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Spell-like ability [Force Field Deflection]

The silent force changed the trajectory of the bolts, and the short, thin bolts pierced Drusilia's outstretched right arm before disappearing into the night.

There was silence. Thousands of elves watched in amazement as the princess stumbled and fell, being picked up by Vlamir with her tentacles. The most astonished of them all was the chief priest, who could swear to Nielon that he had definitely taken aim at the ugly big ball of flesh and pulled the trigger.

"This can't be! I ...... to" Slow speech proved to be tragic, and as soon as the chief priest spat out three words of his justification, his nose was smashed by Ramesile's small hammer, and snot and tears and blood spurted out.

Ramsile's face was full of anger and yelled, "Arrest the traitor who assassinated the princess!" The order was given to the Rangers, but hundreds of excited civilians pounced on the bewildered guards at the same time.

Ramesile ran to the princess, and Vlamir obediently handed over the wounded to him. "Let me see the wound. ”

Drusilia's face was pale, her teeth were clenched, and her forearms were bleeding. Ramesile's face became even more gloomy after examining the wound, and the crossbow bolt passed through the gap between the radius and ulna, although it did not hurt the bone, but the tendons and nerves were severely damaged, and it was possible that the hand could no longer draw the bow. While stopping the bleeding, the Ranger Captain gritted his teeth and said, "I should have hung the bowstring around that Shameless bastard's neck, and then twisted it so hard that the eyes that were the same as those that didn't grow burst out of the skull." ”

Vlamir twisted the two tentacles into one piece, rested it on his "chin" and said: "Unfortunately, fortunately, your people love you very much, Your Highness Princess. But...... Are they overzealing?"

Looking at the tentacles of the Demon Eye Overseer, the elves at the gates of the city were in turmoil. At the beginning, the atmosphere was very abnormal, people shouted "catch them" and "grab the bow and arrow", and after a while, the kung fu slogan became "kill the traitor".

Hundreds of civilians hysterically attacked dozens of temple guards with their hands, feet, and even teeth, and the anger and pain that had been building up in Tia Forest for decades found an outlet and the situation quickly spiraled out of control. The other elves who kept their sanity or stayed away stood by with cold eyes, most of them nobles and worshippers of the temple, their eyes full of shock and disdain, as if they were not their compatriots but other inferior creatures who were making a fuss and huddle together.

The polarization of the scene brought a huge shock to the princess, far from the pain in her arm. Drusilia reacted quickly: "Ramsile, hurry up and stop them, the civilians are already out of control, wait for the temple guards to draw their weapons and start fighting back......"

The Ranger Captain realized the severity of the situation and immediately rushed up to stop it. As soon as he dragged away two guys who were trying to bite off his fingers, a pointy boot hit the back of the head. Is this still a humble and elegant elf? Ramsile's idea came to him, and he was swallowed up by the surging crowd.

What to do? What to do? Drusilia's soul trembled, and she turned her gaze to Vlamir for help.

The Demon Eye Supervisor was very quiet: "This situation is relatively common in the army, and it is called the 'Howling Camp'. When the spirit is subjected to high stress for a long time and cannot be released, it will irrationally roar and go wild, and then the psychological cues will spread like a plague. Elves are an emotional race that is prone to collapse. ”

"How do you calm down, tell me, I can pay anything!"

"There is no cost, Hora can address the root cause of this problem. ”

The unicorn, who had not spoken for a long time, said in a Wood dialect that Drusilia did not understand, "I perceive your spell-like spells, MONOCULUS. You've hurt an innocent person, caused a riot, and now you want me to make amends for you?"

"Not for me, but for you. Vlamir replied in the same Wood language, "Her shed blood will give you a place to live." Don't forget your responsibility, Hora, and don't let a momentary sense of justice compromise the Unicorn Alliance. And you look at her......"

Hora Whitemane met Drusilia's tears of pleading and made a wordless compromise to the MONOCULUS. He stepped forward to the princess and said, "Pure good, for your people and for my people. ”

He lowered his head, and the spiral sharp corners lightly touched the wound, and positive energy poured into the wound and came out of the white glow. Vlamir groped with his tentacles in his mouth, then pulled out a fluorescent staff and tapped it lightly on the princess, the intense light dispelling the darkness.

When an elf saw the light, he stunned and froze in place with his hard-toed boots, then the second, then the third...... Eventually, all the elves focused their attention on the center of the light. Zhuo's vision allows them to see the muscles budding and growing, and the flaps are close together and glued. Drusilia caressed her skin in amazement, and if it weren't for the blood on her hands, it would have been like a dream. She turned around and raised her arms and shouted, "Look, I'm healed!" The princess walked into the crowd and asked the elves to confirm one by one. Commoners and aristocrats, alike alike watched the incredible and looked at the princess and the unicorn in awe. The princess walked and saw her close friend.

It took Villelet a moment to regain her memory, and all she remembered was rushing forward angrily with the crowd, shouting gibberish slogans, and then her mind went blank. When he woke up, he felt bruised, and his left leg was broken into three pieces.

Seeing her friend's injury, Drusilia immediately turned back and said, "Hora Whitemane, my friend is very badly injured, can you show your miracle again?" ”

"As long as it's not evil. "Hora used [Healing Medium Injuries] again. Villerett stood up straight in amazement. The unicorn then healed an elf with a broken rib, exhausting the day's three healings.

Ramsile's shredded socks spat out of his mouth, and it was definitely the worst fight he'd ever had. The chief priest, who had been the most wounded, had been forgotten behind him, and his sacrificial robes had become strips of rag, lying on the ground and convulsing. Turning his head to see that no one was paying attention nearby, Ramsileh stepped on the head of the chief priest and walked by, and Cloth ordered the rangers to regroup and arrest the traitors.

"Your Highness, 4o temple guards and 1 priest are already in the control zhì. In a crowded place, Ramesile still observed etiquette, and he asked in a low voice, "What should I do next?"

Drusilia looked around, thousands of elves looking at her respectfully. Although the source of the riots was the chief priests, after all, many of his compatriots were injured. I can guess how the Ofascist High Priest would spread rumors in Parliament. If you want to do it, you can send a credible ranger to report the situation here to my father, quickly. ”

"Will His Majesty agree?" Ramesile heard that the princess was planning to confront the temple.

"Trust him, and trust me. Drusilia smiled a little confidently.

......

With no more elves to stop her, Drusilia invited Vlamir and Hora to meet the elven king to discuss the covenant. So, on a midsummer night in the Tiya Forest, a special parade began. The residents of the green capital opened the doors and windows to see the elf princess and a silver-white unicorn walking side by side, a huge scaly ball floating behind them, and four fluorescent tentacles dancing in the wind. Behind them were the reverent-eyed Guardian Ranger and hundreds of elven civilians, but they looked as if they had been violently beaten.

The strong visual impact attracted all the residents, and the elves left their homes one after another, asking their fellow citizens in the procession while the procession grew. The elves, who knew things from beginning to end at the gates, felt a sense of honor, and the ones with excess artistic talent added to the story.

With a proud smile, Drusilia introduces Hora and Vlamir to the ancient buildings of the Green Capital, and deliberately makes a large circle to the palace, which results in a procession of three or four Sarri. Musicians who joined the crowd serenaded themselves to light-hearted serenades, and the arram and flute came and went. The spice growers got ahead of the princess and spread rose petals and lilac branches along the way. A young elf girl, who was about 2o years old, stumbled up to the princess and offered three garlands of flowers woven by Yamu. Drusilia takes off her crown and puts on a wreath. After obtaining Hora's permission, the wreath was placed on the spiral corners. Vlamir, on the other hand, struggled, swaying from side to side to place the garland on top of the spherical body, and his antics drew bursts of good-natured laughter.

It had not been a long time since Drusilia had been so happy, and she enjoyed the laughter and music of her compatriots until she saw the High Priest of Ofascism.

The music came to an abrupt end, the procession seemed to hit the wall, the smiles and dances disappeared, the musicians put away their instruments, the women workers panicked and hid in the crowd, and the petals were scattered all over the ground.

The archpriest of the Ofascist still had a rigid face, except for a faint glance at the unicorn and the monoculus. But the priests standing in a row next to them almost shot hatred in their eyes.

Drusilia gave the elves a reassuring look, and then stepped forward, confident and calm. She had never felt so powerful, and her strength came not only from Hora, but also from the tens of thousands of elves behind her.

"Good night, High Priest and Priests. Do you want to join us in the procession?" the elven princess had a malicious idea, and if the high priest of Ofascism had opened her mouth to rebuke her for playing with the elves without distinction of dignity, then thousands of her countrymen would be able to see the harsh face of the temple and return the hatred.

But the High Priest only said two words: "Good night, Your Highness." You have disobeyed the ruling of the Council of Elders and disgraced the sacred law, are you going to divide Tiagin?"

All the elves are like falling into the ice cellar.