Standing outside the door, looking at Elisana who had fallen asleep peacefully under the healing of the Priestess of the Moon, Kutalos's solemn and gloomy expression was finally slightly soothed.

"I'm sorry, sir. It wasn't until Kutalos closed the door that Desdel Stareye, who had been with him, had a chance to speak.

"Lift your head, Desdell, it's not your fault. As he said this, a moment of impatience clearly flashed on Lord Ravenkeys' face. A total of nearly two hundred black crow guards were dispatched, and they were still broken through so easily by the other party even when they discovered the target in advance, Desdell was right?

However, as a proud Kadore nobleman, he could not treat his noble colleagues like a lowly inferior person. He is Lord Ravencase, a model of the upper elves, and he must show excellent upbringing and extraordinary bearing.

"The white-skinned elf who used the soul spell clearly knew something about the power of the Crow Fortress, and perhaps he had already planned for his evil plans. Ravenkeith pinched his chin and analyzed it carefully, not considering the possibility that people were just passing by.

It is not entirely to blame Ravangel for speculating on Lanlos with the worst malice, it is really the ability and decisive actions shown by Lanlos that make people have to pay attention.

"Since he didn't choose to break through directly from the north, it means that he is certain that he can't confront the Crow Guards head-on. Ahead of the valley to the south is the patrol territory of the Crow Fortress, and no matter how good his stealth skills are, he must continue to move south until he avoids the eyes of the patrol force. ”

"Then, if his target is indeed Shaladasir, he will definitely continue north through the Temple of the Moon. ”

Although he had lost in his previous command, Desdell was after all the commander of the thousands of crow guards, and following the lord's thoughts, he quickly had an idea: "I will immediately arrange for someone to deliver the news to the Moon Temple." ”

The Temple of the Moon God, located a short southeast of the Raven Fortress, was a temple built by the Sisters of Elune, who served the Moon God, at the end of the rhizome of Shaladashir, and was also the residence of the Priestess of the Moon in the room. While not as grand as the Temple of Elune in Surama, the temple is closer to nature and more exclusive because of Sharadashir and the demigods of the wilderness.

Rao is a crow fortress and can't break into the territory of the Moon Temple for no reason, if the target knows about it and uses this gap to get close to Shaladahir, it will be troublesome.

"Not only that, but you have men to guard the south side of Shaladashir, just in case. ”

"Southside, you mean Shalaniel?" Desdell frowned, looking a little hesitant, "but the inhabitants of that town won't welcome us." ”

Shaladashir is the closest thing Azeroth can get to the Emerald Dream, and the town built at its feet will not be easy. The 'inhabitants' in Desdell's mouth include not only the Night Elves, but also bear monsters, beasts, spirits, and so on. Under the peaceful and tolerant power of the World Tree, these creatures of different races and habits have lived together in this strange town for many years.

If the crow guards were to drive over in full armor, they would definitely be fiercely accused and resisted by the local residents.

"On the way we go, Sharaniel is no looser defensively than we are. "Apparently thinking of going with Desdell, Ravenketh was also a headache for the peculiar habitants of the household. But there was one thing he didn't say, the Crow Guard had succeeded in forcing the target back to land and changed the direction of their course, and if he had done something to Shaladashir in the end, he had every reason to put the blame on Sharadashir.

That's enough. If it weren't for the maintenance of local law and order, the upper elves would not care about the life or death of a tree. As long as he doesn't take responsibility, no matter how these beast spirits toss, Ravenketh doesn't care.

It could even be an opportunity for him to completely snatch back the ownership of this woodland from the demigods of the wilderness.

I'm really looking forward to it.

Thinking of the day when the Crow Fortress took over Valsara once and for all, and thinking of another chance to please Her Majesty, Kutaros couldn't help but smile,

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It's weird.

At first, Lanlos thought it was a delusion, but as he progressed deeper into the forest, he became more and more sure. The flowers and trees nearby were noticeably greener and more delicate than those near the Crow Fortress. Even the grass beneath his feet seemed to come to life, and whenever he landed, he could see the grass parting slightly towards the surroundings. I don't know if it's the influence of the wind or some external force.

In short, everything around him seemed to come to life, as if those flowers and trees had a pair of eyes, and whenever he passed by, he would look at this intruder in unison.

Fresh air, birdsong, and the smell of flowers and plants were a scene that should have been incredibly peaceful and peaceful, but Lanlos felt even more strange and uncomfortable.

As Ravenketh thought, he quickly entered the patrol range of the Crow Fortress along the river valley cliffs, and he had to go southeast to avoid the Night Elf guards.

In order to prevent another accident, Lanloth did not summon Niko. After several days of non-stop, he was also deeply tired and looked more and more haggard. He couldn't remember when the scenery around him had begun to change like this, and it wasn't until the eerie feeling of being in the middle of the crowd reached the warning level that he realized something was wrong.

No, that's not all.

Perhaps in a hurry to break free from this strange feeling, Lanlos kept his head buried in his head and ran forward. He didn't realize that his already weak body, under so many days and nights of non-stop galloping, should have been so tired, but now he was walking like flying and walking on the ground.

Is it because of the high level of mental tension and neglect of the physical burden?

No, even adrenal hormones don't have such a long-lasting effect. The real reason may start from the footprints he left behind him. The shallow traces on the grass were as fine and small as snowflakes of emerald green.

And with the wind and waves brought by the gray-haired elf galloping forward, these green streamers immediately rode the wind and followed his footsteps, all the way forward. As more and more glimmers converged as a result, Lanloth seemed to be dragging a long, glowing tail behind him.

What's even more peculiar is that this tail quietly submerged into the gray-haired elf's heel and back while touching his heel.

Rao is body is alive and well for no reason, but Lan Luos's already weak spirit, coupled with such a long period of nervous tension, the invisible weight is like a huge palm, squeezing his brain tightly.

Slowly, his steps began to disobey, his eyelids became heavier, and even the strange sensation of invisible gaze around him became more and more dull.

This does not bode well.

The enemy plane was in front of him, and while almost instinctively raising his feet forward, Lanlos shook his head weakly, raised his head, and stared at the night sky as bright as day under the bright moonlight, and a worried look slightly squeezed away the sleepy eyes on his face.

When night fell, it was like a slap in the face, almost causing him to fall to the ground under the pressure of sleepiness.

But the entangled gaze from this woodland made him dare not close his eyes at all, so he could only push against the heavy head and run forward desperately.

Swish!

Convex (艹菜艹) !!

The sudden step on the air under his feet, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made Lan Luos's brain clear for no reason. By the time he realized that the grass on the slope beneath his feet was unusually wet, his body had fallen uncontrollably.

Crash!

The gray-haired elf, who was almost unconscious in the whirlwind of the world, rolled on the slope one after another, accidentally fell directly into the pool, and the cold feeling around him stimulated him to support his heavy eyelids.

At this moment, his breathing was directly stopped, and the sound of a violent heartbeat stretched from his chest to the depths of his brain.

At this moment, he was lying on the shore, his lower body immersed in the cold lake water, setting off layers of ripples, along the surface of the lake, quietly spreading into the distance.

At the same time, in the middle of the lake, a graceful and graceful figure was following the movement, looking back at him.

Her long silver hair soaked the lake, glowing with a blurry and holy glow in the light of the moonlight. The lilac skin is as white and smooth as polished soft jade, and even the armpits that come out of the long hair are not wrinkled or concealed in the slightest, and the suffocating softness is felt from the visual point of view.

Drops of clear water meander down the beautiful and well-proportioned quxian, over the holy high feng, glide over the healthy pingyuan, and dive into the lush and dark river, quietly sinking into the lake that is level with the legs.

The white and pure moonlight renders the impact of this scene to an incomparably strong intensity. Lan Luo stared at such a stunning scenery in a daze, and the surging qi and blood actually broke through the suppression of the cold lake water, and Fang Cai's fatigue and drowsiness disappeared in an instant, his eyes were dull, and his breathing stopped.

However, the sharpness revealed by those silver eyes as bright as the bright moon helped Lan Luos, who was almost drowned, to regain a moment of clarity.

As the so-called dying sick sat up in shock, and lay back after saying his last words.

Awakened, Lanlos clearly felt an irresistible wave of exhaustion and drowsiness coming over him, and the moment he returned to the light, the gray-haired elf's brain turned sharply, like a divine help.

"I'm going, Elune has gone down to earth?"