The voice was steady and steady, and of course Tarrant remembered.

Warren strode over, still expressionless, but a hint of excitement could be seen in his steps, "Hello, poet. As he walked past Tarrant, he realized that he knew the man in the soldier's armor, "Tarrant, I didn't know you worked for the king, too." “

Taran nodded and saluted, "I didn't expect to be told so quickly, our battle with the Dark Elves." ”

"No, I don't mean this battle, the battle with the Dark Elves is even grander and more unexpected, it's just a small episode. ”

The poet dangled in the air with a twig, "Tallant, ignore him, he's a conspiracy theorist, and anything that comes to him will be exaggerated to the point of ruining redstone." ”

"You know?" Warren looked at Tarrant and Biantris with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Tarrant looked at the poet and said, "Count, we ......."

"We've been through a lot together, friends of life and death," Biantris snapped, and he wasn't wrong, and Tarrant shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

"It seems that you still put yourself on the verge of death every day, and after all these years, haven't you considered resting?" Warren walked up to Biantris and sat down, but the simple movements revealed the pride of a ranger and the casualness of an adventurer, and the two sat together into a strong contrast, one sloppy and playful, the other dignified and stern.

"I don't want to sit in my office and post and look in the mirror," the poet said, looking at Warren, "man, you should take a good look at what you've rusted into." ”

"There will always be a day when people will grow old. You're an exception, you haven't changed much over the years, and if anyone knows the most stories on redstone, I'm going to pick you. ”

Biantris smiled tactfully, "I'm flattered to get your compliment. ”

"Do you know what people think of you?", Warren said in a broken tone, "Biantris, the spokesman of balance, he repelled the giant's attack last year, saved hundreds of villagers, he defeated the best warriors of the orcs the year before last, pacified a war, and the year before last he helped the manufacturing guild advance the art of weapon manufacturing, great... The year before last, he killed the leader of the Dark Elves' masked killers, and greatly... The year before last, he was called the most formidable opponent by the Dark Elves, Biantris, you are a story in yourself, why bother looking for a story?"

"It was just a careless search for a story, and without these experiences I would be a boring old book. ”

"Why did Ionas choose you, she should choose a spokesperson from among the balance bringers, and you should become the poet's spokesperson. ”

"God's choice, I can't go into it," the poet asked, looking behind Warren, and asked suspiciously, "what about your troops?

"It's not there yet, I'm teleporting. Do you think you can get there so quickly? ”

Biantris lay on his back on the grass, "Well, hopefully they'll be in time, and the evening will be lively." ”

The elven commander in the distance beckoned to Warren, who got up and said, "I'm going to discuss the battle plan for the next night, can we do it together?"

The poet closes his eyes, "It's your business, and if I had to choose, I would just be a bystander." ”

Warren strode towards the commander, leaving Tarrant alone, it was time to rest, Biantris did a good job of adjusting his condition, and the night battle still needed the help of healing. Tarrant lay down as well, the sky hanging out like a light blue curtain overhead, and he took a deep breath, hoping to end the fight alive.

The battle in the morning allowed him to see the strength of the dark elf army, the warrior monk whose perception and strength are beyond ordinary people, the sword master who flexibly uses the sword mirror, the mage who has mastered the spell of instant death, it is extremely dangerous for anyone to be their enemy, the victory in the morning is purely accidental, and when their army arrives in the evening, the elite warriors of the dark elves can easily deal with the garrison here, which is upsetting, and the big battle is imminent, and Tarrant begins to doubt the outcome of the night.

A sound came from behind Tarrant, it was the sound of stepping on the grass "Xixi", the footsteps were very careful, the person who came was tiptoeing, Tarrant smelled a trace of fragrance, which made people irresistibly intoxicated, Zifenglan perfume, the corners of Tarrant's mouth raised, she always liked to appear in this way.

A squeamish tone, "Tarrant, did you spot me?" A figure stood on top of Tarrant's head, brown boots, up the boots, a misty white cape, a tight-fitting plump red robe, and an energetic smiling face. Mara, the most fashionable girl in the shelter of the light, always pays attention to maintaining her beautiful image whenever and wherever she wants, she spends as much time and money on clothes and jewelry as she does on her job, and her beautiful face and proud figure make Mara have many suitors in the capital, but Mara never cares, her social circle is only adventurers, and fashion girls.

"Your purple phoenix is so fragrant, I can't do it without discovering you", Tarrant sat up.

"This is the latest perfume, what do you think?" the girl giggled.

"Luxury", a man in black leather armor stood up from behind her, "this thing costs 10 gold coins, I've stopped her, I really don't understand how these liquids are so attractive to her." "Elliott, a sleek short-haired, strong, bronzed-skinned, and intelligent, he likes to fiddle with mechanical devices, for which he has learned the skills of thieves, but he only specializes in laying and dismantling traps, and knows nothing about stealing or stealth, he is a warrior, with a long sword and a round shield.

"You know what, this is a limited sale, this batch of Zifenglan is a special recipe to ensure that the fragrance lasts longer", Mara smirked, "Not many people in the capital can buy it." ”

Elliott glanced at the little girl beside her and said coldly, "Boring." He put his arm around Tarrant's shoulder and sat down next to each other.

Mara looked at Tarrant innocently, blinking wide-eyed, seeking the Alliance's approval. Tarrant laughed dryly, "It's boring. Elliott chuckled with a "poof".

The laughter struck the pretty girl again, and Mara struck Tarrant the head, "Your aesthetic is only at the level of the spirit sucking monster, I'm so pitiful, I should really ...... you two as partners" Before Mara could finish speaking, Tarrant and Elliott said together, "Dump you." ”

There was a moment of silence, followed by a burst of laughter from the two warriors, and Mara pursed her sexy pink lips, "All die." ”

Immediately, the two companions who had just arrived noticed that Tarrant's armor was not the original, and Mara stared at Tarrant with undisguised disdain and asked, "When did you start to dislike the Light of Shelter and switch?" Elliott tapped the armor draped over Tarrant with his index finger, "It's not very workmanlike." ”

"Helpless," Tarrant sighed, "The team of the dark elves has come in the morning, my armor has been shattered, and the sword has been discounted, so I have prepared this for the time being, hoping that this will not happen again in the night battle." ”

"It's unlucky, to say such things before the war," said the poet, who was lying on the grass, awakened by laughter, grinning.

Pointing to the poet, Tarrant said, "This is Biantris, balanced ......"

"Hello, a solid champion of balance," interrupted Tarrant's introduction, and at the same time his eyes turned to Mara, "Pretty young lady, your voice revives me like an angel's harp, your countenance intoxicates me like the rising red sun, and your presence gives me a new lease of life, ah ......", the poet said with a joyful expression.

This action made Tarrant's facial expression completely frozen, he didn't expect the down-and-out guy to have this side, the two companions also looked at Biantris in surprise, not knowing what to say, Taran took a long time to come back to his senses, looked back at Mara and Biantris, and said with a smile: "Yes, solid champion of balance, Biantris", he pointed to Mara and Elliot, "Biantris, your goddess is called Mara, and the one next to it is the goddess guardian, Elliott." ”

Elio nodded and greeted politely, "Hello." ”

The poet stared intently at Mara, and took the time to reply, "Hello," and he pushed Tarrant to sit beside her, "Thank you, O Goddess, for being so close to you for your request. ”

Mara gave Tarrant a proud look, "Tarrant, see my charm, haha, finally someone can seriously appreciate me." She sent a smile to the poet, almost making his mouth water.

"Come on, Biantris, you should continue to rest, you are busy in the evening!" Tarrant squeezed hard at the poet, and after a long time of exertion, the poet finally retreated, and he reluctantly exclaimed, "It is the best rest to be able to wander around the goddess!"

"What an annoying fellow," Tarrant gasped, "you guys don't pay attention to him, he does that to everyone who passes by." ”

"Really?" said Mara, looking at Biantris quizzically.

"Of course not, your beauty is beyond my imagination, and only in your presence do I know the greatness of the Creator!"

The more the poet spoke, the more exaggerated he became, and he was about to lift Mara to the sky, and Tarrant could not keep himself sane in this environment, and in the distance, a herald soldier was walking towards them, and Tarrant took the initiative to get up and meet them.

The soldier looked at Tarrant, then at his teammates behind him, and said, "Warren invites you to join the discussion about the night's battle. ”

It was a chance to get out of the disgusting environment now, and Tarrant understood that Warren was inviting Biantris, and he lifted his spirits and turned around and said, "Biantris, Warren needs your opinion, now." ”

The poet's confession was interrupted and he looked a little disappointed, and he got up helplessly, "Okay, I'll go and go back, Tarrant, if you're interested, you can join us, after all, we're still partners in the evening, right, haha." ”

"Partner?" Elliot cried, "got us a new partner?"

"Temporary," Tarrant added right away.

Biantris laughed, "It can be a little longer than temporary, it must be nice to be with my goddess, I'm looking forward to the battle at night", he walked over with the soldier, laughing so loudly that everyone nearby could hear it.

"Do we need troubadours for our team?" Elliott asked in a whisper as he walked up behind Tarrant. Elliott is the core of the team, just over 30, the same age as Tarrant, but has accumulated rich combat experience, he is an orphan, mixed in the turbulent slums since he was a child, years of poverty make him stronger than ordinary people, in addition, generally people with this kind of background will be lost in the pursuit of material desires, Elliot is a special case, he only pursues fairness, his ideal is to let everyone have the same living environment, and the efforts he is making now are just to prepare for the ideal, he needs to strengthen himself, challenge the spirit absorbing monster, is to hone his will and courage。 Although he usually sees people with a playful image, Elliott can maintain a calm and calm mind at critical moments, so the reasons in the team are generally decided by Elliott, and he is a little surprised by the addition of Beatrice, troubadour is not a fighting profession.

Unlike Biantris, Tarrant confidently assured, "He's different, and you'll find him a good fellow." ”

"I like him a little," Mara said with a smile as she looked at the poet's distant back.

Among her many suitors were all kinds of people, and she was not at ease, and now saying such words made her teammates stunned for a moment, and Tarrant lay on the ground, "The goddess has finally opened her mind." ”

Maranu pouted, "If only he could make himself more decent." ”

Elliott laughed, "If everyone could change as you want, the world would have changed a long time ago." ”

Mara knocked Elliott on the head again, and the two of them started fighting, Tarrant just lay quietly, looking at them, sleepiness gradually attacked, and his body still needed to rest, and in the laughter, Tarrant's eyelids slowly closed.

By the time Tarrant came to consciousness again, he was being shaken, and Elliott's voice said, "Wake up! It's time to get up." Tarrant struggled to open his eyes, and it was already twilight, with torches lit around him, and people chanting. He had slept very deeply, and in such a noisy environment, Tarrant didn't even notice it, he stretched his whole body hard, yawned, and felt much better.

"Our work is assigned," Elliott patted him on the shoulder, "Guarding the spellcasting team." ”

Now the number of garrisons has nearly doubled, and it is possible to form a relatively neat formation, and the warriors will form a human wall to surround the hole, and the mages and archers will attack in the back, and in the war, the strength of the attack on the mage group determines the final victory, so protecting the mages is a very important task. But for Tarrant, he prefers to attack the opposing mage.

"The original plan was for us to attack the mage", Elliot said in a slightly regretful tone, "your friend", he pointed to Biantris not far away, he was smiling around Mara and talking something, the environment was too noisy for Tarrant to hear, "insisting on protecting our mage, he thinks this is the focus of the night's battle." ”

Tarrant looked at the people around him, many of whom he had seen before, who were the people who protected the light, "Are our people divided into small teams to fight or mixed into a large army?"

"Most of them were mixed into group operations, and a small part kept their original squads and assigned their own combat objectives. There were six squads on the same mission as ours, and I noticed that one of the squads was all made up of druids, which was a strange combination. ”

The druid, probably the one he saw in the morning, it turned out that the brown bear also had a squad, and such teammates gave people the confidence to win the war, and Taran nodded his head, "What else?"

"I don't remember, probably... There is a very special person, who acts alone, she has no teammates, and she insists on protecting the mage, she should be a stalker, she never raises her head when she speaks, and her speech makes people feel very cold, and I haven't seen her after the assignment. There is also a duo, a man and a woman, both of whom cover their bodies with cloaks, and their faces are painted with oil paint, the men wear leather armor, and the women wear robes, a combination of tactics, and they don't want people to know their identities. Our teammates are weirdos tonight. ”

Those who can come to the battle are brave adventurers, and it is not the point that they are dressed strangely. Tarrant thought of the man mentioned by the poet in the morning, and asked, "Has the man named Thor come?"

"I haven't heard of it, so I guess I haven't come yet. ”

A trumpet sounded in the distance, and the soldiers gathered and lined up at a tent, and the archers in the forest jumped down one after another, gathered around the tents, and were in a neat formation, entering a state of readiness, and at this moment, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared behind the mountain peaks, and darkness invaded the land.

Biantris ran over, "Warriors, get ready, I don't know when they will attack, whether they show up or not, they are all staring at us." ”

A hundred meters away from the entrance of the cave in the direction of the teleportation array, the four of Tarrant rushed over, and the mages had already finished resting and were waiting for the battle. Elliot stopped on the right side of the mage group, "We're in charge of security here, and the druids are in charge of security on the left flank." ”

Tarrant looked to the left, it was indeed the strong druid in the morning, the wound in his chest did not affect him much, he was still as majestic as in the morning, but the wooden stick in his hand was gone, beside the druid, a warrior with a moderate figure and strong muscles, his eyes were squatting on the ground coldly, like a wild wolf ready for battle, behind the two druids, a lady in revealing cloth armor, with tall and straight peaks, curvy, with her right hand on her waist and looking at the entrance of the cave with a smile.

In the middle of the mage group and the warrior wall, there stood two people wrapped in cloaks, one tall and strong, the other petite and delicate, which should be the combination of tactics that Elliott said, Tarrant looked around, and found no trace of the other three protector teams.

Torches have been lit around the entrance of the cave to prevent the sneak attack of the dark elves and enhance the vision at night, and the mages take turns to light the night vision to maintain vigilance. A breeze blew out of the forest, cutting through the dense formation, and the withering smell of Xiao Kill permeated the ranks.

The elven commander stood on the high ground, raised his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Warriors, tonight will be full of death, our poor brothers, the dark elves, will attack our land, and if we lose, the redstone will be redrawn into the abyss, and before the elven army arrives, we must hold them back and turn Tinwo into the eternal grave of the dark elves! The earth will bless our souls and make the dead step into the halls of honor!" The soldiers raised their swords and shouted in unison, "For the redstone!" The commander drew his sword and swiped it from left to right, "May the earth bless you!" With that, the commander nodded to the herald soldier beside him, and the soldier picked up the huge horn, puffed out his cheeks and forcefully entered the courage into this totem: "Woo---!"

As if in response, there was a slight "boom" "boom" "boom" from the hole, and as the sound approached, several pieces of loose earth at the entrance of the cave shook to the ground, and the soldiers drew their swords, set up their shields, and forced their eyes into the hole.

The atmosphere froze, and suddenly, a gust of air blew out of the hole, and the flames on the torches looked outward, and they came.