end of the Archean period, and the rest was almost gone.

And this is undoubtedly one of them.

But this doesn't mean anything, the item can be inherited after all, and it is difficult to guarantee that this is a family inheritance, which does not necessarily represent her strength.

What really made Green's throat roll, but the strange emotions in his heart seemed to be blocked, but it was the beautiful but familiar face, and the strange throbbing from the soul.

"Thank you for your help, Mistress Jenny."

The guards soon arrived and retrieved the belongings for the human woman, and the elven passerby handed over the thieves, and walked back with the intention of asking Green, but saw the quiet beauty beside him, and hurriedly bowed to her.

"I am glad at your righteous deeds, and I should thank you for the people of this city."

Saying this, the elf beauty bent her crescent-like eyes and showed a beautiful smile, which stunned the elf passerby.

"My dear people, what's your name?"

"Ai, Acelon, Lord Jenny."

"Thank you, Ashlon," she turned to Grimm again, trying to thank the young human mage, "and what about you, human boy in a foreign land?" But when she turned her head and looked at the stunned young man, the smile on her face froze for a moment.

"Luna is on top!"

She exclaimed, her voice almost like a scream, and she hurriedly covered her mouth, but she looked excited but incredulous.

"Little Green!"

In the dim underground world, in front of the connecting tunnels connecting the surface continents, the faintly exposed starry light reflected these gray-robed men. They were of all shapes, but most of them were holding staff of different sizes, and only a few of them stood empty-handed, and they seemed to be in a good position.

Obviously, they're not ugly Nigon creatures.

"Report to your lord, this is the only tunnel in the route that the mercenary team has traveled that leads to the land."

The gray-robed man who walked in front spun four rings, but said respectfully to the burly bald head behind him.

"Are you sure the minotaur isn't lying?" The bald head was the one who had explored the harpy witch's dwelling before, but there was no wilted old man beside him. He stared at the tunnel, seemingly just asking questions, but God knows what kind of spell a mage would silently perform in his head, "This is Nigon, everything is empty, everything is allowed." ”

"Exactly, my lord, so I went to the mercenary guild to check their work records, and the truth is exactly what he said." The Four-Ring Mage immediately reassured, "I've tried dealing with them, those two cowmen aren't creatures of the Chaos genus, and the conversation is fairly smooth, I don't think they have any reason to deceive us." ”

The bald head snorted, his face showing a little disdain, "What do you think?" No, I don't need you to think - all the Grey Cult needs is the truth! Hmph, if it weren't for your troubles, you should have arrested that minotaur and searched for memories directly! That's the only way to guarantee authenticity. I know what you're going to say, there are so many lords in Nigon, and it's not uncommon for one or two to die suddenly. ”

The mages around him were suddenly silent, and they didn't dare to say more.

"There's a message from the Harpy Hunting Team," whispered the cronies beside the bald head, "they've killed the Harpy and searched the Bird Pavilion thoroughly, but they didn't find the blueprint. ”

The bald head frowned, pondered for a moment, and his gaze fell to the entrance of the tunnel, "...... If it is according to the gentleman's intentions, then there is only one possibility left. ”

With a wave of his big hand, the ring inlaid with gems on the bald index finger shone slightly, and the mages on the side all showed envious eyes. He moved his fingers, spilling out a screech of elemental elements that looked like stars.

"Huh?" His face changed slightly, "There is a remnant of the dragon's breath here," but then he was relieved, "It seems to be just a young dragon, so you should ignore it." ”

After the detection was over, the bald head nodded to the people behind him, "The humans who left are indeed here, everyone, the sea of haze is waiting for us." ”

Several gray-robed humans, at the bald man's command, responded in a low voice.

"Knowledge is power—"

"Power is freedom—"