The fire extinguished with a hissing sound, and a puff of white smoke rose. "It's not all as simple as you elves think, it's just black and white.

The mage has saved us many times. I began to believe in his reasoning—I confess that I find it easier to believe than blind faith!"

"You elves?!" exclaimed. "You sound like a human!

Tanncellus, you have a lot more elven blood in you than you would like to admit!

You used to say that you didn't grow a beard to hide your pedigree, and I believe you.

But now I'm not sure. I've been among humans long enough to know what they think of elves!

I'm proud that I'm an elf.

But you're not! You're ashamed! Why? Because of the human woman you're in love with, what's her name?

"Shut up, Lorana!" roberts yelled.

Robert no longer wants to think about that long past, he just wants to live the present and cherish the people and things in front of him.

Angrily, he threw a torch to the ground and strode over to the elven woman standing in the doorway.

"If you want to talk about human relations, what about you and Elistan? He may be a Palatine priest, but he's also a man—I'm sure you know that! I've only heard you say it every day—"

He began to pick up her voice in a strange tone, "'Elistan is wise,' 'Just ask Elistan and he will know what to do,' 'Listen to Elistan, Robert—"

"How can you live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?" said Lolana unceremoniously.

"I love Elistan, I respect him. He was the most thoughtful and wise man I have ever met.

He was willing to sacrifice himself and lived his life for others. But I only loved one, and I only loved one person, although I began to wonder if it was the right thing to do!

You said in the terrible Slamorelli that I behave like a little girl, so it is best to grow up quickly.

I've grown up, half-elf Robert.

Over the past few months, I have seen death and witnessed countless sufferings. I've never been so scared!

I learned how to fight, how to go and kill my enemies. Everything made me feel extremely sad and struggling until I became numb.

But what saddens me even more is to see that you still have clear eyes. “

"I never considered myself a saint, Lorana. Robert said quietly.

The silver and red moon rose, and though it wasn't a full moon, it was still bright enough for Robert to see the tears rolling in Lolana's big eyes.

He reached out to put his arm around her, but she subconsciously took a step back.

"You probably never think so. She said indignantly. "But you're clearly trying to make us think so!"

Ignoring his outstretched hand, she grabbed a torch from the wall and stepped into the dark passages of the kingdom of Sobadin.

Robert stared blankly at her back, her honey-colored hair reflecting the firelight, watching her graceful figure fade away like the poplar tree of her hometown.

Robert stood for a moment, looking at her back, scratching at the thick red beard that no other elf grew.

He pondered Lorana's last few words and couldn't help but think of Ella.

Think of her fluffy black curls, her irascible, self-assertive personality, and her strong, light body that she had worked out to become a female swordsman.

However, the image slowly faded away, replaced by clear, calm elven eyes.

The sound of thunder echoed through the mountains. The mechanism that moves the huge stone door activates, causing the stone door to slowly close.

Robert watched it close and decided not to go in.

"Locked up in the grave. He smiled as he remembered Stone as he thought of his words, but he also felt a chill in his heart.

He stood still for a moment, watching the heavy stone door stand between him and Lorana.

The stone door made a heavy muffled thud and slammed shut. The mountain walls became cold and devoid of any living thing.

Robert sighed, tightened his cloak, and headed for the forest. Even sleeping in the snow is much better than sleeping underground.

The Plains of Ash, which must pass before heading to Tassis, must also be sealed under layers of snow at this moment.

As he walked, thinking about the journey ahead, Robert looked up at the night sky.

It shimmered with beautiful starlight, but two voids obscured the original unfeigned beauty, the two missing constellations that Rodlis spoke of.

The hollowness of the sky, the same hollowness in my heart.

After a heated argument with Lolana, Robert is almost happy that he can start the rest of his journey.

Everyone agreed to leave, and he knew that the group of friends did not feel that they would find a home among the refugees.

The preparation for this trip left him with a lot to do. He could tell he didn't care that Lolana was avoiding him.

At the beginning of the trip, the weather was pleasant for everyone, almost back to autumn.

The sun shone on the earth and drove away all the chill. Only Rodlis still wears the heaviest cloak.

At first they crossed the northern edge of the plain, and they were all laughing and chattering with each other, and they were all very happy to talk about the old days when they lived in Ville.

No one mentions the dark and evil things they have experienced recently, as if they can use their willpower to make the same thing happen again in the bright future.

At night, Ilistan would be around the campfire explaining what he had just learned from the platinum disc he had brought with him.

His story warmed their empty hearts and strengthened their faith. Even Robert, who had spent his whole life searching for the true faith, was now in front of him, but he was more critical of it.

I'm starting to feel like it's really worth believing.

He tried to believe it, but something stood in his way - every time he looked at Lorana, he knew in his heart what was holding him back.

Until he settles his inner struggles, the warring human and elven bloodlines within him will not quiet him.

Only Rodrith did not join in their discussions, and the happy chatter, frolic and chatter around the campfire had nothing to do with him.

The mage spent his days studying his spell book.

If he is disturbed, he will speak ill of him. After dinner (he ate very little).

He would sit alone on the grass, looking at the night sky, the two empty hollows, reflected in his hourglass-deep eyes.

After a few days, everyone's mood began to get low. The sun was obscured by the clouds, and the cold north wind was blowing.

Suddenly it snowed heavily, and for a whole day they were trapped in their caves by a blizzard and unable to move.

Although no one could say why, they sent out double guards at night, and the threat and pressure became more and more apparent. River Breeze looked worriedly at the footprints left behind him.

As Hubble said, a blind valley dwarf can also track them. The sense of threat became more and more apparent, as if someone was listening to them at any time.

But who will appear on this plain of ashes that has been untouched for nearly three hundred years?

The dragon sighed, stretched its wide wings, and pulled its body out of the comfort of the hot spring.

He emerged from a cloud of water vapor and walked cautiously into the cold wind. The icy winter breeze stung his delicate nose and throat.

He resisted the urge to return to the hot springs and began to climb the cliff in front of him.

The dragon angrily climbed the rocks that had been soaked in the hot steam of the hot springs and then frozen.

The stones shattered under his feet and rolled into the valley below.

He accidentally slipped and lost his balance for a while. Spreading his massive wings, he easily regained his balance, but it only made him feel more unpleasant.

The early morning sun illuminated the mountain peaks, caressing the dragon's blue scales, reflecting the light in the sunlight, but not making him feel the slightest warmth.

The dragon shivered again and stepped on the icy ground. Winter is not suitable for blue dragons, and even less for traveling in such places.

Especially after a long night, he had this thought in his head. Blue Sky helplessly searched for his master.

He found his master on a jutting rock, with a hideous helmet and blue dragon scale armor, and his appearance was very intimidating.

The dragoon's cloak fluttered behind him, looking intently at the endless plains beneath his feet.

"Your Excellency, please go back to your tent. "Let me go back to the hot springs!" he thought to himself. "The wind is biting, why can't you get along with yourself?"

Lan Tian guessed that the dragoon general might be observing the terrain, arranging the order of the troops' advance and retreat, and the way the dragon formation attacked.

But this was not the case, and the plan to attack Tarsis had long been planned by another dragoon, the same lord who had ruled the Red Dragons in the land.

The Red Dragons and their dragoons will control the North, but here I am now, standing in this southern land where birds do not lay eggs, and Blue Eyes thought displeasedly.

Behind me was a whole group of blue dragons, who looked down at the brethren who were happily soaking in the hot springs to dispel the chill of the biting wind.

Idiot!, Blue-Eyed thought mockingly.

They waited for the dragoon's command to destroy the city and destroy the enemy with deadly lightning from their mouths.

Their faith in the dragoons was so strong that Blueeye admits that their master has led them to victory after victory, and has lost a dragon at the end of the day.

They left the question to me because I was the mount of the Dragoon, and I was most familiar with the Dragoon. Well, yes, the Dragoon and I do get to know each other.

"There's no reason for us to go to Tarsis. Blue Sky spoke his mind bluntly.

He was not afraid of dragoons. Unlike other dragons, they reluctantly obey their masters, believing that they are the true masters.

Blue-Eyes respects his master, and even loves him a little. "The Red Dragons don't want us here, that's for sure, and we really can't do that.

The city that fascinates you so easily will fall.

There were no troops in it, and they fell for our tricks and ran away to the distant frontiers. “

"We're here because the spies have reported that they're here too, or that they're coming soon," the dragoon replied briefly.

Although the sound was low, it overwhelmed the momentum of the strong wind.

"They...... They ......," the dragon paced the rock to himself. "We put aside the war in the north, wasted precious time, and gave up the steel that was about to arrive.

It's just for a bunch of annoying adventurers!"

"You know, wealth doesn't mean anything to me. I can buy Tarsis if I want. ”

The dragoon will caress the back of the blue dragon's neck with an icy glove, and the ice makes a cracking sound.

"The war in the North has been going well, and Ireakas doesn't mind my departure, Bakaris is a nice young officer who knows my army almost as well as I do.

Don't forget, Blue-Eye, they're no ordinary wanted criminals, these 'annoying adventurers' killed Fernan. “

"Wow! That man would have dug his own grave long ago. He was enchanted and lost in his true purpose. ”

The dragon looked at his master. This must also be used as a warning to others. ”

"Enchanted? Yes, Meng Min is enchanted. Some people should be more serious about the problems he is obsessed with.

He was a pastor, and he knew how much damage the knowledge of the true God could do if it spread among the people. The dragoon will answer.

"Now, according to the report, there is a leader among the human race named Elistan, who has become the priest of Paladin. The worshippers of Mishakai brought the magic of healing back to the earth.

No, you're wrong, Fierce Min was quite visionary. This is indeed very dangerous, and we should stop him quickly, rather than stand idly by. ”

The dragon groaned disdainfully as an expression of its impatience.

"This pastor Elistan did not lead the people. He was leading eight hundred poor refugees who had just escaped from the mines of New Grande. Now they are trapped at the South Gate along with the Alpine Dwarves. ”

The dragon sat on the rock, finally feeling the morning light bring a hint of warmth to his scales.

"And, according to the secret reports of the spies, they are now heading for Tarsis, and tonight, Elistan will be our prisoner.

Even if it's a Palatine priest, what can he do!"

"Elistan is of no use to us. The dragoon will shrug his shoulders uninterestedly.

"He's not the guy I'm looking for. ”

"Isn't it?" Blue Eye looked up in surprise. "And who is it?"

"There are three people I'm particularly curious about. I'll give you a description of each one!" Dragoons will be closer to the blue sky, "and it is because of them that we will join the siege of Tacis tomorrow." These are the people we're looking for. ”

Robert walked on the frozen plains, his boots clamouring on the snow step by step.

The sun rose slowly behind him, giving off a lot of dazzling light, but it didn't emit much heat.

He grabbed his cloak and looked around, making sure his companions had followed.

The group marched straight down the road, each in the footsteps of the one before them, and the heavy and strong ones in front, responsible for clearing the way for the weakened companions behind.