"Bakham, it seems that at least for you, there is nothing wrong with the elder's arrangement. The general, who was riding on the stag, looked at the young man who walked up to him and said with some relief. Mlos could sense that Bakham now not only had more scars left on his body after the battle, but his eyes had gradually changed to that of a true warrior, and in time, this young man would at least be a qualified warrior. The advancement of the same race is undoubtedly good news for the elves with a relatively sparse population.

"Uncle. The one-eyed elf nodded to the man on the back of the deer, and at the same time showed a certain relationship between them with his salutation. This is not a strange thing, the elf race in the forest is not large, and the elves themselves have a long lifespan, if you really want to talk about it, I am afraid that every elf in this army is somewhat related. It's just that for Bakham, he and Mlos had a close relationship before, so they will be called this way. Sure enough, after hearing this "uncle", the elven general's eyes softened.

"Well, you've worked hard. Staying with those rude humans for so long, I hope they haven't done anything stupid to you. What's wrong with your knife?" Mlos was referring to the long knife of Bakham's original two knives, the weapon had been broken and broken in the previous battle, and now one of the two scabbards on Bakham's waist was empty.

"Its blade shattered, and I left it where it belonged, in the chest of the enemy. Bakham raised his hand to the empty scabbard, as if nostalgic for the weapon that no longer existed, but the action didn't last long, "But it doesn't matter, it did its job well, and the blow was really impressive." ”

The elven warlord shrugged his nose, "I hope so." It's also time for you to learn to fight like a normal elf, and it's good for you that toy to break early. "In the elven tradition, they don't train young people to use the double sword, which is a weapon to fight in the open field, and a traditional elven warrior prefers to use a one-handed weapon, which allows them to quickly draw the bow and arrow from their back to shooting mode. Similarly, in order to maintain mobility, elves are less likely to use armor and shields, and of course they will not resist armor and shields with good protection if they need to fight in battle.

"I have reservations on this point. The young elf said disapprovingly, he had no plans to return to the forest now, and with the principle of pragmatism, the traditional methods of warfare were not suitable for Bakm's current situation. "Let's not talk about that. Your Excellency, I hope that you will be able to help these human beings, whose homes have been destroyed by conspiracy, and who now lack everything to survive. So I hope you will not skimp on ......"

"Bakham. The stag elf interrupted the young man. He adjusted his body, and this action completely enveloped the knight's servant, "Pay attention to your words and deeds, we are not obligated to help humans, the elder brought us here to purge those twisted monsters, and we have no other mission other than that." And these human beings are a breeding ground for plagues, and if necessary, they will also be within our purge. We're not going to help them, you understand?"

The corners of Bakham's mouth twitched a few times, he knew that his uncle had an inexplicable hostility towards races other than elves, but he didn't expect this hostility to be so serious. "The Green Staff won't allow you to do that, uncle. ”

"Hmph, Lord Atwood is the elder who oversees this operation, but outside of the forest, I am the commander of this army. Besides, do you really think that the people want to help these people who are hurting nature? Look around, can you see a patch of green? They are not our kind of young people, you have to realize that. After being reminded by Mlos, Bakham turned his gaze to the elven soldiers in full formation, and the knight regretted that he could not find the slightest sympathy in their faces, just as humans would treat elves as monsters, and elves would be to humans.

Bakham took a deep breath, he didn't intend to give up on persuasion. "Either way, they are the masters of this land, and they are all necessary helpers if we want to build a defense against the nezumi and even rid them of the nezumi here. "This is not a statement, after all, this is the land of molten iron, although the city has fallen, the molten iron people are still qualified guides and counselors, not to mention, at least in terms of water and climate, etc., they can help the elves.

But Mloth's reaction was beyond the young elf's expectations, and he rejected the latter's suggestion without the slightest hesitation, "No. We were familiar with the land long before these humans settled. In a short period of time, we will be able to establish contact with this place, and it will be a question of who knows more about this place. ”

"But—" Bakham was about to say more, but his words were stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Leon walked to the elf's side at some point, "The second head of the knights of the kingdom of the Lower Lion Kingdom, Leon." Mlos's pupils contracted visibly when he saw Leon, and he smiled with a hostile grin, "Blood Lion? I am the person in charge of this operation, you can call me Mlos. ”

Of course, Leon understands where the hostility of the other party comes from, there are many conflicts between the blue lion and the neighbors around him, and fighting with the elves is nothing new, you can't expect much kindness when both sides have the blood of the other party's people on their hands, can you? But the blood lion can't just leave, he is the knight chief of the kingdom, and the people of molten iron are also the people of the blue lion, and he has an obligation to find refuge for their lives, even if it is from the enemy of the past.

"You have seen our situation, Lord Mlos, and I am aware of the contradictions between the kingdom and your people, but I still hope that you can help us. Whether out of goodwill or in exchange for profit, the lion will repay the sons of the forest, and I swear by my honor as a knight. Leon put his right hand on his chest and said solemnly. He hoped that his humble attitude would satisfy the other party, at least let the other party provide some rations to satisfy his hunger.

"I didn't expect your tongue to be as impressive as your swordsmanship, Mr. Leon. Mlos looked at the Knight Commander condescendingly, and the smile on his face indicated that he was pleased with Leon's reaction, "We're not ruthless devils, we're just fighting those, nezumi, and we don't have a lot of supplies." To be helped, you have to prove that you are worth it as our ally now. ”

"How do I prove it?"

"It's simple, fight me. ”