Alright, let's camp where we are!" shouted Socrates, who was walking in front of the group, raised his right fist.

The slowly marching procession of dragon hunters stopped, each with a look of exhaustion on their faces. - They've been on the march for a day in a row.

Unlike when I went, when I came back, everyone's weight had increased a lot. The mother dragon was so huge that even if there were more than a hundred people to share it, each person would still have to carry a lot of weight. Not to mention that there was one more seriously wounded and many lightly injured when they returned, and several others were never able to set foot on the journey home.

Only one of the dead dragon hunters had their bodies burned to ashes and brought back, and the others were burned to ashes by the dragon's breath, leaving nothing left.

"Ah, I can finally rest, I'm exhausted. When the fat tiger heard Socrates' order to rest, he was so tired that he sat down on the ground and never got up again.

He carried a large rucksack on his back, which was twice as large as the average dragon hunter carried on his back. No way, whoever made him tall and strong, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, since he can bear more weight, then let him carry more.

Gloomy also carries a backpack on his back, but it is different from Fat Tiger's voluntary labor, he carries this backpack behind his back, which is the trophy that belongs to him and Fat Tiger, which contains dragon scales, dragon blood and dragon skin, and a lot of dragon meat.

With such a big dragon, even if there are so many people, it is impossible to bring back all of them, at most they can bring back most of them, but there is still a small part that cannot be completely taken away. So he picked up a bargain, and let him take the rest of the bits away.

The magic storage bag is really a good thing, with the magic storage bag, not only can you carry more things than others, but it is also lighter than others.

For the first time, he felt how wise it was to get this gadget from Planck, and if he didn't have the magic storage bag, he would probably have to "look at the dragon" for the rest of the materials.

"Lazy, get up and set up a tent and light a bonfire. Di gently kicked the fat tiger on his tiptoes.

The fat tiger groaned in pain and said, "Boss, I'm almost exhausted, can you let me rest for a while? ”

He rolled his eyes helplessly. What Fat Tiger said is indeed right, they have indeed come a long way, and Fat Tiger still carries so many things on his body, it is understandable that he wants to be lazy for a while now.

As for the strike of the fat tiger, he can only express his understanding, otherwise what else can he do? Beat the fat tiger? This is not the way the imperial art should be.

"Forget it, I'll get it. He had to do it himself, and it wasn't the first time he had done this kind of thing, and when he was with Sylvia before, he did things like setting up tents and lighting bonfires.

Therefore, when he set up another tent and lit a bonfire, he couldn't help but think of the smiling elf girl.

Today, along the way, he also asked a lot of news about the war between the human race and the elf race. According to the dragon hunters, 300,000 people of the elven "Sanssouci Flower" legion and the "Nantinghua" legion were almost completely annihilated by the human race under Gray Goose City.

Although he didn't know which elven legion Sylvia was in, but when he heard the news that the elven legion was almost wiped out, his heart suddenly lifted, and he was afraid that Sylvia would be in danger in these two legions.

"You must not have an accident......"

The girl, like him, was busy setting up a tent.

Although they were a routed army with almost nothing, it was easy for the elves to set up a tent in the forest. There are many huge leaves of alienated plants that can be used as materials for writers' tents.

Sylvia had been with her for a long time with a huge leaf on a erected branch, and she preferred to sleep in her tent. Like other elven soldiers, just find a tree to climb on, and then lie down on a branch, which is considered a bed.

Since the two legions suffered Waterloo under the Grey Goose City, they have hid in the deep mountains and old forests, where the Terran army is not their opponent at all, during which they have been caught up by the Terran troops chasing after them several times, but every time the elves have relied on their transcendent jungle warfare skills to annihilate the Terran troops, and the number of times has increased, the Terrans do not dare to rashly attack like the elves.

Although this small forest provides them with excellent cover, hiding outside is never the right solution, and it is only true that it is safe to return to the elven-controlled area of the western forest, and Catherine and Modi have been studying how to return to the western forest during this time.

According to their plan, as long as they can bypass the Terrans from the side and arrange them in the western forest, the two legions of "Black Vulture" and "Black Flag" in front of them can successfully return to the forest. It's just that planning is easier said than done, neither the "Black Vulture" Legion nor the Black Flag Army are vegetarians, the "Sanssouci Flower" Legion and the "Nanting Flower" Legion were originally defeated under their hands, and now there are only less than one-tenth of the original remnants left, how can they break through the defensive circle of the 200,000 Terran army?

Even now, Catherine and Modi are discussing the issue.

"As long as we walk in a place with a lot of plants, with our affinity between the elves and nature, both plants and animals will help us, as long as we have their help, we are like countless pairs of eyes out of thin air, we can know the movements of the Terrans at any time, and if we know the movements of the Terrans, are we still afraid that we can't avoid them?" Modi said.

Catherine shook her head and said, "I don't think so. Do you think the Terrans are fools who don't know what we're thinking? I can assure you that they must have laid an ambush in the forest, and if we dare to go in, we will be caught by them. ”

"So what can we do? Do we just stay here until we die? If we don't fight, how can we know if there is a way out?" asked Modi, waving his arms violently and glaring.

"I don't think it's a wise decision to touch it when we know it's impossible to survive! We still have the names of 20,000 soldiers, all of whom are still young, and we must not let the wrong decisions of our commanders cause them to die in vain. Modi, we don't have to worry about spending this little bit of people, if we all fight out, the establishment will be gone. Catherine said.

"You guys still have more than 20,000 people left, but our Nanting Flowers are all spelled out, and they really don't even have the establishment!" Modi was so angry that he almost threw the cup in his hand to the ground, "If it weren't for the poor support of your Worry-Free Flower Legion, we would have rushed up for a long time before you came over, and we wouldn't have ended up like this at all!"

Hearing his words, Catherine smiled coldly. This Modi is now starting to shirk responsibility, and if the dead soldiers under his command hear him say such things, I am afraid that they will come back to life in anger and tear him off.

A commander who only knows how to pass the buck and does not know how to take responsibility is definitely not a good commander. Catherine has always believed in this sentence, so as long as it is her responsibility, she will never shirk it.

Catherine has always been disgusted by such a commander as Modi. Modi is not only proud and conceited, but also does not obey the command orders of his superiors, and Catherine has long wanted to stay with him.

"Well, Commander Modi, since you say so, then I don't have anything to say. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be a legion commander at all!"

"You!" Modi snorted and pulled out the enchanted dagger at his waist.

This scene happened to be seen by Sylvia, who was walking by.

"What are you going to do!" Sylvia rushed over the long thorn of the "Rose" that came out of her waist and blocked Catherine's face.

Sylvia had just set up her tent and was about to come over to talk to Catherine, but she didn't expect to see the scene in front of her as soon as she came over, so frightened that she quickly pulled out her weapon and blocked Catherine's side.

As a pro-soldier, this is the main job that Sylvia has to do – protect the commander.

Modi's own soldiers also drew their weapons and pointed them at Sylvia, and the two sides confronted each other.

At first glance, the scene was not in Catherine's favor, after all, Modi had four or five pro-soldiers, and Catherine only had Sylvia on her side. But don't forget, most of the elven soldiers here are from the third brigade of the "Sanssouci Flower" legion.

"Someone!" Sylvia shouted, and the nearby elves, seeing the confrontation between the two commanders, instantly pulled out the enchanted dagger at his waist and surrounded Modi.

In just such a short moment, Modi and the others were surrounded by the inner and outer three layers.

Several of Modi's pro-soldiers hurriedly formed a circle to protect Modi in the middle.

"Captain Modi, you need to know whose territory this is now. The next time you go wild, you'll have to find the right place. Sylvia saw that so many people were surrounding her side, and her courage suddenly grew a lot. She withdrew the "rose" thorn and said sarcastically to Modi.

"Hehe, even a little soldier of yours dares to teach me a lesson?" Modi stretched out his hand and pointed at Sylvia and said to Catherine: "Captain Catherine, you are really a good subordinate, looking at the age of the little girl, I'm afraid she is not even an adult, right? ”

"How I discipline my subordinates, that's my own problem, but it's Modi's Legion Commander you need to manage your temper, you know, not everyone is as good-tempered as me. Catherine said coldly.

Modi grinded his teeth and said, "Catherine, I remember what you said, you wait for me, if I find a chance, I will definitely let you finish." ”

"I'll wait, that day. ”

At this moment, Catherine and Modi have completely turned their faces. Modi shook his hand and left the encirclement with his own soldiers, but Catherine did not stop them, so the elven soldiers who surrounded them did not stop them, but made way for them to get out.

"Alright, let's all disperse. Catherine waved her hand, and the elven soldiers scattered.

"Are you alright, my lord?" asked Sylvia.

"I'm fine. Catherine shook her head.

"Alright, the tent has been set up, the campfire has been lit, shall we go back and rest now?"

"Rest?" Catherine laughed dumbly, Sylvia was really heartless, the situation just now was so tense, I didn't expect her to be freed from that tense atmosphere so quickly, and she thought of resting.

"Do you know what day it is, silly girl?" asked Catherine.

"I don't know. Sylvia was honest.

Catherine patted her forehead helplessly, Sylvia's nerves are really big enough, and she can even forget such an important day.

Today is Valentine's Day of the Elves.

"Today is Valentine's Day, you can even forget this kind of day, if you let your little lover know, I don't know what he will think, I'm afraid I'm going to cry. Catherine reached out and rubbed Sylvia's brain, revealing the kindness of the elders.

"Oops!" Sylvia suddenly realized, she had forgotten that it was Valentine's Day.

Wait, little lover?

Sylvia suddenly thought of the words Catherine had just said, and her face turned red.

"What, shy? Don't tell me you don't, if I'm not mistaken, the strange-shaped, but high-grade weapon on your waist should have been given to you, right? Oh yes, look at the soft armor you wear inside, I'm afraid he gave it to you too. Catherine said with a smile.

"Hmm. Sylvia bowed her head shyly.

There were other warriors who were already praying with their hands folded. It was supposed to be a beautiful day, but unfortunately, they were far away from home, fighting in a foreign land, and they could lose their young lives at any time.

The girls or boys in the distance, they are still waiting for the triumphant return of their lovers, or maybe they are in different units, looking forward to the day when they will go together to the hall of victory.

Seeing the other elves praying, Sylvia couldn't help but think of Gmy as well.

The time they were separated was not long, it could even be said to be very short, but for them, it was as if an eternal time had passed.

Sylvia looked up at the moon in the night sky, thinking of the boy with the spiky horns on his head.

"What are you doing? Are you eating well? Forgive me for not being able to eat meat with you, because elves have diarrhea when they eat it. I think of the time when you ate fruit with me, although I know that you don't like it, but you still pretend to be delicious, and I don't understand why you are doing this at that time. Now I understand. Actions are more affectionate than words. ”

Catherine looked at Sylvia and knew that she had fallen into the memories and stopped bothering her. The girl's eyes are so clear and transparent, the corners of her mouth are sometimes upturned, sometimes pouted, and you can tell at a glance that those good memories are shrugging.

Di suddenly looked up at the moon, and just now, he suddenly had a feeling of throbbing in his heart, not a feeling of danger coming, but a sweet feeling.

He felt the throbbing feeling, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "I miss you." ”

"I miss you too. The cherry lips of the girl in the distance opened slightly, "Whenever you see the moon, you have to think of me." ”

"The moon represents my heart. "Around the campfire, the shadow of a finger transforms into the shape of a heart. In the background, the fat tiger is snoring......

(End of chapter)