For several days, rumors about the great battle that broke out in Graystone Point slowly settled and fermented on the "Conviction Terrace". Some people say that it was the craziest and most tragic bloody battle on the PTZ in ten years, with countless blood staining the entire trail, half a street of houses being completely torn apart, and the Black Blade Guard, who was in charge of the aftermath, even pulled away an entire carriage of corpses......

After that, it was said that the owner of the "Ulez's Disinfectant Knife" died in that battle, and as for who the old moon demon had offended, no one could give an accurate answer. In fact, for many people, the role of rumors is just to add a little interesting talk to their boring life, and as for the truth, they will never care.

But for the truly informed part, most of them chose to remain silent. Silence is to comfort the soul of the dead, silence is to forget more quickly - forgetting is another way to separate the "self" from the real world, as many sages have said.

Not everyone is like that, though. As a party to the whole story, Zal's memory of the battle is only that he grabbed the arm of a silent mourner and told him to go to the half-elf Kadius immediately. Then, he didn't remember anything, and even this time, the nightmare didn't find him again—it wasn't a phenomenon.

While many people's eyes are on Greystone Point, the residents living here are living their lives unusually peacefully. In front of the clinic, the afternoon sun shone on a slightly busy scene, and many of the houses damaged by the battle were repaired or demolished under the command of dwarven craftsmen.

But the dwarves who were working on it, the owners of the houses, and even the pedestrians walking in the market, consciously or unintentionally, avoided the "Ulez's sanitizing knife" as if the two-story building, which was missing a corner, did not exist at all. This strange atmosphere has become a subtle consensus in the common tacit understanding, although it looks like an ostrich with its head stuck in the sand, and it is a little indescribably funny.

In the study on the second floor of the clinic, the half-elf Cadius was standing at a small table by the window, humming an unknown tune. While skillfully mixing dark green potions. Behind him, books of various colors and gray-white dust were scattered everywhere, and they had not had time to clean up. On the desk near the bookshelf, a bandaged Zar was lying on it. Unbeknownst to the half-elf, however, with a few slight shakes of her eyelashes, Zar struggled to open her eyes.

Zal woke up, though he somewhat regretted waking up now, because consciousness was reawake at the same time. The pervasive pain in his body almost made him feel the urge to die, even though his condition was not far from death. Rolling his eyes with difficulty, he found that the place he was in was not unfamiliar, and of course, the minor tune that first came to his ears was also very familiar to him.

Sure enough, when his gaze fell in the direction where the minor key was coming from, he saw that familiar back. Zar exhaled softly, he felt relieved and wanted to speak. But he found that his throat was as hot as cracked sandstone, and he couldn't make a sound at all. After a long time, a complete syllable was finally squeezed out of his throat by him: "Water ......"

The half-elf's minor key and movements all stopped instantly, and the measuring cup in his hand even made a crisp sound. He jerked around and looked at Zal on the desk, the joy in his eyes flickering. "Ha, you're awake, yes!," he said with a strange laugh, and then hurriedly poured a glass of water and walked over to Zhar.

The water in the cup was swallowed little by little down his throat, and the slightly cool touch spread from his chest to all around. Feeling like a fish slapping in the sand, Zar was thrown back into the river and instantly came back to life. But before he could drink enough, the half-elf took the cup away.

"Drink less. Your injuries are too severe," the half-elf gestured with his fingers to his chest, "especially the internal organs, which are messed up like hemp rope." ”

Nodding his head as he struggled, Zal lay his head back on the table. However, he noticed the half-elf's slightly haggard look, and the messy hair that seemed to have not been taken care of in days. His eyes were slightly hot as if he had rubbed sand. "Thank you......" he whispered, tilting his head.

Cadius was stunned as he took his glass, then chuckled and turned back to the small table, his blending work was not yet complete. "Don't thank me!" he said, "for the sake of the Lord God, I won't find a better coolie if you die, haha......" he smiled and shrugged.

Zar curled the corners of his mouth, blinked, and shifted the conversation elsewhere. "I've been in a coma for a few days?......" he asked.

The half-elf's movements paused slightly, as if reminiscing. "It's been five days, and today is the sixth day...... "He said with a change in his tone, as if he was a little dissatisfied. "You should be glad that the guy you called me to find me is not a road idiot, otherwise, as long as it is a little later, the only one who can save you is the Lord God of Heaven!"

"Hug, I'm sorry......" Zal tilted his head and blinked again, in fact, this was all he could do, and the other parts that were trapped by the bandages were even painful to break out in a cold sweat. "By the way, this, these days...... Isn't there any trouble?" He was a little worried that the Brotherhood of Ironstone would not end there.

"No, nothing happened, except for the guys outside who pretended to see nothing, tinkling and tossing their belongings all day long, this place is as calm as a midnight cemetery!" the old moon demon glanced at the busy scene outside the window, and muttered ironically.

As if he had finished the task at hand, the half-elf carried a glass filled with green liquid, held it in front of him and shook it twice, and then placed it on the table. "The only thing I've been happy with these few days is this," he said, gesturing to the table full of bottles and cans, smiling excitedly. "You should be grateful to their owners for all sorts of potions, and surgical tools down to the teeth, without which I dare not guarantee that your life will be saved. ”

Zar listened, his expression darkened, the owner of these things, has passed away, he said softly and bitterly in his heart. The half-elf on the opposite side turned around and looked at Zal with a serious expression. "What the hell is going on? How did it get like this?" he said, frowning, "and guess what I saw when I came here?"

Cadius's voice picked. "Blood and corpses all over the floor, dozens of madmen standing there without saying a word......" he said, cocking his thumb and gesturing to the wall behind him. "And you're unconscious, and a wounded wood elf!

Zhal's eyes were stunned, and he had just come to his senses, and his confused brain didn't even remember Gavila's condition. "How is she? Her name is Gavila. It's the adopted daughter of the owner of the clinic......" The violent movements re-touched the wound, causing an unnatural twist on Zal's face. "Is she still alive?"

"Alive, but only alive......," the half-elf said, pouting, "though your blood-covered appearance looks scarier than hers, but." There are basically no major problems with your vital areas. He sighed, "As for her, she is not so lucky, the wounds on her body are fatal everywhere, and she can survive until I come and not die, I can only say that the Lord God favors her." ”

"Is she awake?" asked Zal.

"No, still unconscious," said the half-elf, "babbling, shouting, crying, tearing, resisting...... This girl is like crazy. To prevent her from biting off her own tongue in a coma, I put cork in her mouth. And tied her to the bed. He said and shook his head, "As for whether she can wake up and when she will wake up, I can't help, I can only see herself." ”

Zar lay down slowly, he could fully understand Gavila's performance, her father had died, and he had been killed in front of her, and he had experienced such a blow himself. That nightmare of despair and sadness will torment a person for a long, long time, and such wounds will never heal. I could only wait for the tears and blood to drain and the pain gradually numb, and then put him in the corner of my heart and not look at it.

After a brief silence. The half-elf's voice rang out again. "What the hell is going on?" he asked again. "How's your mission?"

Zar's gaze fell on the half of the gold coin in the corner of the desk, very bright, even a little glaring. "Sort of, it's done......" he whispered. But the question is, is the mission really done? I don't know, Zal can't give this answer. It was as if the softest part of my heart had been stung.

"Done?" the half-elf's voice was a little surprised, "and you ......?"

"I had a very terrible opponent. He withdrew his gaze from the gold coin, closed his eyes, and did not dare to look any further. The warm liquid swirled in his eyes, and he blinked vigorously to pull the conversation elsewhere.

The half-elf frowned. "It's the general...... The guy who badly wounded Gavira and cut a dozen cuts in you?"

Zal nodded, not surprised that Cadius was able to tell that the wounds on his body came from two different people, in fact, the half-elves were far more sensitive to wounds than the average doctor. "That's right, it's ......," he described, "all the time wrapped in a cloak, and with all my might, I only scratched him with a sword, and it wasn't even ...... wounded"

"Are you kidding?" said the half-elf, his expression more serious.

Zal grinned. "I wish I was joking, but no, absolutely ......not," he recalls the moment he fought Blazei, "and when I slashed him, his body turned into several afterimages that were too fast to be faster, intertwined and swept over my body like the wind, and then ......"

"And you've been cut out of twelve...... Cadius took Zhal's unfinished words, and as he spoke, he pressed his palm to his forehead and rubbed his thumb and middle finger against his temples.

"How do you know?" asked Zal, a little surprised.

"Even if I'm a half-elf, I'm still an elf, boy!" Kadius said with some irritation, "This skill is called 'Shadow Killing', and it is the strongest skill of the Wood Elf Assassination Martial Arts System, except for the elves who have received the 'Gift of Nature', it is completely impossible for others to learn, and they can't learn it at all!"

Zar was stunned for a moment, remembering the scimitar in Blazei's hand, which was not much different from the elven scimitar he had ever seen, only narrower and longer. "Is he really an elf? No wonder the scimitar he uses is so much like an elven creation......"

"What did you say?!" Zar's words were interrupted by the half-elf, "Say it again, what weapon did he use!" Kadius asked, staring at Zar.

"The scimitar, narrow and sharp, a scimitar from the realm of the elves. I'm sure. Although he didn't know why the half-elf's performance was so excited, Zar replied immediately.

When the half-elf heard Zhal's reply, he actually laughed and even whistled. "You're trying to tell me that you fought with a guy who can unleash a 'shadow kill' with a scimitar, right?" he said, "and if that's the case, it's a miracle that you survived, and it has nothing to do with whether or not I can save you." ”

"What do you mean?" asked Zal.

"The conventional weapon used to unleash Shadow Kill is a dagger, not a scimitar, because it is more agile and easier to control...... And a full attack is seven, not a dozen......" The half-elf looked at Zar and said, "Even if I don't say it, you can understand what it means." ”

"That means he has far more control over a scimitar than a normal person would use a dagger......" Zal muttered to himself with difficulty, his gaze a little distracted.

The half-elf nodded. "That's right, this man is far superior to you in terms of strength, skill, coordination, and control," Kadius continued, seemingly pondering something, "As far as I know, there aren't many people in Quirinsna who can use a scimitar to unleash a 'shadow kill'. ”

"Anatole ......" For some reason, the Ranger General flashed in Zhal's mind.

"What did you say?" Cadius's gaze suddenly lit up, and his already lazy body suddenly straightened. "You said Anatol? You have seen Anatol?Windtalker?!"

"Yes, I saw him just before I came to Windy Cliffs, in the Moonrise Forest. Zar replied.

"Why didn't you ...... me," the half-elf stopped halfway through and shook his head self-deprecatingly, "No...... Don't blame you, here, no one will ask about the other party's past......" He said and took a deep breath, a little nervous and a little eager, "General, how is he?......"

Although he was a little confused, Zar described as much as he could what had happened when he met Anatol, and when he said that he had stopped the entire Belén Guard, the half-elves laughed wildly and cursed the Belén for not knowing whether to live or die. By the end, Cadius's face was already covered with tears, his eyes were full of the soft light of memory, and he looked out the window in a daze.

"Of course the Shogun can do it...... The Great Anatol ...... Immortal Quirinsna......" The half-elf murmured, pressing his trembling hand to his chest, "Your heart is like an arrow, flying straight in the wind......" (To be continued. )