It was the longest day Elliot had ever spended. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Curled up in the corner between the cliff and the earth, and occasionally when you open your eyes, you will not be able to tell where the cliff is and where is the earth. It was as if he was in the corner of a huge box, which seemed to flip slowly as the sunlight moved overhead, and at one point, he and all the knights around him would slide down the cliff.

This is, of course, an illusion, that the earth is the earth, that the cliffs are cliffs, and that the world will not be turned over by the sunrise and sunset.

Eliot knew that he had this illusion, not only because the walls of Middle-earth were so close and vast that they looked like the earth from below, but also because of a sense of crisis.

The "gracious invitation" from the dwarf elder must have been a trap, and no matter how much the old fellow hated the Middle-earth species, it was impossible for him to take revenge by the hand of a knight.

The question is, what kind of trap is this?

Elliot looked at the half-pan sky above him, and perhaps, in the next second, countless boulders would fall from the top of the cliff.

In the world-wide battle three thousand years ago, the Middle-earth Races, who were bewitched by the Bright Sect, used this kind of vicious method.

Below the Fog City, outside the town of Yakou, there was a large deep pool of scattered intersections, which was formed by the boulders that fell down. The same ruins, along the walls of Middle-earth, abound, and are innumerable.

Lord Jesse was able to conclude that the giant city-state was either punished by the gods, or because the huge round pits on the ruins of the city-state were too much like those rockfall pits.

What were those black dots in the sky on the day of divine punishment? Why could they carry so many boulders and fly high in the sky?

Even with all his brains, Elliot couldn't think of the answers to these questions, but he only needed to confirm one thing, most importantly: the closer you got to the Wall of Despair, the safer it was.

Because, according to the records left over from the Great War, the boulder does not fall from the sky close to the walls of Middle-earth. Eliot himself had seen the rockfall crater turn into a circular pool, the edge of which was at least a few hundred meters away from the cliff.

As for whether a distance of several hundred meters can ensure safety, Elliot, who has experienced the day of divine punishment, is really not sure in his heart.

That's why he looks up at the sky from time to time, and even if he closes his eyes, he can't sleep peacefully like the confident knights around him.

The more frightened and worried, the harder the time. When it finally got dark, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard from a distance.

Elliot slowly got up and looked in the direction of the sound of the horse's hooves, trying to make his expression firm.

More than a minute later, in the eyes of thousands of knights, a black healthy horse stopped in front of Eliot, and the scout in light leather armor jumped off his horse, knelt on one knee, and whispered, "Your Excellency...... In the early hours of this morning, tens of thousands of dwarven gnomes gathered under the city, and all of them headed west, and five hours ago, they had reached thirty kilometers west of Falling Rock City......"

A shallow smile appeared on Eliot's face, and he looked at the western sky, the last of the sunset left on the horizon truncated by the walls of Middle-earth.

"Pass the order, set off in half an hour, go west, in the direction of Falling Rock City!" Elliot turned to the knight behind him and ordered, his voice was not loud, but full of war.

Starting from the westward march of the camp, every half hour or so, scouts caught up with this huge team of knights from the west.

With a distance of nearly two hundred kilometers, all Elliot could get was the state of the dwarven army four or five hours ago, but as the night got deeper and deeper, he became more and more determined, and even his steps were much lighter.

In the news that came one after another, the dwarven camp was getting farther and farther away from Falling Rock City.

In the middle of the night, Elliot waited for the news he wanted to hear the most: the vanguard battalion that had been ambushed thirty kilometers away from Falling Rock had taken Falling Rock and captured the pygmy elder Spike alive, and there were no ambushes in the city, and no magic traps had been found.

......

In the early hours of April 17, before dawn, Eliot had already set foot on the surface of Middle-earth.

The sudden change in gravity inevitably made him a little vain, but with Elliot's ability, there would be no more discomfort.

In the darkness, Elliot's body was as big as a god of war, and in front of him, the dwarf elder Spike looked weak.

However, there was no timid look on the face of this short dwarf, he just used his wrinkled hand, pointed to the southwest direction, and said unusually calmly: "The industrial area of Avery and Coenas are both in that direction, and Donnaveen must be in Coenas even if he is not there." ”

Elliot stood there silently, his eyes closed. He ignores Spike and listens to the wind blowing from the south.

There were no ambushes, at least not for a kilometer nearby. In fact, if there was an ambush, the vanguard scouts who had captured Falling Rock a few hours ago would not have been so quiet.

Elliot opened his eyes and looked sideways at Elder Spike.

"It's going to take a little time for my guys to catch up. "Elliot was telling the truth, and in order to make sure that everything went well, he rushed forward as soon as he got close to Falling Rock, and it would take at least an hour for the army to pass through Falling Rock and get here.

Elder Spike nodded, but did not speak.

Elliot looked at the dwarf with interest, who deliberately avoided his condescending gaze.

Several Vanguard knights stood guard at the stone steps at the entrance to Falling Rock City, seemingly studying a strange car parked there. The strange car was made almost entirely of steel, and the black rubber tires underneath were staggeringly thick.

The news of the production of a magic car in Fog City has reached the Knight Continent, and it is the first time that Elliot has seen it with his own eyes.

He only glanced at it, and then returned his attention to the dwarf in front of him.

"You're trying to use us to get rid of the Demon Duke so that Gru can rightfully take over Hulse, am I right?" said Elliot suddenly.

Elder Spike's face didn't change at all, and he ignored Elliot, seemingly dismissive of his question.

"You dwarfs, you are always clever at yourselves. Elliot smiled contemptuously, shook his head, and said, "You didn't attack us with falling rocks on the way, nor did you set up a mechanism in Falling Rock City, then the answer couldn't be more obvious...... You don't think we can't see it's a trap, do we?"

"Divine punishment was the work of Dona Vene. Elder Spike was succinct.

Elliot was slightly stunned, although the city lord Jesse had said so a long time ago, but he was still a little shocked when he heard this conclusion from the dwarf's mouth.

However, Elliot did not go into a thunderous outburst as Elder Spike had expected, but immediately calmed down.

"Look, I'll just say you're too smart. Elliot spread his hands: "As long as I drive you away, Dona Wayne can kill him at any time, isn't he?"

Elder Spike's eyes suddenly widened, and only then did he realize that he had made a fatal mistake.

But he calmed down in a moment, and said coldly, "Do you think I'm going to be so stupid? In three hours, Grunada will know what happened here, and if you want revenge, you have to hurry." ”

"Really?" Elliot smiled, "In an hour, we'll be heading for Foggy City, and if it's as you say, the scouts will be rewarded, and it's not too late for us to turn to Coennath." But rest assured, I will not kill you in return for your hospitality...... Well, at least not until we take Huls. ”

Elder Spike only felt his heart beat to a beat, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his clenched fist palms.