Several elves came out of the portal one after another, and when they first came out, they were all as weak as Coolant, and if it weren't for the two elves there, they would all fall to the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Bert took out the water bladder and fed them water one by one. "How's it going?" The elves didn't seem particularly energetic, but they seemed to be fine.

"What's going on over there, is there any danger?" Wendini ran up to call for help, and now the elves who were camping outside had come down.

Culente nodded effortlessly and said, "It's a cave over there, too." We went out and made a round just in case, and there was no danger. What time is it?"

"It's almost time. Bert replied.

"How did we go for so long?" Calente rubbed his forehead, apparently with quite a few after-effects.

"I've read in books that the farther you teleport, the longer it takes. Trans-plane or inter-temporal teleportation takes much longer. It is said that there are times when the Magician tries to send to the future or the past, but the time spans too long, and it never comes back. ”

"Heh, it looks like I've been on a trip to the ghost gate. Calorie made a little joke, and everyone's hearts relaxed.

"Then let's go back and tell the village chief about them now. A younger elf asked.

"What's the hurry, let Brother Calorie and them rest for the night first, and we'll leave early tomorrow morning. Are you going back in a hurry to grab the credit from Big Brother Carbone?" said Bert, who tapped the elf on the shoulder, who lowered his head in embarrassment, and shut up obediently.

"Haha, the credit belongs to everyone, Bert, don't fix him. "Everyone is a partner in life and death, so naturally they don't take these words seriously. It's just that Bert is a little entangled, these elves are too simple, if they leave this paradise and go back to that world full of war, can they still live a stable life.

"By the way, Brother Calent, have you ever thought about where you're going to live when you go back?" asked Bert before returning to the surface.

Calorie rested for a while and almost recovered, and was helping them pack their bags at this time: "I haven't thought about it, anyway, one step at a time, there are elders here, and we don't need to worry about these things." But I guess I'll go back to the Elven Kingdom. After all, that's our home. ”

It's nice to be home. Having a stable home in that war-torn world is what Bert envies the most. If only the war had ended sooner, he could not understand why those people started the war since he was a child, living under the patronage of the Holy Cathedral. He felt that everything was arranged by God, and he couldn't understand why those people had to go to great lengths to take things that weren't supposed to be theirs. In fact, what he didn't know was that before the Holy Patriarchate developed to its current scale, it had also carried out large-scale massacres against other sects, and the scale of the holy war launched was not much smaller than the current Pan-continental War. Anything that involves religion becomes very fanatical, and how many innocent civilians have fallen under the sword of so-called jihad. But these are deliberately forgotten histories, and it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong. In short, for Bert now, in the six months he has been here, comfort has replaced any emotion. If he can't return to the mainland, he is willing to live here. After all, for him, life is only a hundred years.

It's useless to think too much, there is only this way to go in front of him now, and even if he doesn't want to, he must go back. And he also had a reason to go back, there were too many things he needed to go back to understand the situation, and with the two holy swords in a state of slumber, he had no idea what had happened at that time.

Bert, who was preoccupied, didn't sleep well all night, and after the situation here was implemented, there was a large-scale migration of elves. After they returned to the base of the mountain, it took the elves another ten days to reach the cave. The elven elders are also safe people, and they carefully studied this portal for a long time with a few time-based magicians who were rare in the elven clan. Prepare for teleportation only after confirming that there is no danger.

According to the observations of the time mages, the magic crystals here were enough for all of them to teleport back and forth dozens of times. For these rare treasures, the elven mage still gave a head-on blow to Bert and the like who wanted to take the sheep by the hand: this magic circle had been completely integrated with this cave because it had existed for too long. At this time, any piece of magic crystal may cause indelible damage to the entire teleportation circle.

Seeing that so many magic crystals could not touch any of them, Bert's heart was still as painful as a knife. Wanting to cry without tears, he offered to let him take the lead and enter the portal first. The elven elders all showed extremely admiring looks on their faces, in fact, they didn't know that Bert really didn't want to stay here anymore, and the longer they stayed, the more reluctant they became. In fact, he was looking forward to the fact that if there were so many magic crystals on the other side of the teleportation array, it would not hurt to detain a few more when the elves had finished teleporting. No one wants to come to this place where birds don't anyway. It's just that a few years later, a certain great bird that can't be greater still comes back here to like a slap in the face. Of course, that's all for later.

After the elves had been repairing on the hillside for the night, the next day they had formed several teams according to the Elder's arrangement and waited for the teleportation. According to the survey of the space-time mage, it will take at least two full days to complete the transmission. The first team is a five-person team led by Bert who enters the portal first.

Bert, who had had been in close contact with teleportation countless times before, was also very nervous. Just in case, he still pulled out the holy sword and held it in his hand. Sweat wet the hilt of his sword, and he was unconscious. The elves in the back didn't look much better, the bowstring in their hands was slightly pulled up, and the short arrows were already on the bow.

Bert took a deep breath, he couldn't show cowardice at this time, and all the elf sisters behind him were watching. Bert walked over to the portal, ready to turn around and smile at the people behind him, indicating that he was going in. It turned out that the portal had seen enough of these pretending people, and without saying a word, it dragged this most pretending person in.

Before he could react, Bert felt dizzy as soon as he entered, because he didn't stand still and lost his balance when he was pulled by the portal. He could have accepted this, and it was conservatively estimated that it would take a full half an hour to teleport to the other end. Fortunately, the voices in the illusory space were swallowed up, otherwise the elves who came in behind would probably be scared to death by this pig-like roar.