"So, what should we do?"

Chi looked at the shaman.

"Don't touch the thread of fate, this is a warning from the spirits of the ancestors. ”

Andrew's expression became very serious, and after speaking, the old shaman stood up and bowed slightly to Chi, turned around tiredly, and slowly left Chi's camp. Watching the old shaman leave, he looked thoughtfully at the walls of the camp, which were empty.

"The herald decrees that no team of Princess Delisse, Ezeiro's army is allowed to intercept and attack. ”

Chi beckoned to the captain of the guard who was a henchman, and decisively gave the order.

"However, the Republic of Lokamia has sent diplomatic documents asking us to assist in the hunt for Princess Lantis. ”

The captain of the guard was a little embarrassed.

"The enemy is so nimble and cunning, although we have been chasing it, but we have never caught up. ”

Chi smiled slyly and said to the captain of the guard.

"Yes, honorable king. ”

As a confidant, if the captain of the guard still doesn't know what to do at this moment, then he can also pick up the axe again and go to the gate of the camp to stand guard.

Wandering between the Sylvia and Ezeiro borders, Relos and his party were constantly surrounded by the winged guards for the first few days, and in despair, the orc army also joined in the hunt for Princess Delis. Although Relos had scolded the old fairy king countless times in his heart, he had to accept the cruel reality that it was clear that Locamia had issued a document to Sylvia and Ezeiro to assist in the hunt for Princess Delise.

"What a spineless guy. ”

After killing an unlucky monster, Relos ruthlessly inserted the ownerless flower in his hand back on his back, and he didn't know if he was talking about the two emperors of Ezeiro and Sylvia.

However, what is surprising is that only a few days after the miserable escape in the dense forest, the pursuing orc soldiers and winged patrol team have very strangely disappeared.

"It's weird!"

Seeing that the twilight in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, finally covering the last of the light without a trace, Relos gestured to his companions and motioned for camping and resting.

Lelos leaned against the tree, chewing on a grass root in his mouth, muttering to himself, really unable to figure out what the reason was, and suddenly made both the orcs and the wingmen give up the pursuit. But whatever the reason, the Demon Wings mercenaries, who had been tense since they entered the Windy Cliff, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Remia, with her wings folded, sat alone on the trunk of the tree, silent. These days, apart from fighting, the handsome man of the Wing Clan has always kept his distance from the rest of his companions in this way. Both Relos and Delis had experienced this betrayal and loss, and they couldn't think of any words to comfort Remia except with deep concern in their eyes.

The realm of Gui'er's Demon Arrow has improved rapidly, and in almost every encounter, the Poison Demon Arrow is as elusive as a nightmare, easily harvesting the enemy's life.

Only the little fairy Lola, with pure eyes, seemed to carry a trace of unknown sadness.

"Could there be some conspiracy?"

Delis asked, looking at Relos. After the fall of Lantis, the death of her father, and the disappointment of her subjects in Panisia, the former Princess Landis has become accustomed to thinking about the worst in everything.

Her long brown hair was still braided, and the sun was shining through the treetops, and the tips of the hair on the top of her head shone with a golden glow. Although his face couldn't hide his exhaustion, the delicate face still made Relos suddenly lose his mind.

"Much more beautiful than the ladies of the imperial capital!"

After a sudden loss of consciousness, Relos couldn't help but whisper praise, and Relos suddenly found a pair of round black eyes glaring at him angrily.

"What did you say?"

Relos came back to his senses, sneering and spreading his hands, thinking to himself what was wrong, how could he be so out of shape in front of this chick.

Regardless of whether there is an unknown conspiracy, I am finally relieved anyway. The roasted monster meat was emitting an enticing aroma, and the little goblin couldn't wait to wait on the side, swallowing greedily.

Relos felt a rare relief in the past few days, and sighed secretly in his heart. In the face of such a behemoth as the Empire, such a team is vulnerable after all, even if the current Demon Wings are already in the mercenary team, the strength should not be underestimated, it is nothing more than a slight delay in the speed of destruction, and the outcome is beyond doubt.

Unless, he is a master like Lexar.

Relos' eyes flickered, a little confused. From the knight leader of Lokamia to the current Demon Wings, stumbling all the way, Relos helplessly found that his strength became more and more humble and insignificant. Although he still never felt afraid in battle, Relos was more sober about his perception of strength.

In the words of the snow falling and listening to the wind, it is really too weak!

It seems that that annoying fat man is really not wrong at all! Relos had to think of what he had to say about his group when he first saw Snow Falling in Salonia.

The big fat man who was remembered by Relos was just being disturbed by the smell of demonic beast barbecue in his deep sleep at this moment, and his nose and throat were constantly twitching, and finally forced Xueluo to give up sleeping, and his fat body suddenly woke up with a sacred yearning for food.

Lacking in magic and vindictiveness, Xue Luo listens to the wind, and is probably the most feared person in the team. In the words of Lord Xueluo: I was really scared and lost a lot of weight.

Xueluo rubbed her hands together and squatted next to Gui'er, staring at the barbecue on the fire, swallowing her saliva constantly.

The rhythm of the escape suddenly slowed down, but for the first time, the team of mercenaries who were thinking about it had an inexplicable strange atmosphere.

"What I said still valids, I'm already a member of the mercenary group. Remia looked at Relos, and there was not a trace of ripple in her calm tone. The proud winged man will never betray his promise.

Relos nodded, took the front leg of a monster from Gui'er's hand, and threw it at Remia in the tree. Remia caught it very quickly, and without looking at the people on the ground, she gnawed alone.

The corners of Relos's mouth raised a subtle smile, in his memory, it seemed that no mercenary group could recruit wingmen to join, how could the wingmen who claimed to be the people of the heavenly realm regard humans and orcs as their partners.

Quiet night.

In the second half of the night, Delis, who was standing guard, nodded to Relos, who woke up, and signaled that it was still all night, except for the occasional warcraft accidentally breaking in, and no trace of the pursuers was found.

In the border forest, the sun has not yet come out, and the morning dew is misty and crystal clear. Relos greedily breathed in the fresh air, feeling the power in his body. The constant wars made Relos feel that the fighting spirit in his body was about to break through again. Sure enough, constant fighting is the crucible of martial arts. Relos sighed, and couldn't help but think of what one of the old marshals in Lokamia's army had said.

Now that Sylvia's patrols are no longer visible, Remia should also be no longer threatened for the time being. Ezeiro's orc army also no longer appears, and the mission of Demon Wings returns to Delith. Although Kashmir is getting closer and closer, the confidence in killing the fairy king Christie is getting less and less, and the confidence is not blind arrogance and arrogance, but needs to be built on his own strength.

It still goes around the border of Sylvia, but because of the presence of Remia, it is impossible to penetrate deep into the hinterland of Sylvia, so it can only move slowly through the border forest. On the seventh day of the journey, they finally reached the place near the junction of Sylvia and Locamia, the Lost Land.

On almost all of Camlandor's adventurer maps, the Lost Lands are marked with only these four words, and the rest are blank. This area of Locamia, Sylvia, and Ezeiro, where the three forces meet, has always been a forbidden place for adventurers.