After the Battle of the Plains of Griva, the flying ship traffic industry in southern Osiria suffered severe losses. Not only that, because of the cancellation of Black Wing's shares in China Southern Airlines, China Southern Airlines is on the verge of bankruptcy, and less than 20 of the nearly 100 routes are now struggling to maintain.

The negative impact of the war, at least in the near term, will not have any positive effect on people's livelihoods.

"Recently, it has been a lot of trouble to apply for a visa for Dongdu Linhai. ”

This was Violet's complaint, because the flight ship route was vacant, and the journey that should have been made in three days to the northern border of the eastern Rinhai was delayed to five days. Due to the penetrating wound on his shoulder and the broken meridians, Luo Wei'an was almost completely unable to gather the dark essence in his body. However, as for Mastma and Francis, although they all suffered a lot of injuries, they were mainly due to the damage to the meridians caused by excessive force mobilization, which was far less severe than that of Luo Wei'an.

However, fortunately, the strength of the current Xiao Long mercenary group is still strong, and a team of bodyguards on the surface and a few masters hidden in the shadows were sent by Joshua to take charge of the safety of this group. In fact, if everyone can hide their identities carefully, their safety score can be much higher than now, but considering the inhumane terrorist organization like Flying Flower Temple, if they don't hear from their group, it is likely that they will target their home on the border of Minar Forest to coerce their own side.

Therefore, these people could not choose to return to the Minar Forest in the first place, and they had to maintain a certain high profile in order to keep the attention of the Flying Flower Courtyard and the Cross Brigade here. This was followed by numerous attacks along the way, although not very strong. But the endless assassination methods really made Mastma's back cold several times. If it weren't for Joshua's keen discernment, who was well versed in this way, I am afraid they would have been dead in the wilderness before they had traveled a hundred kilometers.

Let these two leaders of the Xiao Long mercenary group act as their bodyguards. At least from Lovian and Mastma's point of view, it's hard to go, and not just because of who they are. It's even more because the two of them have always maintained the same respectful attitude towards the high-level demons along the way. It would have been okay if it had been before, but in the current state of almost being alone, their attitude made Lovian feel a sense of desolation and guilt that his mission had not yet been completed.

Poisonous needles that were shot into the fabric they used as pillows with a precision shooting device from the mountainside, and the poisonous, odorless, and highly poisonous poison that had a delay of action for several hours was thrown into the stream water, and even blessed the mouthparts of the surrounding blood-sucking mosquitoes with a magic array of neurotoxins...... It's all this kind of unbelievable means, for these few demons who used to have a very high status in the demon race, and these small methods have never been seen, in addition to being afraid, they have gained a lot of knowledge.

One evening five days later. Followed by four or five guards wrapped in thick dust-proof robes, the two leaders of the Xiao Long Mercenary Regiment, three demons, and a human squeezed into the empty old wooden door of the Golden Cherry Blossom Clan (the elves call their own race) embassy branch in the northwest corner of the Victorian Inland Sea.

Although it is not difficult to force the pass if you want to continue to maintain a high profile, for Lovian, who still owes Mercedes favors, he is very unloving about this choice. Coupled with the fact that he was soon going to have a headache about how to explain to Mercedes the problem of Orca, which he barely said a word along the way, he didn't even make any second plans for his plans.

Despite the fact that the two-storey, one-square-meter embassy was made of human materials and decorated by Terran craftsmen, the elves who lived here all year round still dressed it up according to their own customs, and were full of excess life that would always be unique to other races.

The pollen in the air made Lovian sneeze hard. Pulling the wings behind his back, which had not yet fully healed, brought a burst of annoying stinging pain. The wings, which were originally part of their limbs, were quite smooth when they were accessed again. Under the delicate control of Mafei and Orka, there was hardly much blood coming out when the wound on the broken part of the wing on the back was removed. It's just that there is something wrong with the reconnection of the meridians, it seems that these wings don't like that their master is no longer the strong man who once had the strength of the fifth level against the sky, so in the past few days. Although the wings behind Lovian were completely integrated with his body in terms of blood vessels, his nerves still couldn't mobilize his wings even a simple vibration. Not to mention that it flies or gathers dark elements.

But even so, the joy of recovering his severed limb still brought Lovian a good mood along the way. Even the overt and covert assassinations from the Cross Brigade and the Flying Flower Courtyard that were eye-opening did not dampen his interest.

"Boom, boom!—"

A series of metal ballistas erupted from a corner of the rocky shore to the west, and the shrill sound of breaking wind caused everyone to frown and cover their ears, but no one paid any attention to the matter. The finger-thick metal crossbow arrows emitted a burst of light in midair, and a small beam of scattered arrows suddenly exceeded the speed of sound under the acceleration of the magic array, sending out a small sonic boom in the air around them.

However, although the speed was several times faster, in a very low mass state, it was impossible for the small crossbow arrows to penetrate the force field shield that had been with them for several days without dissipating, although the blued arrows carried some kind of poison unknown to them.

A choking smell came, and Mastema fluttered her wings to blow the fugitive poisonous mist into the hall full of flowers and plants. The colorless poisonous fog had a rapid effect on the verdant foliage just as the photograph had been exposed, and in the blink of an eye, the green leaves turned into a lifeless yellow, and then turned into bits of debris scattered under the barometric shear force of the arrows.

"Ahhh!!h

The sound that is so close to the hearing frequency limit of the demon eardrum can of course only belong to the vocal cords of the elf race, and the imaginary scene that I thought was a beautiful and unearthly elf rushing to the flower pot was suddenly shattered in the action of an elderly elf rushing to the flower pot in a panic. The old elf took out a bottle of vitality potion from his pocket and poured it into the potted soil with drooping leaves, ignoring the few stunned guests around.

The crisp mint smell proves that this bottle of vighora must be expensive. The potion, which is considered a luxury for people, is used in a pot of weeds that can be pulled out on a street corner, and even Francis, who has lived in a wealthy family since childhood, can't help but feel slightly distressed.

The old elven woman trembled, her pointed ears like the flowers and leaves in her hands, and she straightened up suddenly. Pointing with his sharp fingertips at Mastma, who was standing at the front, he chattered for ten minutes in Elven with a strong accent that they didn't understand.

Ten minutes later.

"There is no threat around. Joshua fiddled with the slender metal tube in his hand. This is a high-cost titanium alloy with a strong magic affinity, and it is impossible for ordinary small organizations to be willing to use titanium to make this kind of consumables. Coupled with the special remote-controlled sniper equipment used to fire the crossbow machine, in addition to the national secret services, only the Cross Brigade or the Flying Flower Academy, which has never shown its full strength, will not care about such combat attrition.

"That's not the crux of the matter. Luo Wei'an sighed, and quietly looked at this old elf who was probably five times his age, as the head of this remote embassy, he lived a life of not looking at people all day long, and his temper must not be any better, so the problem of visas ......

The old elf pulled open the drawer with an unkind face. Shoved a bunch of tables that had been bitten out by bookworms with several artistic patterns in front of them.

Origin: Edelstein, Rue des Champs, Cogwheel City, now Minar...... Ethnicity...... Of course, it's the Demon ......" Luo Weian muttered in a low voice, trying to recall the time when he had just "thawed" in the Leban mine, and the household registration procedures that the rebels had organized for him. Later, with the quiet efforts of Luo Wei'an, he also successfully helped Mastma get a set of household registration, of course, they are all self-employed, and he is the only one in the household registration book.

This kind of thing was certainly fine for Joshua and Violet, who had official hukous, but when they saw Orca write, "Grivar. Nanyang, No. 1 Central Avenue of Black Wings", he was still so frightened that he almost made some radical moves.

Orka shook her head, laboriously filling out the form with her fingers that had not yet faded the scars, and pushed it back in front of the old elf.

Strangely, the elf didn't have any change in his eyes. Not even the effort to see the pale little face under Orka's burqa was not enough, and the golden seal in his hand was raised halfway to the mouth, just as it was time to seal it. The voice that could not hear the vicissitudes of age at all sounded again, and it was an extremely standard lingua franca.

"One last item. What is the purpose of your coming to Dongdu Linhai?"

"Seek medical attention. Lovian replied in his early plan.

"Is there any proof?" the old elf didn't even look at them, and turned over the text in his hand with a clattering sound.

“...... Proof?"

"Proof of the establishment of a national medical institution at or above the second level. You can't get a visa without a certificate. ”

"Uh...... This—"

Without saying a word, Mastma moved Lovian's body over. Then with one hand tore open his loose burqa.

The unhealed wound on Lovian's quartz-colored back was still clear, and although it had healed for the most part, the minor surgery to remove the hypertrophic tissue had left him with a large wound, and the wound still looked quite hideous. But the main thing is the pair of lifeless wings, which any normal elf would be able to detect through his sensitivity to the elements of life.

The old elf raised his unusually clear eyes, glanced at Lovian's rather sturdy back, and then without saying a word, he stamped the seal in his hand, and the seal with the magic power of the unique anti-counterfeiting message fluctuated on the table, and under the effect of unknown magic, the seemingly fragile form folded inward in an instant, and in a moment it became a golden metal card.

Hurriedly leaving the embassy branch that was full of unfriendly atmosphere, he hurriedly rode the mount provided by the Xiao Long mercenary group, and caught up with the only flying ship of the week in three hours.

Although the elven clan Dongdu Linhai is a country that is not open compared to other races, it obviously has nothing to do with the word closed country. In the midst of Osiria, which is full of panic, it is a good idea to choose to go to the elven territory that is not in dispute with the world to avoid the limelight for a while.

The flying ship is filled with travelers of all races. Of course, it is mostly Terran. The noise and smell of the Terrans forced the demon-dominated team to hide in a corner, and Francis, as the only human being, had apparently learned a lot of demonic habits.

"Your parents...... Who does your demon bloodline come from?"

"Oh, my dear daddy. Verin sat bored on a box. Leaning on waxed plywood, "the visa says 'visit relatives.'" My brother and I have been thinking about finding time to go to the Dark City. ”

"Is your mother there too?" asked Mastma.

"Naw. Yes, she's a vigilante there. But when we were children, we grew up in the Southern Snow Region, and after the affairs of the Xiao Long Mercenary Group were completed, we took our parents to the dark city, where the environment was better after all, although the house prices were more expensive. ”

"Dark City can be regarded as the first international city in history with a real significance, with 20 percent of the total population being foreigners. Joshua said lightly, "However, in the past five hundred years of the Harmuniya control of the elven clan, the output value and general rating of the dark city have decreased year by year, and now it is not even half of the Yuehua calendar period. The most glorious era of the Twin Cities of Light and Dark. We just can't see it. ”

Lovian didn't pay much attention to this, and listened carefully as many humans sat around him with flasks and talked about the most mysterious event in Osilia from the previous period, the disappearance of the Black Wing Order.

The pain nerves weren't even connected, so Luo Weian didn't dare to lean on his wings at will, for fear of unknowingly causing some trouble such as hypoxic necrosis or soft tissue contusion, but listening carefully to the conversation between the humans around him and a few demon spirits floating in mid-air made him not focus on his sore back.

"Ahh The waves of magical elements that swept across the continent like that can only be triggered by the gods!God did not abandon us, and the gods saved us from the threat of the Black Wing!" A human believer with the emblem of the Earth Holy Cult on his chest said loudly and reverently to his fellow clansmen around him. It drew the displeasure of several demon spirits in the sky above him, which were only the size of human palms.

The other pedantic-looking old man apparently disagreed with these words of utopian idealism, and when the praise of God had come to an end, he cleared his throat and said in a mid-air baritone:

"The power of God is inevitable. But there is also our human effort, and without the joint efforts of His Majesty, the Knights, and the Earth Holy Cult, God would not feel our loyalty. and there will be no divine punishment. I think this is called divine punishment. Is it also caused by our human efforts and wisdom?" continued the old scholar in an unquestioning tone, "please allow my disrespect. Since the lunar calendar, there have been no miracles in Osiria. Why should we believe that the fall of the Black Wings of the South must have been because of our power that moved the gods?"

"--I wonder why you've been chattering about the rights and wrongs of the human race? Black Wings has the efforts of other races besides your human efforts!" A small demon flew above the old pedant, and stomped his foot in the air in a bit of anger.

"Ah...... That's what this demon friend said. The old pedant nodded hurriedly, the conflict between races was a topic that every intelligent life in Osiria was unwilling to mention, about the Patriotic War that almost destroyed Osiria in the past, "With the efforts of various intelligent races, we have used our own power to summon the power left by the gods in this world - I think this is the truth." ”

The believer who looked like a priest twisted his body in dissatisfaction, but the current human race is not like five hundred years ago and was full of terrible beliefs about the three creators of the world needed for war, and in the gradual development of science and technology, materialism has gradually taken root in the hearts of the people, whether it is the same clan of this priest or the demon clan fluttering in mid-air or a few elven races who are watching coldly from the sidelines, there are obviously more people who support the old pedant.

Lovian carefully judged that there was no deliberate slander against Orka, and Orka, who sat quietly alone and slightly farther away from others, shrouded his whole body in the shadow of a loose burqa, which also seemed to cut off the flow of information between himself and the outside world.

"Orca......" Lovian cautiously leaned in Orca's direction.

Orka nodded, signaling that she heard him.

"Why, why did you choose to go to the Dark City with us, you know...... Mercedes should be there too, I'm afraid she won't be very friendly to you. ”

Orka nodded.

"Why don't you choose to follow Joshua's arrangement, separate from us at Evado, and be escorted to the Minnar Forest by their men? ”

"Lowe ......" Orka's voice was like some kind of fragile silverware, with a certain sense of illusion that could be broken at the touch of a button, "Lowe thinks about Orka too complicated......"

"Because, because of Siu?" (to be continued......)