In front of everyone's eyes, Ainia, a weak woman who had no strength and was extremely thin, slowly got up without fear. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The knight sensed from the resoluteness on her face, and hurriedly shouted, "Stop her!

The slave catcher who was awakened by the knight's roar woke up from a dream.

He seemed to be forced by Ania's pride before, and he was stunned to let Ainia stand up in front of the eyes of countless people, but one thing he knew very well was that he seemed to feel the infinite power contained in his thin body just now, which shocked him.

When he came to his senses, he didn't know exactly how he "fell into the demon" just now, but it didn't matter, he would complete the knight's request first.

It's very simple, after all, Ainia is just an ordinary person, not even a professional.

He was going to make Ainia fall to his knees directly, but before he could make a move, just as he had this meaning, a roar had stopped him.

"You dare!"

The roar simply penetrated into the depths of his heart! This ordinary temple guard disguised slave catcher felt the horror in his heart at this time, even if his faith was pious.

He was directly suppressed by this sound!

Verrell doesn't know psychic spells, she is better at direct spell bombardment, but even so, there is an inexplicable power under a roar, directly shocking the caretaker who is about to make a move on the spot!

Ainia didn't pay any attention to the immediate threat, but just squinted at the white lion knight, and the indifference in his eyes made the knight's heart shrink.

He felt something wrong from this sight, that sight, indifference, indifference to death!

He knew that he had to make a move, but a hesitation in his heart for no reason made him stand up, and he didn't do it immediately, maybe it was because of his status?

This hesitation is a moat, drawing the beginning of the end of this prologue ceremony.

Ainia looked directly at Verreel, who noticed Ania's expression, and her heart fluttered, and a wave of sorrow welled up in her heart.

In the eyes of the knight, he was indifferent and fearless, but in the eyes of Verel, who was familiar with Ania, it was a different look.

She felt a strong belief and a shared hope that the Moon Elves would survive!

This woman who is not a professional, just an ordinary moon elf, who can only help Verel with some chores, shouts and asks for it.

"Verrell, stand, don't kneel, you're here, the moon elves are here, don't worry about us!"

In the end, as if her heart was broken, as if she was crying loudly, and it seemed to be the last cry of her life, she shouted her last heart to Verrell, proving her persistence:

"The Moon Elves will never be slaves!"

"Don't!" Verrell, who already knew what Ainia was going to do, finally wiped her tears and stretched out her hand, as if trying to make a final persuasion.

But Ainia was determined.

She laughed and cried, and slammed into the knife of the slave catcher who was guarding her as the White Lion Knight roared......

The members who were shocked by Verrell hadn't reacted yet, and it was already too late.

At the last moment, he seemed to see a ray of relief in the eyes of the weak black-haired moon elf, which seemed to have a yearning for tomorrow, and also seemed to be an expectation for the future, but also a little bit of loneliness, because she could no longer see it.

The guard was dumbfounded,

Dumbfounded,

It seems that I have seen something else, and I feel a little uncomfortable inexplicably with the five flavors of grains in my heart!

I could only look at Ainia who fell to the ground one last time, and was stunned.

But presumably, the consciousness revealed in those silver eyes will never be forgotten for the rest of my life.

There was silence.

The clown was stunned, the knight was stunned, and the slave catchers were stunned.

In their minds, the Moon Elves without the belief in the gods are just a plate of scattered sand, what is the use of only a virtual elven ancient god? But what happened in reality made them all silent.

Rather than a belief in the gods, but a strange idea that blends adherence to one's own people with faith in the ancient gods?

An alternative warrior monk consciousness, the soul of an ancestor?

They couldn't guess it in a short time.

They were lost in thought and shock, and most of them were, but there were people who didn't fall into such a cycle.

Luo He, who was still looking at Ainia's corpse with complicated eyes, seemed to see Jian Qiu's figure in a trance.

He didn't say much about these two, and Jian Qiu only had one body, but now looking at the two moon elves who were sticking to righteousness before and after, he seemed to understand something......

The last group of plausible believers in the ancient gods of the elves, I'm afraid it's really not just the last faith, there must be other ......

Before he could think too much about it, or to comfort Verrell, another cry came from his ears.

"The Moon Elves will never be slaves!"

With a shout, Seryusa slammed into the card's sharp edge.

This is the most devastating method, when the hostages in the hands of the slave catchers have all "disappeared", then Verrell naturally does not need to be threatened by these things, this is a way to no way.

But the fat-faced clown is not an ordinary member of the guarding Ainia, he didn't have a moment of carelessness and no action, he just reached out to block it.

frowned, as if he was afraid of biting his tongue and committing suicide, he took out a small round card in his right hand and threw it at Seryusha, who had been struggling constantly, and stood directly on the spot as if she had been fixed.

That round card does seem to have some effect of immobilization.

But the fat-faced clown didn't have a trace of pride, he quickly turned his head to look at Capelle, and saw that the latter was still asleep, so naturally there would be no moths, and he was a little relieved, turned his head and roared at the white lion knight, and he no longer had the previous giggle and haha.

"Stop them!"

In fact, not only him, but the knight himself already knew that things were not good!

He turned around quickly and shouted, "Stop them," a little afterthought, and he couldn't care about his appearance anymore, and ran to his team in a panic, and wanted to personally supervise the formation.

However, how could the two things that happened before and after not give the Moon Elves a wake-up call?

"The Moon Elves will never be slaves!"

The voices of one after another continued to come out in the phalanx, these Moon Elf clansmen who had no strength, but had their own insistence on their own intentions, made their own choices with their own practical actions.

The knives that the members of the slave traps had previously worn around their necks were now the best tools.

Originally, it was just to coerce Verrell to make a show, and the sharp weapon completely drank blood on the spot!

Most of them succeeded, but there were also a small number of clever minds, and the members of the slave hunting group who reacted to the situation put their weapons back in advance, and they had no sharp weapons in their hands, plus these captured moon elves were just a group of ordinary people who were powerless after all, and they were controlled by the guards on the spot.

But this is a minority after all.

Just like smart people, there will always be fewer clever people.

Listening to the sound of "never be a slave" constantly echoing in his ears, the White Lion Knight's face became even colder, and he knew that he had stabbed Da Louzi this time.

What the gods needed was a living moon elf, and now they are directly dead......

Although the full responsibility is not on him, at most he will pay a dereliction of duty on the field, but this is obviously not a good thing.

He jumped down and got into the cheetah, even if he was wearing a heavy armor, he didn't lose half a minute of speed.

He's going to find Alesa.

He remembered very well that two of the four shelters were guarded by him to the scene, hoping to make some difference, but Ainia's actions directly gave him a slap in the face.

But he remembered that the other Alesa was still there.

has even been controlled, this two-year-old moon elf girl has a flexible brain, but her strength is low, and she can barely be regarded as crossing the threshold of a professional.

After seeing that Alesa was tightly guarded by the guards with her arms bound, and there were no sharp weapons around, the white lion knight breathed a sigh of relief.

Then there was a wink of eyes!

When Alesa saw him coming, it seemed that she had premeditated, just waiting for him to come, her small mouth moved slightly, and she said something, and before the knight could react, a distorted painful expression appeared on her little face, and a pair of silver pupils widened, as if she was laughing at the white lion knight, and seemed to be laughing at the existence behind him.

Biting your tongue and killing yourself!

The White Lion Knight's heart shook as if he had been struck, and he didn't know what to say, and the last thing he remembered was Alesha's distorted sneering expression and that sentence.

"For the Moon Elves!"