The foggy mountains were a little unfamiliar to Gavin, and it was supposed that he should have reached the top of Cleveland Falls when he flew over Calvin Mountain, but there was no shadow of the waterfall, and dozens of magical red falcons began to circle nearby. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The pouring rain from the sky forced the magic Falcon to choose to revert back to the elven archetype, and some of the unsteady soldiers actually caught up with the mudslide, and they slid down the rocks and bushes into the rushing river, and Gavin was unable to do anything about watching his men being swept away by the river, which was definitely not part of his plan.

Now trapped by a heavy rain, the victorious commander stands on the slippery grass and feels the biggest defeat of his life, but it has only just begun.

Gavin wiped the rain from his face with his hands, he didn't believe he would be defeated by a heavy rain, at least the surviving magical red falcons were still waiting for orders. He made a careful analysis of his environment, which was only a step away from Cleveland Falls, the magic red falcon could not fly, and he was afraid that he would get lost in the forest if he marched by land, and the unfamiliar terrain around him became a problem.

Just then, the soldier who whipped the sea beast approached Gavin, and humbly offered his plan, which seemed to be a path to the waterfall. Gavin had never taken the soldier's whipping of the sea beast to heart, because in any way, Calby's obedience to the leader's arrangement came first, so when the smiling guy finished his opinion, it didn't arouse Gavin's suspicions.

The soldiers around them, frightened by the mudslide, waited for the commander's order, knowing that they had always joined the battle to drive away the Monroe Swamp aliens in the form of magical red falcons, and then easily withdrew from the battlefield, and had never encountered such an embarrassing thing. The fate of those comrades swept away by the mudslide is now uncertain, and a low morale quickly spreads among them.

Gavin gathered his equipment and said loudly, "Cleveland Falls is just around the corner, as long as we successfully occupy the ancient city of Carol today, the victory will still belong to our Calby Elves!" He didn't say much, but briefly summarized the current form and prediction of the outcome of the next battle. The Magic Falcon can march on land, but getting these soldiers, accustomed to flying around, to give up their advantage to wade through muddy water does cause displeasure.

The Magic Falcon began to assemble its ranks, after all, the commander had issued the battle order, and the next step was to start the march towards Cleveland Falls. Gavin bore the brunt of the attack, walking ahead of the group to make sure he was on the right track. The dense woods are like a labyrinth that can never be walked out, and the slippery ground is like a bond for everyone, and the sound of complaints is spread farther and farther.

Suddenly, a bow and arrow hit the soldiers at the edge of the line, and then Gavin saw dozens of arrows flying through the rain curtain, and he immediately shouted, "Hide and hide behind a tree!"

With a sharp whistle, green vines hung down from the tall trees, and countless Bunir people descended to the ground along the green vines, jumping up and down like apes with daggers in hand. Gavin watched as his men fell into the "Cut Throat" slaughterhouse, and the unknown Bunir screamed frantically, like demons from hell, blood splattered with rain staining the ground red. Gavin turned into a red falcon and tried to use the fireball to counterattack the Bunir, but a guy in disguise appeared on the opposite side, and with just one gesture, he unleashed a powerful magic, Gavin was hit by this magical power, and the whole person soared into the air and fell into the rushing river.

Obviously, the battle for Cleveland Falls, which had not yet begun, was over, and the unknown magic, the unknown Bunir, slaughtered Gavin's proud Magical Red Falcon Legion.

Gavin finally grabbed a log floating in the river, and he held it tightly with his arm to make sure he wouldn't be swept into the whirlpool. The bloody fighting was long gone, and he wiped the muddy water from his face with his hands and cried. As an aristocratic commander, he had always been the pride of the Calby Elves, but this defeat was clearly the result of his complacency. He was not familiar with the terrain at all, and he did not take the weather into account before setting out, and the most unforgivable thing for this young man was that he did not know who the enemy who had just attacked the team was.

Blaming himself, Gavin drifted downstream as the river widened and slowed, and he let go of the wood in his arms and stepped on the hard rocks to the shore. A bone-chilling chill brought the down-and-out commander to the ground, and he shivered, his pale countenance making the young man look like a frightened fawn.

He wasn't afraid of anyone, including Taryn, but he couldn't accept defeat. As the spoiled son of the upper class of the Elves of Calby, the outcome of such a battle cannot be forgiven. When he finally made up his mind to draw the dagger, the only thing that made this young talent reluctant was the amorous Deborah.

Gavin trembled with his right hand and placed the cold blade on his white neck, he closed his eyes and thought about the soldiers who had fallen in the woods, a strong sense of guilt took over his heart, and as soon as he turned his wrist, there was an extra blood mark on his neck. Suddenly, an arrow entered his right arm, and the sharp dagger fell on the rock, and he twisted his head to take a hard look, and the vague figure walked behind him, and a wooden stick struck down, and the drenched commander fainted completely.

Several Bunirians placed the Calby elf in an unfolded fishing net and carried it away with sticks, leaving only a trail of blood on the shore. The Bunirs came to a cave, where they lit a bonfire and gossiped about something. Gavin slowly woke up, his hand touching the bulging bag at the back of his head. The Bunir, who was roasting the fire, saw that the rescued man woke up and immediately tightened his nets, and Gavin lost his freedom again like a captured prey.

Gavin had the option of using magic in the face of these crudely armed Bunirs, and the outcome could be in one of two ways, one was to defeat the dwarfs around him, and then return to the Glen to continue as his commander, of course, with the infamy of a loser. The other is to give up resistance and wait to be killed. The conceited young man resolutely chose the latter, believing that he would rather die in an unknown place than be ridiculed and accused, and that even if the Glen knew of his failure, they would sing an elegy in front of an empty tomb.

The Bunir carried Gavin through the woods, their language not difficult to understand to the Calby Elves, the death-obsessed commander listened to the chatter of those around him, as if it were about building a fort and riding England, and they were happy to repeat the same topic over and over again, then laughing at each other.

Gavin thought that the dwarfs were either crazy or fantasizing, he had never heard of the Bunniers having a strong fortress other than Echo Valley, and he knew a lot about the feud between the Bunniers and England, so what these guys were talking about must have been imaginary.