Yaling, according to legend, is the true master of the fairy Fertile Field, which is filled with strange thin light. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

They like to build their kingdom on the dividing line between the fairy wilderness and the mortal realm. Whether it's secluded valleys or deep inaccessible ancient forests, these natural wonders are the places they want to build their own magnificent cities and buildings.

Because of this, some of the realms of Yaling appear in the mortal realm after sunset, and do not disappear into the fairy wilderness until dawn.

The arcane energy flowing in the fairy fertile fields is as abundant as water, and the creatures that inhabit it possess more or less bizarre abilities.

The remnant leaf of the Yaling is a fragment that remembers the arcane energy of a Yaling. Through various means, they wander to the mortal realm, waiting to be discovered by those who are destined to find them.

"How do you know? Don't tell me it's Master Elohim who told you again. Hearing Moria mention the remnants of the Yaling, Lancet asked in some surprise.

"I read it from a book." The female mage explained indifferently, "I have read almost all the books on demons and spells in the Obelisk Library. ”

"Worthy of being the chief apprentice." Lanster sincerely praised those boring and obscure ancient books to read for more than ten years, and it is absolutely impossible to persist until now without considerable patience and tenacity.

"Tell me, what the hell do you know?" He thought about it for a moment and decided to listen to the secret that Moria had to say.

"A temple of Yaling, though it has long been dilapidated, has not been opened." The female mage said word by word.

"Where?" Ranster raised an eyebrow when he heard this, intrigued by the female mage's words.

Remnants of the Spirits are not a rare item in the game, but they are hidden in temples, temples, or other secret rooms, and their rarity value is definitely not comparable to the remnants of the leaves in circulation in the general market.

"What I just proposed......" Moriah paused, looking at Lancet meaningfully.

The witcher shook his head helplessly, he really didn't expect the other party to hold out to such an extent. Being in the company of a witcher meant having to face danger and even death all the time, and he was sure that the female mage would not be unaware of this.

"Is it worth it?" Lanster looked back at her and sighed.

Moria didn't answer, just nodded heavily, a look of determination between her eyebrows.

The witcher took a deep look at the mage and turned back to her half-sideways.

Then Moria heard a voice coming from his mouth.

"Everything is under my command, is there a problem?"

The female mage shook her head vigorously before realizing that the other party could not see it at all.

"No problem." She took a deep breath to calm her excitement, trying to keep her voice from sounding so hurried, "Everything is up to you." ”

Lancet felt the slightly rapid breathing and heartbeat of the female mage behind him, and couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.

finally escaped from the obelisk, and now he is on the wanted list of the Freedom Council, and he is the first person in history.

"I'm sorry." The female mage apparently thought about what kind of trouble she would cause to Ranster by doing so, and apologized a little embarrassed for a moment.

"I'd better wait until we get out." The witcher said lightly. From the moment he saw it, he already felt the unusual atmosphere around him, and the silence was a little weird.

It seems that the guys of Iron Wolf have already started to act. Their target must be the female mage behind them, and if they can't protect her, everything they said before will be in vain.

Thankfully, Lanster knew they needed a female mage alive.

Wait, alive?

A brilliant plan to kill two birds with one stone took shape in his mind almost instantly, and a smile appeared on the witcher's otherwise grim face.

……

The team slowly walked through the Starwood Forest, and the originally dazzling sunlight was completely cut off, unable to penetrate the thick and lush canopy on the top of the forest, and the forest appeared dim.

It's a great place for an ambush.

Lancet thought as he kept an eye on his surroundings. For half-elves, who are born with dim vision, there is no real difference between this and daytime.

The witcher looked behind him and saw that he could no longer find the Iron Wolf boss and the "gray squirrel" Sock.

It seems that the opponent's attack will come at any time.

"Hold on to me." Randster said behind him, and the mage hugged his waist without hesitation.

"Are you sure you don't want to warn the knights of Makana?" Lancet's ears rang with Moria's soft voice, with the sweet smell of blue flowers.

"There's no need, these small characters are not opponents of the army yet." He turned his head sideways, staring at the female mage who was close at hand, with a mysterious smile.

"Next, the time has come for us to 'disappear.'"

Before the words fell, a burst of "whoosh" sound was accompanied by an overwhelming array of arrows from the depths of the forest, and the flaming arrows shot at the trees and the road, instantly causing a sea of fire.

"A strong bow and arrow with fire oil, it seems that the other party is really willing to pay for it." Lancet chuckled and teased.

The sea of fire directly surrounded everyone, and under the thick smoke could only be heard the neighing of frightened horses, the coughing of people, and the shouts and curses.

"Isn't it time for us to get out of here?" The female mage raised her voice and asked, the screams of people were gradually heard around her, and it seemed that someone had been killed by the ambushed Iron Wolf mercenaries.

"Not yet." Lanster said calmly. Even though the flames and smoke covered almost the entire area, the witcher's powerful senses allowed him to clearly distinguish the every move of almost everyone on the battlefield.

Directly in front of the Templars, there were many louder shouts than the sound of blades intersecting, indicating that the mercenaries were only trying to limit each other's movements, and did not want to clash with Makana's regular army.

On the other hand, on the adventurer's side, screams were heard almost all the time, and it was obvious that the other side had concentrated the main forces on this side.

The sound of the blades in the back and on the left is getting denser and denser, and it should be the main direction of the opponent's attack. Right...... Could it be a trap?

The witcher frowned, a little embarrassed. If there is really an ambush on the right, it is estimated that you will be shot as a hedgehog if you go out.

Just as Ranster was in a dilemma, a fast horse galloped away with a rider to the right. He watched as the other party rushed out of the flames, and with the sound of a few bows and arrows, he completely stopped moving.

Sure enough, it's a trap.

He pursed his lips, his gaze quickly swept around the smoke, and he quickly found his target.