"Don't move——!!!" A loud shout frightened Yi Meng Jieyu and the two of them, who had just entered the hall, trembled, and then there was a sound of Caracalla's guns being loaded like the sound of rain all around. When the two of them reacted, they found that dozens of people hiding in the hall were raising their guns at them, and even outside the door where they had just entered, two gunmen came out of nowhere.

Dong Jieyu was frightened for a while, but after looking around to confirm the situation, he calmed down. Because all the people who surround them are humans!

"Don't shoot! We're Terrans!" The guns were still facing them, and Jie Yu was embarrassed......

"I thought it was a dog of some upper race who came in and sent it to death, but it turned out to be the same race. A voice came from one part of the hall, the same voice as the loud shout that had come before—a wild, powerful, and powerful female voice. A plump and muscular figure stepped out from behind the pillars of the hall and was the owner of the female voice.

"Alright, put the gun down. The woman was dressed in a strong suit, with a pistol, bullets, and grenades at her waist, and a short sword hidden in the side of her boots, the hilt of which was exposed to the outside of the boot for use in close combat, and she was dressed like a female soldier.

With the woman's order, the surrounding Terran soldiers lowered their guns.

But after the Millennial War, Ember has abolished all military organizations in the Realm, and even if there is an army, it is only an aristocratic army that serves the upper races. However, the woman in front of her still has the equipment and appearance of those gunmen, not to mention the noble soldiers, she feels more like a bandit.

But by observing the military emblems on their clothes, Dong Jieyu quickly understood their identities, and the soaring white eagle pattern was the symbol of the rebels. It is one of the few existences in this world that dares to resist the embers, and is regarded as an outlier by the masses, slandered as a terrorist by the media, and a tenacious organization that bears the burden of humiliation.

The woman who belonged to the rebel army swaggered in front of Jie Yu, looked at him savagely, and then glanced at Yi Meng, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a flirtatious tone: "Yo yo yo ~ beast spirit?" As he spoke, he deliberately pinched a pair of cat ears on the top of Yimeng's head.

The lady's frivolous behavior obviously caused Yi Meng's dissatisfaction, and she snorted, her little face bulged out with anger, and her face was red. Look at her vitality, and feel the heat coming out of her head.

The sturdy woman ignored the unhappy Yimeng, and instead focused on the wounded person behind Jieyu, Xue'er. At this moment, the eyes of the woman who looked frivolous and casual suddenly became sharp, and the eyes of the charming and wild apricot flashed with obvious hostility.

"She's a nobleman?" the female soldier looked at Jie Yu in an interrogating tone.

Jie Yu is really not sure about this question, Xue'er's body is full of jewels, and her appearance and temperament are also peerless nobles, but this is not the basis for determining her origin.

In fact, in the current society, where various races are divided into three, six, nine, and so on, there are many girls who come from commoner families but yearn for a life of material abundance. Coupled with their good appearance, they will use their appearance to become the upper class for their better life or future. That kind of girl, when she has the conditions, will dress up like a young lady from a noble background.

But no matter how similar they may be in appearance and temperament, they still don't have one thing that contemporary aristocrats must have—that is, curse seals.

After the establishment of the nobility in the Embers, in order to be able to distinguish between the nobles and commoners of the lower races, the high-ranking magicians of the Embers came up with a way to make a contract with them with the magic brand, and the magic brand was the spell mark. All nobles have a hidden spell mark on their foreheads, which can react with the blood of the superior race, and the true appearance of the brand will emerge when it touches the blood of the upper race.

The Lady Soldier didn't seem to expect Jieyu to answer her question, and took a vial from her pocket, unscrewed the cap, and a few drops of scarlet liquid landed on the tip of her index finger - it was the blood of the dark elves.

She tapped Xue'er's forehead with her bloodstained fingers, and Dong Jieyu, who was carrying Xue'er, didn't dare to move, and her heart was very nervous. He subconsciously sensed that these people had obvious hostility towards the nobles, and if Cher was really a nobleman, then the three of them would be in a very awkward situation, and in the worst case, they might even be shot on the spot.

The blood from the female soldier's finger wound stained Xue'er's forehead and stayed on the skin, forming a small bead of blood, which did not immediately slide down the skin, but stayed quietly. At this moment, the time between the crowd seemed to be condensed.

Jie Yu observed the bead of blood with his peripheral vision, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead. But the bead of blood on Xue'er's forehead seemed to be much more stubborn than the bead of sweat on his forehead, and there was no need to move for a few seconds. If the blood seeps into Cher's forehead and a bright red curse mark appears, then this is ironclad proof that Cher is a nobleman. Then Jieyu has to prepare for the worst......

"......Shh ”

Jie Yu did not approve of her words, but he did not argue with her. Obviously, the female soldier's thoughts are a little extreme, and under the crisis of the whole race, the same race should try to let go of the past and seek the future together.

"Mir! come out!" the lady soldier shouted, and at the same time, outside the door of the hall, a childish child's voice sounded, startling Jie Yu, "Okay~ Sister Leona." ”

As the child's voice fell, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy jumped into his sight, and he couldn't help but feel the boy's concealment skills, and when the three of them entered the hall, they didn't even notice that the boy was hiding in the door!

The elven race was already scarce, and after the thousand-year war, the elven race that hated war but was poisoned by war was all hidden in the troubled times, no longer asking about the world, and only wanted to live peacefully in the mountains and forests. But there are also elves who yearn for the prosperity of the outside world and go on adventures outside the elf kingdom, but after all, such elves are a minority, even in Qingyu City, a multi-racial trading city, elves are also one in a million. Now, Jie Yu actually has a living elf in front of him, and the elf who is disgusted with war is still mixed with the rebels!

"Mir!" Leona's deep and loud voice broke Jieyu's thoughts, and she gave orders to the boy Mir in righteous words, word by word loud and powerful: "There are wounded! Take them to Mr. White's side." The injuries are more serious, so don't be ado!"

Mir Lizheng, saluted solemnly, stepped in front of Dong Jieyu and his party, and waved his hand: "Please come with me." "It's very cute.

Dong Jieyu was stunned at first, then smiled with relief, and cast a respectful look at Leona. It turns out that this Iron Lady is also a knife-mouthed tofu heart, even if she is prejudiced against a woman like Xue'er in her heart, she still chooses to lend a hand in the end.

The Elven Boy Soldier led Jie Yu and his party through the halls and corridors, through the outpatient building, and towards the inpatient department. Entering the wards of the inpatient department, the fleeing citizens who had been sheltered by the rebels were scattered and visible in the corridors and wards.

The refugees weren't as panicked and noisy as Jie Yu had first thought, they were all silent and solemn, and some were crying softly in the corner or weeping as a family. Obviously, in the face of this catastrophe that fell from the sky without warning, it was difficult for these mortals who had been living in comfort to accept the reality.

At this time, it seems that the mystery of the hospital has also been revealed, and the upper race near the hospital was killed by these rebels; And the reason why there is no one near the hospital is also because they host refugees in the vicinity; And Yi Meng couldn't feel any magic and fighting energy, because these soldiers were not cultivators, and they didn't have magic and fighting energy. As for the elf boy, it is estimated that he has not yet reached the age of awakening power.

When you reach the upper floors of the wards, you can hear painful moans coming from each room in the corridors, and occasionally you can see a body covered in a white cloth on a hospital bed, and a medical soldier in a white vest over his military uniform hurrying back and forth between the corridor and the ward, which is the shelter for the wounded of the rebels.

Mir continued to walk up with Jieyu and the others until they reached the end of the corridor on the top floor, in front of an office.

"Mr. White, there's a sick man here, his right hand is badly injured, and Sister Leona has asked you to take care of it!" Mir shouted without knocking on the office door.

After a brief burst of movement in the office, a bald middle-aged man opened the door.