After leaving the blood elf's lair, Zhao Yuan was relieved that the blood elf was indeed innocent, and on the other hand, he also had a headache. Since the murderer is not a blood elf, it must be the mysterious man in black who left suddenly. But where can he go to catch them now?

He hurried back to the elven clan and told him about the situation and Sivir, who had been working all night on official business. Sivir's eyebrows furrowed, now that they couldn't even hand over the artifact, how could they convince the Leon Clan to retreat?

"But in that case, it's not the blood elves who have been harassing us for the past few days, it's the men in black, can we wipe them all out tomorrow when the fight begins?" said Sivir with some hesitation.

Zhao Yuan shook his head and said with a determined expression: "They won't come again tomorrow." Just now I swept the entire forest with my mental power, and there was no trace of those people at all. With those giant golems, they can't hide it from me, unless they've withdrawn now. ”

"How could it be—so timely!" Sivir's eyes were shocked, and as soon as Zhao Yuan woke up, the group of men in black retreated, as cunning as if they had become a spirit.

"For today's plan, the only way to do this is to hold on, so that you can quickly ascend to the eighth order. If you reach the eighth order, the foreign race will not dare to move the elven race at will. Zhao Yuan groaned. Although he is an eighth-order archmage with a stronger deterrent power than Sivir, he will not stay in the elven clan forever, only when the elven clan itself becomes strong is a clear path.

Xavier nodded, since the bloodline awakened, the power in her body has been growing wildly every moment, but it will take some time to cross the seventh order and reach the eighth order. Fortunately, Zhao Yuan stayed in the elf clan, and the mage was the nemesis of the army, so they didn't have to worry about it in a short time.

The long night is about to pass, the black curtain on the horizon is gradually revealed, and a red sun jumps out of the horizon, swaying endless light on the earth, forests, and sky, gilding everything with a layer of *majestic gold.

The coldness of the night was dispelled, the temperature of early autumn gradually became a little hotter, and the camp where the lion tribe was stationed was equally hot, and the dragon spirits and tigers, and the energetic lion warriors all got up and began to talk loudly and cook breakfast.

And in the center of the barracks, in the largest and most ornate tent, the second prince had just gotten up when he heard Mason begging to see him outside.

Mason was his right-hand man, a military advisor and a brother, and he didn't have the slightest chance of beckoning him in and inviting him to breakfast.

Mason was obviously used to such treatment, and without extra etiquette, he sat down face to face with the second prince cross-legged.

After a night of thinking, Mason felt that he still had to warn: "Your Highness, don't have a conflict with that Terran mage for a while, otherwise it will only be us who suffers." ”

The second prince was holding a sea bowl bigger than his face, and he was snorting and snorting into his mouth, the amount of food of the lion clan was already large, and the amount of food of the second prince was even more different from that of ordinary lion clans, but when Mason spoke, he had already killed three bowls of rice. Listening to Mason's words, he only snorted symbolically, indicating that he knew.

Mason looked at the second prince who was devoted to eating, and sighed helplessly in his heart, but he still persuaded tirelessly: "That Terran mage is an eighth-order archmage, and our 50,000 lions are just a spell in front of him. What's more, when I looked at his face yesterday, there was a faint hint of evil, and he was definitely not such a weak auxiliary mage. You can't be rash!"

After the second prince finished eating, he threw the bowl on the table, and responded perfunctorily while chewing the pieces of meat in his mouth: "I know Mason, you said it a hundred times last night, and my ears are about to become calloused." ”

Mason saw that the second prince was really not interested in listening to these words anymore, so he changed his words and said: "Your Highness, having said that, this is only an expedient measure, and our dignified lion clan naturally can't be afraid of a human mage." Yesterday I had a letter for help sent back to the clan, and I think General Mauser will arrive soon. At that time, he will contain the Terran mage, and we will be able to seek justice for the third prince. ”

Hearing this, the eyes of the second prince lit up slightly. He patted Mason on the shoulder and laughed loudly, "I knew you still had an idea!

Mason was complimented, and there was no smugness on his face, but he didn't smile, and he was obviously used to it. Although the second prince has a bit of a brain, he is really an upright person, he is born with a keen intuition, can distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and can humbly take good advice, as for his other small shortcomings, it seems that it is not so important.

On the other side, Zhao Yuan saw that the sun was bright, but the lions still didn't move, just chatting with each other in the camp, chatting with each other, and there was no posture at all to come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, and he couldn't help but be a little confused.

It was Sivir who solved his confusion: "There must be wise people in the lion clan, who know that these 50,000 soldiers and horses are just delivering food, so they don't act rashly." But they have no intention of retreating, they must be waiting for reinforcements. ”

Zhao Yuan suddenly opened his mouth, and at the same time, new distress appeared. The reinforcements of this lion clan and others must be specifically to deal with him, and nine times out of ten they are an eighth-order martial artist. Thinking of this, the corners of Zhao Yuan's mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile. The Cold Beast Continent is so vast, and the eighth-order great profession is so rare, but along the way, he has encountered one after another, and he doesn't know if it's luck or misfortune.

Although Liemos is also an eighth-order powerhouse, he is now exhausted, and his remaining vitality is not enough to resist a blow from the same rank, so naturally he can't help Zhao Yuan at all.

When Zhao Yuan visited the blood elf's lair last night, Liemoth also told him frankly that in order to deal with him before, he had exhausted his hole cards, and the blood arrow was still given to Liemoth by the man in black, otherwise he would have no power to fight back after the first battle.

Thinking of the earth-shattering weeping ghosts and gods that Liemos shot before, and even the three golden arrows that directly killed the ninth-order demonic beasts in seconds, as well as the blood arrows that almost killed him, and the extremely weird blood arrow, Zhao Yuan felt a pity in his heart. If such a powerful trick could be used by the elven clan, he would not have to worry about the safety of the elven clan for a long time.

He sighed deeply and said helplessly: "Now we can only see the moves, and in order not to completely fight with the lion clan, I can't make a move for no reason with the 50,000 soldiers and horses." ”

Sivir thought it was true, indeed, if they took the lead and directly wiped out the 50,000 lion warriors, it would indeed relieve a little pressure, but that would also mean that the elves and the lion would have endless wars in the future. Only now can we only respond passively and do not take action, and it will be possible to resolve the misunderstanding and turn the conflict into a jade silk in the future.

At this moment, there was another announcement outside the council hall, and it turned out to be Novan, who had already returned to the elf clan. The five of them themselves are primordial blood elves, and they have been under house arrest in the elven clan, and after Sivir became the queen of the elves, these five people naturally got the first moon near the building and returned first. Now dedicated to receiving blood elves returning from the outside.

As soon as he entered the council hall, he respectfully knelt down and said, "King, now Liemoth is waiting outside the fortress with a group of returning blood elves, may I ask if you want to open the gate?"

Hearing the name of Remos, Seviler's eyes were in a trance for a moment. Her only impression of this father was the dark eyes like an abyss, the red hair like blood, and the scene where he strangled her neck that night, and kept saying that she was going to die.

But this mood only lasted for a moment, and Sivir quickly came to his senses, and with an awe-inspiring majesty on his young and beautiful face, he said in a deep voice: "Naturally, if you want them to come back, I'll go here." ”

Zhao Yuan naturally went with him. I saw the heavy metal gate slowly open, and there was a group of people standing outside, about forty or fifty, all with a little immature on their faces. Only the man in the lead, compared to the other slender elves, looks extremely tall and strong, his appearance is resolute and handsome, with white hair, a pair of black eyes, compared with the young elves behind him with worried faces, his expression can be said to be extremely calm, not alarmed.

Seeing Zhao Yuan, he first reflexively smiled, but the next second he saw Xiwei standing next to Zhao Yuan. Remos's gaze flickered, and then he lowered his head and fell to one knee.

The elves behind him also knelt down with him, and said in unison, "Meet my king!"

Sivir's face was solemn, his voice was not hurried, and he said, "God bless without borders!"

Suddenly, the elves behind Sivir and the returning blood elves also said in unison: "God bless the boundless!"

Sivir nodded with satisfaction, and waved his hand to let the kneeling elves in front of him get up, from now on, these elves are no longer blood elves, but official members of the elven clan.

The elves had irrepressible joy on their faces, and they almost followed Novan into the elven fortress, they looked at the tuft of blonde hair on the top of Sivir's head in front of them with awe, and they couldn't help but think of various legends about the elven king, and they were full of expectations for the future. Only a lonely figure stood outside the door, watching the distant backs of the other elves.

Zhao Yuan inadvertently turned around, just in time to catch the loneliness on his face that Liemos didn't have time to hide, Liemos also saw Zhao Yuan, he barely smiled, but he still couldn't hide the bitterness between his eyebrows.

The door closed in the middle, separating the two worlds, Zhao Yuan looked at the curious and excited elves around him, and his heart was mixed.

People always say that war is not good, but few people who were born in peacetime can understand it, just because this kind of pain and helplessness did not happen around them, and they cannot empathize.

Zhao Yuan secretly thought that no matter what, he had to do his best to protect the people he cared about. The tragedy of Monroe must not be repeated again!