On a sloping slope upwind, the wizard who had left the elven treasury was quietly looking out over the woods to the west. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe cold winter wind rustled his robes, the snow covered his beard, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, and stood still.

At the wizard's side, a young man, also in a robe, shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his hands. His gaze wandered back and forth between the wizard and the direction he was looking at, and after a while, he finally couldn't help but ask, "My lord, why do you ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, the wizard waved his hand and made a gesture that no longer needed to be said.

"We have been trying for a long time without any sign of revival for the pterodactyl, and it is only thanks to the arrival of our Lord that he wants that man, the prophet. ”

After a moment of silence, the wizard couldn't help but sigh when he saw the young man beside him frowning and looking like he wanted to speak.

"If you have any doubts, you might as well say that there are no outsiders here. ”

As he spoke, he looked again at the woods in the distance, and the young man, after a moment's hesitation, asked in a low voice, "Is it really for the sake of a prophet to force him out of the curtain?"

"The land on which we are stepping on is of great significance, of course, but it is still a weight, something to be compromised, and the prophet cannot afford to slip away. ”

"Is that because of the command of 'my lord'?" the young man shook his head in disagreement.

"Excuse me, Mentor, but allow me to call me privately. You may not have much contact with other students. I don't know what people say about 'my lord' in private......"

"What did they say?"

The wizard turned his head expressionlessly, his gray pupils like stagnant water, and the sparks that had just burst out of the young man's eyes were instantly extinguished.

They said that the man's origin was unknown, and that they could not see through his intentions, and they spoke of the long-dead anti-French group of Sans...... "The young man's voice grew lower.

"You were involved in those discussions?" the wizard suddenly interjected.

"No, I don't, you said you would lose too much, and they know I'm your student...... They're kind of ...... Squeeze me out......" The young man hung his head in some frustration and remained silent.

"Don't worry about these little things...... Well, here he is. ”

As soon as the wizard finished speaking, a voice was heard in the woods to the southwest, and the long-awaited Starians pointed their weapons in that direction. After a while, a figure dressed in a black witch robe and no more than fifteen years old appeared in front of the person.

The person who came was none other than Lirizi. His face was pale, and he coughed lightly as he went, but he ignored the weapon pointed at him.

"He's a prophet, he looks so small......"

The wizard's student muttered in surprise, and someone below asked in a loud voice, "Are you Rirrizi Voltér?"

The question went unanswered, and he pushed away a short sword in front of him and walked back down the low slope. Several of the Starri, who had been completely ignored, were stunned for a moment, and then raised their weapons in exasperation. Suddenly, Rireth stopped, and the Starians around him subconsciously paused, while the wizard who had been standing on the low slope walked slowly.

"Prophet Lirizi, I heard that you disdain to talk to ordinary people, and that anyone who makes a prophecy must be endorsed by others, but why don't you see your spokesperson now?" a meaningful smile appeared on the wizard's face.

"Get out of here, this is not the place for you Staris. Ririzzi said in a hoarse voice.

The sorcerer's eyes narrowed, and he stood still for a moment, then responded, "I'm afraid it won't work, the people here need help, and we also act according to the agreement between our allies, and it is a virtue to keep our promises." ”

After a pause, the wizard changed his words and said, "But if you can get the allegiance of the prophet wholeheartedly, then everything is negotiable. ”

As he spoke, he nodded behind him. After a while, someone approached with a plate containing a cup shaped like a dragon's claw with a dark crystal texture, and a ceremonial dagger resting on the cup.

"Drip blood into this cup. The wizard whispered in a coaxing voice.

Rillezie glanced at the glass, then looked into the distance. I saw that several villagers who had been taken prisoner were looking at their side at a loss. These people, who would have been the hope of the village's recovery, are now at the mercy of others, and above their heads, several flags painted with pterodactyls dance in the wind.

Rillez shifted his gaze back to the cup, which seemed to emit a coaxing low sound. In a trance, he grabbed the dagger from the cup and slashed it towards his left palm, while the wizard in front of him craned his neck and stared at the empty "dragon claw". It was at this time that someone interrupted the ceremony at an inopportune time.

"Your Excellency!"

One of them ran and shouted, "The elven treasury has collapsed!

This made Rurizi's movements pause, and the wizard immediately grabbed his right wrist and slashed his palm with the dagger. However, before the blood stained with the dagger's blade could fall into the cup, an arrow flew towards the wizard's side.

The wizard, who was shocked to see something wrong, suddenly pushed his attendant, only to hear a cracking sound, and the crystal cup contained in the plate had been knocked to the ground by arrows and shattered into pieces.

This unexpected turn of events startled the Starli, and several men immediately raised their shields to protect the wizard in the middle, while several others reached out and grabbed Rirez.

Lirezi took several steps back, and the men who tried to capture him were thrown to the ground by the arrows before they could touch the corners of his clothes. Immediately afterward, loud whistles and shouts of sortie sounded nearby, and the captured villagers were rescued, and the Starli were surrounded instead. Those who encircled them were not only the whistle arrows, but also the elves of the Southern Aifen tribe.

"You ......" the wizard pointed angrily at Rirez, who turned to see his student being held to the neck with a knife and was speechless for a moment, while the other Starians looked at the two groups of men gathered around him, puzzled.

"Your wizard has been temporarily banned from witchcraft, get out of here, don't be delusional. Krostirizi, who ran up from behind, replied. He looked at Rillez's left hand, which was still dripping blood, and felt only a throb in his chest.

At this time, the wizard spoke again.

"Your appearance is careless, prophet...... But to make us break the covenant and get out of here, I'm afraid it's not that simple. ”

"Covenant?" suddenly came from the elf's head with a disdainful sneer.

Cross followed the prestige, and saw that the Shattered Star Arrow was at the forefront of the elves.