"Metisa. {}" Brando gestured to the silver elf girl beside him.

The princess of the Hayalan Empire held up the silver helmet with wings with both hands, put it on steadily, turned on her horse, put down the face shield covering the upper half of her face with one hand, and replied crisply: "In-!" Her snow-white chainmail gloves clenched the silver prismatic spear, the tip of which reached into the sky. The pale cherry-colored lips of the little face exposed under the mask tightened—the girl's momentum became solemn in an instant.

The unicorn stamped its steps, and it was also fully armored. Elves' silver chain mail is intricate and intricately crafted, but incredibly resistant to slashing and piercing damage. Outside, a layer of snow-white battle robes was draped, and the national emblem of the lily of the Elven Empire was painted on the robe. The same is true of Metisa, dressed in snow white, with silver armor shining brightly under her robes, so much so that people think that the Holy White Knight of the myth has stepped down from the picture scroll and completed the transformation from fantasy to reality in front of everyone's eyes.

"Let's go!"

The girl nodded, and the unicorn began to speed up as she sat down, and a man rode all the way trotting, bypassing the broken wall, and appearing on an open avenue. This is the path that the silver elves used in a bygone era to complete the rituals - to let the noble priests carry the elven monks and carry the holy relics of the elven goddess Saya. Hundreds of years have passed in a flash, although now the grass has overflowed the white marble that used to pave the road, and history seems to be silently precipitated in this relic that cannot make any sound or language to describe the past experience, but the maiden knight swept over the road, as if the elven festival cavalry of the year had passed through this avenue again, conveying the will of the goddess in a strict and deep voice.

Silver Elf!

Conrad's eyes, far behind the lizardmen, narrowed, and he turned around and grabbed Yukhkir by the collar, roaring, "You bastard, what have you done!" That's the Silver Elf! The Silver Elves of Hayalan! How did you mess them off! ”

Yukhkir was also taken aback. He had been planning to attack the Silver Elves' King's Graveyard here for several years, and at first he was cautious, fearing that the legendary elves who dared to sing hymns and charge the hundreds of thousands of people of the Dark Legion would one day come to his door, but as the days went by, nothing happened. The hidden silver elves seem to have kept their promise and never appear on the continent again. What's more, the lizardman leader wondered if this proud race had become extinct for some unknown reason.

The so-called Great Escape is probably nothing more than a lie.

But just as it was relieved, it grew bolder day by day, and it got closer and closer to the tomb of the elven king day by day. The silver elf finally appeared again, although Yukhkil's eyesight was not as good as Conrad, who had gold-level strength, but the white armor and silver armor, as well as the artistic battle skirt armor leaf, were so beautiful that they were like a handicraft, and the entire Vaund Continent could not find such a flamboyant warrior except for the silver elf.

It gasped, and then Conrad grabbed it by the collar and shouted, "Donald, young man—look at that feud over there!" ”

Conrad turned around-

When he turned around, he happened to see Brando and Akane appear left and right, and they separated behind the elven knight, as if two flames, one silver and one red, had bloomed. The two flames parted and paused for a moment, then shot into the battlefield in a blink of an eye, almost too fast to catch - and by the time Conrad locked onto them again, a silver sword and a crimson spear had already lifted the heads of two flying lizardmen. "Damn" Conrad left Yukhkill, his eyes were so vicious, he could see at a glance that Medisa and Akane were better than him, and that young man, although he was only a silver order, was not a guy to mess with. Although he didn't know where these powerful enemies came from, but the girl with red hair and burning eyes and a ponytail he recognized Yiyi was killed by his own hands that night, although the dark priest later forcibly revived her with the blood of the gods, but shouldn't this woman become a divine envoy?

But at this moment, Conrad exhaled a breath and fell silent. At least he had determined that the Black Fire Sect priest who had more than enough success and more than enough defeat was probably more than lucky, and only uncertain things were worth fearing.

"I'll take care of it over there, you'd better take your lair back before I fix the problem." He glanced coldly at Yukhkir beside him, then took off a pair of dark and heavy steel gloves and put on the mouth of the lizardman bandit leader on the side and did not dare to respond, it knew that Conrad was on the verge of anger at this time, and if he was not careful, he might really kill him, it usually dared to confront the opponent, and it was not willing to touch the head at this time.

However, when Conrad turned around and wanted to leave, he stammered and asked, "What about the silver elf?" ”

"Handle it yourself."

Conrad snorted coldly without looking back, if the silver elf was really provoked by this brainless lizard, he didn't need to wade into this troubled water. Although the Shepherds, as a large organization, are not necessarily afraid of the Silver Elf Empire Hayalan, not to mention that the other party is still a race that has been hidden for so long and has long been forgotten. But after all, it is the legend that mentions those holy warriors, and no one wants to touch their moldy heads.

This stupid lizard is just a guy who can be abandoned at any time. In fact, he was more worried about how to explain a low-ranking Dark Priest than Yukhkir's troubles. Sacrifice, the thing. Compared to these brainless reptiles, Black Fire** has a much higher status among the shepherds, and although their leader, the cup lord Mayad, is only one of the twelve patriarchs, he is also one of the four giants, and his power is extraordinary.

The deaths of those dozens of high-ranking ** can still be covered - after all, this time the operation is not small, and the mission even involves a grand duke of the kingdom. But the loss of a lower-level dark priest has not been seen in the organization for at least ten years, and Conrad has a headache when he thinks about it.

He looked up, his cold gaze locked on Brando, Metisa, and Akane. In his opinion, the only way to do this is to find the Duke of Lune's heir first.

"Get these lizardmen out of the way of the central battlefield!" Brando slashed down an oncoming lizardman warrior with a sword, then turned back and shouted to Akane beside him. The red-haired girl nodded, her fiery ponytail flicked around, and the halberd in her hand swept backwards with a bow-shaped lightning 'zla'. The lizardmen immediately retreated, a little slower to dodge! Some of them immediately turned to charcoal, and then exploded into ashes.

"Well done!" The young man praised without hesitation.

Although the lizardmen are only about level 20, they can't stand the large number, and he himself plus Namenes has a total of twenty-one silver intermediate elven guards, and then there are seventeen mercenaries in the middle and upper reaches of black iron, but there are five or six hundred lizardmen here, not counting Conrad's more than a hundred dark mercenaries. Therefore, he must try his best to reduce the offensive side of the lizardmen, infinitely reduce the opponent's numerical advantage, and increase his own advantage in personal strength.

The method is very simple, one by one, he, Metisa, and Akane firmly guard the center of this battlefield.

But Brando didn't expect that before he could explain his thoughts, the red-haired girl seemed to have a heart and soul with him, and she already understood what he meant. This kind of tactical vision is not like that cultivated by a mercenary group. However, his compliment made Akane look back at him suspiciously, "Why did you praise me?" The red-haired girl asked, "Do you want to please me?" ”

"Whew—well done, do you need another reason?"

Brando grabbed a lizardman's spear and slashed it with a backhand. Then he gasped and replied.

"Whatever you want." Akane glanced at him, then turned back. She used to fight for the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment, she has no relatives, and everyone in the group is her relatives. She wants to protect her home, but now that her home is gone, all that remains is hatred. She has always liked to do more and talk less, and she is a somewhat taciturn girl. She only knew that she deserved to do this, and praised it, as if she had never done it.

Because everyone's eyes are on Eco, whether it's the head of the regiment or the others. Even she was the same.

But Brando's thinking is different from hers, and he doesn't like to think about things that are too complicated. He only knew that Akane now had gold-level strength, and the gray wolf mercenary group that she used to be able to stand on no longer existed, since there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, it would be a fool not to take the opportunity to draw the other party into his camp. He has his own bottom line in some things, but he is not a pedantic person.

And coincidentally, his subordinates Akane, Medisa, and even himself all mastered the means of long-range attacks before the civilization element, so although the three of them are the strength of silver, gold, and gold, the combined lethality on the battlefield is terrifying. Akane is okay, all the skills are resonated with the elements of the thunder spear, and going back and forth is actually a thunder arrow slash. As an elven princess, Medisa would have only practiced the basic swordsmanship of the Elven Holy Land before she became an adult, but after being transformed into a ghost knight, she learned to charge, the spirit spear and the strike of a thousand troops, which is simply a mobile human cannon. He himself is even more perverted, although he is only at the beginning of the silver rank, but the combat skills in his hands are estimated to make anyone vomit blood when they see it - charge, power explosion, white crow swordsmanship, head-on breakthrough, that is not the dream skill of the warrior profession?

Not to mention the conflict aura attached to the badge, as well as the fireball technique of the Wind Bomb and Fire Ring that comes with the Wind Queen Ring, at his level, Brando couldn't imagine that there was a stronger treatment. After all, no matter how good the equipment is, there is still a limit to will, and he thinks that those RMB fighters back then were just like that.

With such three people on the field, the combat effectiveness of one's own side can be increased by a thousand times. What's more, the most fortunate thing is that whether it is Medisa or Akane, although the strength is strong, in fact, they are just little girls who are not deeply involved in the world.

And Brando, in order to form a group, went around pulling those famous players, and he had already trained a 270074221282 three-inch tongue to trick the two little girls, no! It should be said that winning over his own camp is a simple matter for him.

But compared to this, what makes him even more puzzled now is that he has already put on a posture here, and his tactical intentions have been clear, why is that Conrad still reluctant to appear? You must know that at this time, the lizard army has been forced to the sides by the three of them, so that with the strong personal strength of the silver elves, they can completely defend the narrow openings on both sides, and even replace them with mercenaries in turn, maintaining their bodies.

The other party should not fail to see through this.

But what's going on?

He raised his head and looked around, wondering to himself if the other party had already found out that he was not Eco and gave up. Or is there some other conspiracy? However, the question was quickly answered, and just as he and Akane were fighting off the fifth wave of attacking lizardmen, they suddenly heard Medissa shouting to them on the left flank: "Little, heart! ”

A strong wind came from behind the side.

Hell, the enemy is underground!

PS: Continuous outbreaks, tired and half dead, the stamina is a little lacking In order to thank everyone for their support, the only way to work hard is to code words.

The Prophecy Emperor once or twice is a joke, every day