Thorderling pointed at the elven girl not far in front of him with the short bow in his hand, as if he had turned a deaf ear to the other party's greetings.

"It's really indifferent," the elven girl said with the usual smile on her face, but that smile was now more sarcastic and weird, "You've always considered yourself an elder and protector on your previous journeys. ”

"Words don't delay your time," Thorderling said indifferently, the bowstring already filling with an arcane glow, "Who are you?" ”

"Me?" The corners of Berna's mouth curled slightly, "I'm just a ...... who travels far away Druid. ”

As the last syllable of the elven girl fell, her figure was suddenly enveloped by a cloud of fallen leaves that appeared out of thin air and flew wildly!

Without thinking about it, Thordrin let go of the bowstring in his hand, and an arrow full of arcane energy sliced through the air, and split into a dozen dazzling rays of light in mid-air, covering the dancing leaf storm without any dead ends—a deadly light pierced through the fallen leaves without hindrance, but Thordrin did not relax at all, the sense of crisis made him jump high almost instinctively, and the moment he left the ground, countless poisonous black thorns also emerged from the surface, twisting and shattering the rock he was standing on!

The strange scent of flowers spread, the abnormal wind of magic stirred the surrounding trees, the leaves and branches shook and made a rattling sound, and a hoarse, twisted, obviously deliberately disguised female voice came from all directions: "I wonder when the hell did you become suspicious of me?" ”

Thorderlin fell to the ground, a verdant aura spreading from beneath his feet, hindering the growth of the poisonous brambles and blocking the ubiquitous scent of flowers, he frowned as he looked at the regrouped figure not far away—the figure still wore Bernard's face, but its lower body had turned into a strange form supported by roots and vines, and the strange form of the enemy made him wary, and he said as he watched carefully, "I really didn't notice it all this time—but just as I was about to leave the messenger hall, I suddenly realized that my mental state and judgment were not quite right these days, so I went to inquire about Master Thornheart's apprenticeship record over the past two centuries - she hadn't accepted any new apprentices in the past two centuries! ”

"Did you get rid of the effect of the pollen so quickly......" The half-human, half-tree female druid chuckled softly, but the fragrance of the flowers around her became more and more intense, and a large number of strange flowers were blooming under her feet, spreading the disturbing breath throughout the woodland, "I thought you had been with me all the way, constantly under the influence of low-dose pollen, and you wouldn't remember those mistakes at all......"

"You're underestimating those who survived the Gondor wasteland......" Thorderling pulled his bow again, "Don't bother, those pollen won't work against me if I'm prepared—you're no match for the High Ranger without these mind-obsessive tricks." You'd better be honest, who are you? What did you infiltrate the surveillance station for? ”

"Bernard Breeze is indeed the apprentice of Thornheart...... It's just that it was three hundred years ago," the wicked female druid smiled, "she's an elf who wants to go home from her travels, but she falls on the way home, and I'm just helping her......

"Also, proud High Ranger, do you really think you have a chance of winning—you can resist the effects of the Confused Pollen, but the ordinary Ranger and Sentinels you brought and ambushed around here...... Can they resist too? ”

Toldrin's face changed slightly, but his eyes immediately sharpened: "I'm enough to keep you here." ”

"What a coincidence, that's what I thought too - the Blighted Treants!"

"Grenade throwing!"

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The capital of Typhon, Aldenan, the aristocratic district.

Archduke Ferdinand stood in the study with the portraits of the family ancestors (and no corpses), quietly looking at the street scene of the imperial capital immersed in smoke outside, those tall and magnificent, or resplendent buildings were now covered with a hazy veil, and the undispersed fog hid many details in the imperial capital, only the tallest and brightest nobles and royal buildings stood proudly in the fog, and they outlined many spectacular silhouettes with their own behemoth silhouettes, which were also clearly visible in the fog.

This scene is like the idea of this empire - the nobility and the royal family are like beacons, guiding the ignorant people forward.

Aldenan is frequently shrouded in dense fog after entering the Foggy Moon, which is also typical of the central part of the continent and parts of the northern region, from which the word "Foggy Moon" in the calendar was originally derived.

In the past, Ferdinand liked the foggy weather—he liked the hazy but hard and angular posture of this ancient city after being immersed in fog, which would remind him of this empire that had gone through countless turmoil but still stood proudly, and also reminded him of the famous battle when he first stepped on the battlefield and was attacked by the enemy in a thick fog, but fought back, but today, he has no intention of enjoying the scenery in the fog.

Information from the Imperial frontier sat on the desk behind him, and the special magical parchment had been unsealed, and the content written on the paper appeared clearly, with a few words written in a feminine handwriting:

Winterwolf Castle has been attacked by giant humanoid monsters resembling flesh giants, immensely powerful, almost unafraid of swords, and capable of easily corroding and brittleming our walls and steel armor......

The defensive forces suffered heavy losses, but fortunately the fortress was not lost.

The monster is coming from the direction of the Dark Mountains.

This is the information sent back by Andelsa, and together with this information, there is another note, which is even simpler, with only one sentence: Ansunan was attacked by flesh giants, and Cecil's damage to the territory is unknown.

This information came from other sources in the Wendell family.

Duke Ferdinand retracted his gaze, turned around, his gaze swept over the information on the table, and then landed on the portraits of the first ancestors of the Wendell family hanging on the opposite wall, and whispered to himself, "Are those really the monsters you faced back then?" ”

He couldn't help but think of the traveling warrior monk he had met on the borders of the Empire decades ago, when he was still an ordinary knight captain, and the warning he had given him.

It was a rare elven warrior monk, when the young Ferdinand Wendell first met him, the warrior monk was wandering the borders of the empire, and it was the same foggy moon as it is today, and it was also the same foggy as today - to this day, Duke Ferdinand still remembers the scene at that time, he was injured on the battlefield and was rescued by the mysterious elven warrior monk, and the two found a tree hole in the foggy forest to rest temporarily, the warrior monk's head was shining in the mist, And his words are still fresh in my mind:

"Young human warrior, you keep talking about your ideals and ambitions, as if you can lead your army to defeat the other country, you will be glorified, but you know what? Your real threat is not your fellow human beings at all......

"Two nations of the same origin have become such a field, and none of you will look at the wasteland that is so close at hand? Those monsters were sealed seven hundred years ago, but you are really not afraid that they will return to this world again? ”

Duke Ferdinand took a light breath, his expression became firm, he shook the brass bell that summoned the butler, and whispered to himself, "Master Delin, you are right.

"They did come back.

"Humanity has to change."

The door of the study opened, and the old butler, who had served the family faithfully for many years, appeared in front of Pei Dinan: "My lord, what do you command?" ”

"Prepare a carriage for me, I'm going to meet His Majesty the Emperor!"

The carriage and retinue bearing the Wendell family inrest enjoyed the highest noble privileges, and the palace of Rosetta Augustus the Great opened its doors to Duke Ferdinand, who was as firm as steel as he watched the majestic walls of the palace enlarge in his view.

No matter how much His Majesty's mental state deteriorated, and no matter how much influence his words could have on this vast empire, he had to change the course of Typhon's war machine today—if it dragged on until three days' time, His Majesty would convene the last Council of Nobles, and if he wanted to do anything at that time, he would have to resort to the means he least wanted to take......

Pei Dinan glanced down at his hands that were still full of power and were used to holding swords, and slowly clenched them into fists.

He was not willing to take the worst path until the last step.

He entered the palace, into the palace where Emperor Rosetta Augustus was, and with the help of his attendants, he stripped off his heavy ducal scarf, but still wore a decorative sword at his waist—a privilege he should have enjoyed as the first duke of the Empire—and he had received permission to meet, and with the attendants leading and accompanying him, the duke walked towards the place where Emperor Typhon was currently located.

Halfway through, Duke Ferdinand found that the attendant was taking him to the reception room, instead of the study where the emperor received him on weekdays, so he asked curiously, "Your Majesty is in the reception room?" Is he entertaining any guests? ”

The attendant replied politely, "Yes, Your Majesty is receiving two elven physicians. ”

"Elven Doctor?" Duke Ferdinand frowned slightly, "Is there anything wrong with Your Majesty's body?" ”

"Rest assured, Your Majesty is still in good health," said the chamberlain, "except that he has been in a little poor spirits lately. ”

Lack of energy?

Pei Dinan was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, but before he could open his mouth to ask, two white silver elves wearing long white dresses, very similar appearances, and beautiful temperaments and appearances walked out of the corner of the corridor in front of him and entered his line of sight.

The attendant officer said beside him, "It seems that the two doctors have finished their work. ”

Ferdinand Wendell watched the two elven doctors he had never seen before walk towards him, and he restrained all unnecessary doubts, and waited with the indifference that a duke should have.

There was only one corridor, and the two elven physicians inevitably came to Duke Ferdinand, and they showed an impeccable polite smile, lifted their long skirts and bent down in greeting: "Good afternoon, my lord." Your Majesty is waiting for you. ”

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