Gawain was a little surprised at the moment, but because he had found some clues before, he didn't have too many surprises in his heart.

He just looked at the blonde elf male in the distance who looked wary of him, and some memories related to the other party came to his mind - it was from seven hundred years ago, from the memories of Gawain Cecil, he clearly knew what the origin of this elf was, and also knew how this elf accepted the employment of humans as a freedom warrior, and became a subordinate of Gawain Cecil in the mixed legion for a time, although these memories were not his own, but after nearly a year of integration and adaptation, after extracting Gawain Cecil. Cecil remembered that he was already adept at placing himself in it.

Even Gawain Cecil's relatives and friends would not have seen the discord in his reaction, let alone the elf named Thorderlin.

But even so, Thorderlin still did not have the slightest intention of putting down his weapon, he clenched the short bow in his hand, and his eyes quickly swept over the surrounding Cecil combat soldiers, he could feel that these people were just ordinary people who did not have much magic in their bodies, but the equipment on these people had a strange, automatic magic reaction, he had never seen this type of soldier, whether it was a human or elven army, there was no corresponding class, but he guessed that the missing army was wiped out by these soldiers.

The Elven Ranger's reaction was expected by Gawain, who laughed: "Although it will be embarrassing to be in this situation again, I am still glad to see an acquaintance from seven hundred years ago appear in front of my eyes - Thorderlin, the man with you lays down his weapons, we don't need to make things end badly." ”

Sölderlin frowned, he knew the strength of Gawain Cecil, if the one opposite was really genuine, then even if there were no strange soldiers around, it would be impossible for the team he led to leave here, but surrender also has the knowledge of surrender, he was silent for a moment, and slightly let the bowstring in his hand relax a little imperceptible to the naked eye: "Will you let these soldiers go?" ”

"They're Typhon's soldiers, and I know how times have changed, so there's no way I'm going to let them go," Gawain noticed the change in Thorderlin's bowstring, so he said lightly, "Under normal circumstances, I would have dealt with them all without leaving any hidden dangers, but since you are here, I can guarantee that they will stay alive as long as you are willing to cooperate." ”

Gawain was sure that after his words fell, the Typhon soldiers who clenched their weapons all relaxed their muscles to varying degrees - no one wanted to die, not even these soldiers who were extremely loyal to Typhon's empire, they were not stupid, and naturally knew that there would be no point in rebelling in such a situation, and it was only fitting that Tölderlin's favor would give them a step to surrender - and it was also a step for Tölderlin.

The Elven Ranger exhaled, although he knew that if it was the Gawain Cecil in his memory, the other party would understand what he meant, but it was only then that he really relaxed, but before putting away his weapon, he couldn't help but question one last time: "I still can't believe you're real - how do you prove that you're the real Gawain Cecil?" ”

Before Gawain could speak, Hetty, who was standing next to him, couldn't help it: "How can you question the identity of the ancestor again and again?!" ”

Gawain raised his hand to calm Hetty, and then looked at Sölderling with a smirk: "Are you sure you want me to prove myself?" ”

Thorderling looked at Gawain quietly, his expression not changing.

"Well, that's what you mean," Gawain said, "I know the real reason why you 'never exert more than seventy percent of your power', and I know that this is the original reason for you to leave the Silver Empire and travel around the continent, and you went to the Grand Wizard Baldiga for that reason, and that Great Wizard is good at ......"

"Well, you don't need to say it," Thorderling loosened his bowstring and waved his hand to order the soldiers behind him to disarm, "I believe you are the real Gawain Cecil - I am willing to be at your disposal, and I am sure that you will keep your promise to ensure the safety of these soldiers I have brought." ”

One by one, Typhon's soldiers disarmed, and the feeling of surrendering without a fight was a real annoyance to the elites, especially the three knights, who were even more angry, but reason forced them to accept the fact that it was the best outcome.

The resurrected Gawain Cecil turned out to be real, and he was standing a hundred meters away from them, and in this situation, they even had to rejoice that their commander was an old acquaintance of the enemy, which at least saved their lives.

And on the other side, Gawain couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - after knowing the existence of Sölderlin, he hoped to solve the problem without blood, he knew the strength of this elven ranger, a high-level ranger, even if it was limited to his own talent and could not break through to the legend, its combat effectiveness was quite terrifying, Gawain's current strength may still be able to deal with Thorderlin, but he may not have the strength to protect others in the battle, once Cecil combat corps and this Typhon elite fight, damage will be inevitable.

It's one thing to have unavoidable casualties on the battlefield, it's another thing to have such avoidable casualties.

Captives were confiscated and their hands tied, and transcendents such as mages and knights were given an extra layer of rope made of magical silk thread just in case, but Thorderling avoided this treatment - ordinary ropes and shackles could not control a high-ranking ranger anyway, and it was safer to have Gawain personally in the team than any means.

Before being taken away, Sölderling took one last curious look at the still-busy open excavation, which he still couldn't figure out what was being dug in the place.

On the way back to Cecil's territory, Amber (paddling the whole way) had been looking at Thorderlin curiously, this reckless-looking half-elf stared at the high-ranking ranger uncomfortably, Sölderlin couldn't help but frown: "Is there a problem?" ”

Amber cautiously glanced at Gawain and Hetty not far away, and muttered to Sölderling in a low voice: "I'm just curious, are you a friend of the old zongzi back then?" ”

Sölderlin was stunned by this inexplicable coined word: "What does old zongzi mean?" ”

"It's Gawain," Amber said with a big grin, "he told me that the ghoul who came out of the coffin was the old dumpling—but he taught me this, and he wouldn't let me say that about him......"

Before Amber finished speaking, he felt a quick knock on his head, and Gawain's voice came from the side: "Do you think I can't hear it if I keep my voice down?" ”

"Old Zongzi, why don't you make a sound when you walk...... Oh mom hurts! ”

Thorderling watched in amazement as Gawain tapped on Amber's head, and suddenly felt as if he had seen the Gawain Cecil he had just met in the Gondor Wasteland - Gawain Cecil at that time was just as smug and graceless, and could quickly blend in with anyone in the team, whether it was a human or a mercenary of another race, although Gawain was not in the habit of knocking on other people's skulls at that time, but this kind of free and easy appearance was indeed very similar.

It's just that in the second half of his memory, after Ansu Liguo and Gawain Cecil became the Duke of the South, this freedom gradually disappeared, and the heavy responsibility and a certain pressure made this legendary knight who rose on the road to the north more and more serious and unsmiling, and in Sölderlin's last memories of Gawain Cecil, he couldn't remember that the other party had such a relaxed and cheerful appearance.

Lying in a coffin for seven hundred years, but lying back to twenty-five? Or has it been through life and death and seen through something?

Sölderling is more convinced of the latter.

A person who has become a legend, has shaped great deeds, and has experienced a round of life and death, there is no need to pretend to be deep.

His speculation stumbled into the truth by mistake, and Gawain's carefree mentality did stem from his life and death and incredible experiences, but the years he experienced were far beyond the imagination of the elven rangers......

After returning to the territory, Gawain directly handed over the captives to Knight Philip, who was waiting in the barracks, and he decided to temporarily detain these people, and send them to the mines to mine or send them to the North Shore construction site to build infrastructure - and after the spring of next year, they can also be allowed to go to the North Shore to open up wasteland, anyway, there is work everywhere in the territory now, and the territory has developed to this day, and he is not afraid of what chaos these people will make.

The mercenary mage who was caught before was "educated" and sent to the machine factory, and he was used as an assistant to Nicholas Egg - the forbidden demon field of the egg is simply an inextricable killer for mages below the middle level, and the mercenary mage is now very honest, and he also received the first month's excellent production bonus.

As for Sölderlin, he was taken directly to the Lord's Mansion by Gawain.

If you want to get information, you still have to start with this "old acquaintance".

Sölderling walked into Gawain's "castle", and the moment he entered the hall, a warm breath came to his face, and the cold wind of the cold winter season outside was completely cut off, and the warmth inside this not very tall and magnificent "castle" made Sölderlin feel incredible.

The environment here makes him feel very comfortable.

The Silver Elves are a species that lives in the tropical regions of the southern part of the continent, and although the entire Silver Empire does not fall into the heat due to the influence of the mountains and the magic swirls, they are still generally more adapted to the warm living environment, although Thorderlin has traveled in the north of the continent for many years and has adapted to the relatively cold climate here, but he will still be happy if there is a warmer environment.

It was just strange to him that he didn't see a fireplace or something like that in the hall.

"It's heated by a 'heating tunnel,'" Gawain casually explained, seeing Sölderlin's search for a fireplace in the hall, "a means of heating that I invented." Deep in the mansion is a copper heater that is heated by fire runes, and the heat is then sent to the rooms through heat pipes and brick tunnels around the heater. The walls are mezzanine and the roof is insulated – it's much more comfortable to live in than a cold castle. Recently I've been planning to improve this thing so that it can heat an entire neighborhood. ”

Toldlin listened carefully and looked at Gawain in surprise: "When did you understand these things?" ”

"I've had some special experiences," Gawain smiled slightly, and walked towards the study with Sölderlin, "Seven hundred years of no see, I think we have a lot to talk about. ”

Thorderling smiled and followed, "That's true. ”

After arranging for Amber to guard the door, only Gawain and Thorderlin were left in the study, and it could be seen that the elven ranger, who seemed to be indifferent and detached, was a little relaxed when there was no one around.

Gawain sat down behind his desk and motioned for Sölderling to find a seat next to him, and looked curiously at the "friend from seven hundred years ago": "How did you get to Typhon?" ”

"It's just a matter of traveling," replied Soldlin casually, "I'm just a freelancer, and when my employment in a country expires, I naturally look for a new employer." ”

This is obviously not the whole reason, but Gawain didn't delve into it, but smiled: "Speaking of which, seeing that you are still traveling, hasn't that problem been solved yet?" ”

"I'm about to give up," Thorderling sighed helplessly, "Come to think of it, the potions concocted by Master Baldiga don't work, and there is probably no one in this world who can help me." ”

"Actually, you're pretty good, no one can tell your true strength - you have a majestic-sounding name, 'Blonde Sölderlin', and when you hear it, you take the path of a public lover......"

Thorderling glanced at Gawain: "Are you happy to change you?" ”

Gao Wen suddenly subconsciously touched his hairline: "Forget it, my hairline has finally stabilized recently......"

Toldling sighed, suddenly feeling that it was not too pleasant to be reunited with his old friend after seven hundred years.

"It's hot in my house, why don't you take off your wig?"

"No!"