Regardless of the already boiling crowd, Tyrell went straight after the men. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info what was the purpose of their inciting crowds, and what were they leaving in a hurry.

Ero suddenly grabbed Tyrell and asked, "What are you going to do, aren't you going to join the army, I think it's very interesting." ”

"It's nothing, I just saw a few strange people, and I want to chase them over. But what's the use of me joining the army?" Tyrell saw that the men had long since disappeared, so he had to stop and answer Ero's question.

"My duty is to show you more of the various races on the continent and get to know them. Nothing compares to war, which allows you to see the truth behind their masks. The patriarch wants me to give you a deeper understanding of the world, and wouldn't it be better to be a part of such a big event myself?" explained Eero.

Tyrell said in a tangled voice: "But I don't want to go to war, peace is the best, why do I have to shed blood and sacrifice?"

"It's great that you can think that way, but now the war that has engulfed Qatar is inevitable. You might as well join the side that is righteous for the dragon, even if it's just a doctor. Héroh turned his head and looked at a few elves who were busy registering names, and Tyrell couldn't see his expression for a moment.

"Why doesn't anyone want to solve the problem by other means, war is the way to do the most harm to civilians. I knew I would have stopped you in the first place. Tyrrell said to Eero that he didn't know if Eero had heard.

"The bigger cause of this war is something else, so even if you stop it, it won't help. Because I'm here to monitor whether the war is going well or not. If it doesn't go well, the patriarch will personally ask about it. Hérault continued to be said with a face on his face.

Tyrrell said angrily, "It's... Unreasonable!"

Then he went to the place where the soldiers were recruited, and said to the elves, "I want to join the army, Medic." ”

The elf asked suspiciously, "Why are there still elves who want to join the human army? This is the fortieth one, and General Evan has forbidden the elves to join the human army." If this continues, the people will run out. ”

"It's okay, he can join. All you have to do is register. Evan came over at some point and instructed the registered elf.

"Okay general. The elf lowered his head and began to record.

"What's your name?" he asked Tyrell first.

Tyrell said embarrassedly, "Well, it's Tabama Edla." ”

The elf honestly wrote down his name.

Ai Wen wanted to hold back his laughter, but he couldn't help it after a while: "What's your name, haha... Edra is a female surname, right? How do you come up with this surname, is your family a female supremacist?"

Tyrell was actually tempted to say that you were right, but it was better not to publicize this kind of ugly thing. If his identity is exposed in the future, then he will definitely be beaten to death by his father.

"Then here is your identification. The elf was unmoved, as if he hadn't seen the convulsive Aven.

Tyrrell was all bad: "Eh, ID card? I don't have this." ”

This level of ancient civilization and such a tall thing as an ID card, Tyrell didn't think it existed.

"General, this elf has no identification. The elf reported to Evan truthfully.

Evan stopped laughing and said, "If he has a talent, just stuff him in, and don't worry about any identification." ”

That elf couldn't help but wonder who Tyrell was, he didn't even need an ID card, and even General Evan favored him. I had to silently write down Tyrel's name in a notebook.

He asked again: "Then why did you come to join the human army, you joined a special army, and you need to prove your ability." ”

Without saying a word, Tyrrell directly summoned a huge dazzling ball of holy light to show his abilities. By the way: "There is no reason to join the army of humanity, except to see how this decaying country is falling apart." ”

"Just write his name on it, don't ask so much, no one will care, and neither will the human side." ”

The elf said yes and honestly said goodbye, and Tyrell turned back to walk to his current temporary residence, but was stopped by Lily.

"Where have you been, Tyrell? Lily asked Tyrell.

"I'm going to join the army, it was Hérault who suggested it. Helpless life, since they all want me to do this, I'd better not resist well, bad boys will be taught. Tyrrell said helplessly.

"Oh, that's interesting. I'm going to join in, too!" Lily also ran to join the army.

Tyrell looked at the elf who helped recruit the army with a constipated expression, and felt that his depressed mood instantly improved.

When he got home, Tyrell lay down on the bed as if he was going to die. Then I slowly fell asleep.

......

"Wake up, I can hear your heart's thirst. You don't want this ending, I'll give you a chance to change, join us. A man in a black robe stood outside Prague where the body was buried, kneeling on a strange magic array, whispering from time to time.

The reason why it is strange is that the general magic circle is circular, the circle represents the circulation of the power of the person, and the six-pointed star that often appears on the magic circle represents the transformation between matter.

But there was no two on this circle, a circle that had taken more than half of it but was not sealed, and a pattern resembling a six-pointed star was engraved in the middle, but the lines did not touch each other. The existence of this circle would make most mages think that it is impossible to operate, but at the moment it is running. Because it doesn't require a cycle of power and a transformation of matter.

It is a necromancy that has almost disappeared from the continent, a forbidden art that defies common sense. As soon as they are discovered, the caster will be arrested and sent to the local temple, which will tie them to a pillar and burn them to ashes. Except for those cults, there is no land for them to live on this continent. Only in Elente did they have a foothold and a library.

A pale, bloodless hand stretched out from the ground, clutching at the air, and he wanted to crawl out.

The caster used a shovel to dig out the undead, and by the time he helped the undead come out, the sun that had been hanging in the sky was long gone.

He was so tired that he was about to collapse, and his mouth complained: "Damn, won't they be allowed to dig out the magic of this pit man by themselves?" Let me, a thin mage, do this physical work. I'll have time to report this to the bishop, my old waist. ”