The howling wind cut his face like a sharp knife, and this was the first time that Acoste embodied the feeling of flying at high altitude and extreme speed, so the half-elf sword master looked very uncomfortable.

Most fighters can't experience what it's like to fly, even for legendary fighters......

Mavi glanced indifferently at Yacoste, who was holding him in his arms, and his flying speed inadvertently slowed down a lot.

However, the three men in the sky walked in a straight line, and even if the watchmen slowed down, it didn't take long for them to fly above the Dagger Falls, a large white castle standing in the middle of the city, and it was definitely Randall, the ruler of Dagger Valley. Morn's residence.

However, the three of them encountered a little trouble when they landed, and two elven rangers stationed on the watchtower spotted the three people flying in the dark, and they immediately sounded the alarm bell around them, and the harsh sound resounded throughout the castle, and in less than a moment, many heavily armed soldiers and high-ranking professionals filled the open space in the garden in front of the castle.

Dozens of rangers climbed onto various rooftops, holding hard bows and sharp arrows aimed at several people, and a few conspicuous spell lights lit up from the windows of the castle, and Acoste had no choice but to wave his hand, signaling Mavi and Doris to follow him to land.

In fact, he didn't think that a few of his people could quietly break into Randall's bedroom and return to each other privately, after all, Dagger Valley is a land not much smaller than the Cormier Kingdom, how can the lord's castle above not have high-level professionals in charge?

"Relax, man, we're here with no ill intent. Just wanted to meet the master of Dagger Valley, Grand Lord Randall! Acoste held his hands high to signal that they had no dangerous intentions. He then took out the badge of the Righteous Priesthood.

"Don't you believe in Losanda here? I'm a nobleman from the Temple of Justice of Tyr, a god of order, goodness, and powerful divine powers, hey. Buddy relax, everyone is their own people, their own people. The half-elf swordmaster said as he threw his noble medal to a warrior, and the holy light of justice emanated softly from the medal, dispelling many of the guards' hostility at once......

"Then why do you want to see me, friend from afar!" Just when a group of guards didn't know what to do with the three of them, a loud voice sounded from the gate of the castle, and after hearing this voice, all the guards immediately divided into two rows and stood straight with solemn expressions.

One was dressed in silver-white armor. The young man with two hideous two-headed lions carved on his shoulders stood at the gate of the castle, his own strength was not strong, and he felt that he was only a mid-level warrior, but from him he exuded an aura that could not be underestimated, as if he was a natural protagonist, and he could be recognized at a glance wherever he went......

"You must be the ruler of Dagger Valley, the great leader Randall. Morn. Acoste first owed a debt to the lord, and slapped the other party's ass without a trace, this trick was obviously very effective. Randal nodded slightly, looking very useful.

"Honorable Lord, we are here to tell you about an impending disaster." The half-elf sword master saw that he was hot enough, and immediately took over the topic. "A group of dark elves who have been plotting for a long time are coming here from the Dark Regions. Their target is the innocent civilians in Dagger Falls! “

As Acoste finished speaking, the already quiet scene had an eerie atmosphere.

"Hahahahaha, what did he say. He said that there were dark elves who were going to attack Dagger Valley, and he laughed at me. Did he come to joke with us on purpose? A barbarian warrior of five years and three coarse said to his colleague, but his colleague had a different opinion from him.

"Nope. Perhaps this poor creature has been brainwashed by some powerful mage and instilled with false fragments of memory. “

"I feel like this freshly weaned half-elf is frightened by wild beasts in the wild!"

"They could also be vampires or spies sent by the Santarin Society, who came to spread rumors."

"Don't be funny, there are such thin bamboo poles among the Santarin Society and vampires? I think the two behind him are good, and they must be very tasteful in bed! “

"Hahahahaha! …“

Laughter and ridicule abounded, and as the leader of these guards, Randal . Morn didn't stop them, but put his hands around his chest and watched as if he were watching the excitement.

The Half-Elf Sword Saint was not surprised by this scene at all, these Dagger Valley people were so dependent on their thick walls and weapons in their hands, and they didn't care about anything, which was the most crucial reason why they were often caught by others and defeated and enslaved!

Suddenly, all the noise came to an abrupt end, and the guards who had been laughing out loud lost their cries like roosters choked by the neck, and they looked at Acoste as if they were facing a great enemy, and one by one raised their weapons in a defensive posture.

The guards around the Half-Elf Swordmaster fell to the ground weakly, and they ran backwards with a roll, just like Acoste was an ancient beast that had broken through the seal.

There was no other reason for this phenomenon, the half-elf sword saint was serious, he still didn't speak, just squinted his eyes and increased his concentration a little, and a momentum like a sword out of the sheath pressed majestically against those guards.

The eyes of each of them were full of disbelief and doubt, this half-elf who seemed to be weak could have such a terrifying aura, if he moved at that time, there might not be many people present who could stop each other in a short time.

"Why don't you believe me?" Of course, it was impossible for Acoste to do it, and according to his character, he would not have come here at all, but for the sake of Maiji's belief, Acoste decided that it would be better to rescue it again.

"Where are the dark elves here, there has been no trace of them since the establishment of Dagger Valley, and even if they are dark elves, what about them? With its thick walls, well-equipped guards, and powerful iron cavalry, we in Dagger Valley would not dare to invade us! In the end, we haven't met them, let alone have any hatred, and what reason do they have to attack our formidable enemy? Morn yelled hysterically at the half-elven swordmaster in order to resist Acoste's momentum, sweat running down his face and soaking his shirt under armor, but the high lord never fell.

"You must be assassins sent by the Santarin Society or vampires to deal with me, don't think that you are strong enough to do whatever you want with me, I will make you pay!" Randall. Morn put his hand into his arms, as if he was going to take out some powerful prop, but at this time, the lord of Dagger Valley was suddenly stunned, because Acoste actually lost his momentum silently, and walked outside without looking back.

Now his understanding of the people of Dagger Valley has one more thing after arrogance and arrogance, that is, there is delusional persecution...... (To be continued.) )