Early the next morning, the three of them packed up and prepared to leave. Weilin, Thuris, and Charles, who were more familiar with the three of them, came to see them off, and doing so in their capacity made the three of them quite moved. Uncle Carpenter also graciously invited the three of them to come to his village when they were free, and he would surely bring them the best liquor in the village. It's just surprising that Derek also gestured to them not far away. For a man of few words like him, this was already a very friendly move.

Before leaving, Davion glanced back at the city. "When I meet you again, I must fight you with dignity. ”

......

After a night of galloping, and even her magic power was exhausted by the continuous release of the wind, Olesia finally heard the sound of a fight in front of her at noon on the second day. With the elves' innate strengths, Olesia took all the movement ahead into her ears. After hearing the roar of the jackal, she was relieved and sat down on the ground to regain her strength. After all, the battle was already a few hundred meters away, and listening to the sound should not end for a while, so she was able to regain her strength with peace of mind. Just listening to the voice, it seems that in addition to the person she is looking for, there is another person staying nearby.

After just a short rest, Olesia couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly ran over there. However, before there was a human figure, a cold chill rushed straight to the door, and Olesia was startled, narrowly avoiding the long arrow. The long, chilling arrow grazed Olethea's left cheek and slammed into a large tree behind her, sealing the trunk in the ice.

Before Olesia could react and shoot another arrow, Olesia had no choice but to raise the bow sideways to block, suddenly felt a pressure in her hand, and involuntarily took two steps back to eliminate the residual strength on the arrow, and the cold and cool feeling crawled along the bow to her hands, and in a blink of an eye, Olesia was already stiff with ten fingers, and her hands were cold. Olesia could only smile wryly and use her magic to use the natural life force around her to dispel the cold, and she felt as if someone was approaching her. So I had to open my mouth and shout:

"Sister, it's me!"

However, the elf's keen instincts told her that the other party had not given up on the attack. The result was the opposite of what was expected, so that the still young Olethea was at a loss, and in a panic, she desperately retreated with a pale face, and her previous agility was completely forgotten, and she didn't even pull the bow and arrow out of the quiver, and subconsciously shouted in her mouth:

"Sister, I'm Olethea!"

Fortunately, this sentence unexpectedly worked, and there was an exclamation from the other side, and then ran quickly towards the woods. Under the familiar black cloak, a delicate, seductive face appeared in Olesia's eyes, her face was more thin than that of Olesia, and her thin eyebrows were much more murderous than her. The black eyes that were completely different from Olethea were now full of surprise, joy, doubt, and other emotions. What's even more surprising is that the elf's skin is as black as the dark elf, and the thin gray lips make it difficult to associate two very different elves with sisters. The whole person is completely integrated with the breath, and even in the daytime, it feels as if the light is distorted there.

After actually meeting her sister, Olesia's nervousness relaxed. Months of hard work have paid off at this moment, such as the dam that was intercepted collapsed, the grievances and excitement instantly broke the heart defense, and suddenly the eyes were red and threw herself into the woman's arms and cried.

The woman also gently hugged Olesia with a doting face, her left hand gently wrapped around Olesia's thin waist, and her right hand gently stroked Olesia's long golden hair. Although the two are almost the same height, they give the strange illusion that the black-haired woman is taller.

The woman waited quietly for Olesia to vent, without the slightest intention of moving to another place to sit down first, and letting Olesia's tears soak her shirt as she had since she had been a child. There was still a little relief on his face in surprise, and the cold aura in his body was also lightened a lot, but the person who had just been sharpened was now emitting a light that could only be seen on the statue of the Virgin.

A tall and thin boy appeared on the left side out of thin air, his tall and thin body and cold double knives always reminiscent of the attendants in the mural, but the real sense of oppression made people feel like a stab in the back. It's just that it seems that the woman obviously knows about his existence, and she hasn't even tilted her head, completely relieved that such a figure is at such a close distance. The young man looked at the woman with some curiosity, and motioned with his eyes for her to take someone aside to rest first, and she stood there at such a time after a battle, which made him, who had always been wary of his surroundings, very unaccustomed to it, like the best blacksmith seeing a clumsy work, which was really unbearable. However, this gaze was selectively ignored by her, and all attention remained on Olethea alone.

I have to say that the patience of the two people is very good, and the young man saw that the woman ignored him and focused on his beloved sister. He also stood next to him without saying a word, like a sculpture, motionless, even the breath that had just been released was put away, and the whole person blended into the environment, and gradually disappeared into the air again. However, the woman did not react at all, staring at Olethea in her arms with a pair of black eyes, her eyes wandering, not knowing what she was thinking.

It was a long time before Olesia put away her tears and looked at her sister pitifully with red eyes. There was a burst of pity in the woman's heart, since she was a child, she couldn't resist Olesia's expression, and gently hugged Olesia from the side. "Let's go, let's go to the tree and rest. ”

Oraceia nodded obediently, and little by little moved under the tree. After the two of them sat down, she rested her head lightly on her sister's chest, and the loose blonde hair spread over the woman's chest like a falling flower, and a few strands slipped wickedly through the close-fitting shirt and slipped into her chest. I have to say that to some extent, she can indeed be called a sister.

Olesia leaned in for a while before she realized that something seemed to be wrong, and her originally sharp elven instincts slowly recovered at this time, and then she turned her head and finally saw the young man who had just appeared. The momentary excitement made her subconsciously relax all her vigilance, and such laxity made her blush.

"Sister......" Olesia's soft, weak voice sounded far from what she usually looked like.

"His name is Gondor, Bounty Hunter Gondor. The woman gave a short introduction very coldly, not at all as if she trusted him much.

"Oh. Olecia didn't ask much, since she was a child, her sister Trixie was a symbol of omnipotence, mystery and strength, and it was normal to have a mysterious friend at this time. Even after all that happened, she firmly believed that her sister Trixis was right, and left the Silvermoon Forest without hesitation. Olesia leaned on Trixi, her whole body and mind relaxed, and her body was completely handed over to her sister Trixis, it was hard to imagine why two people of the same size could establish such an image in Alessia's heart. Olesia looked back and forth at the bounty hunter in front of him with her smart eyes, and he didn't seem to feel Olesia's gaze at all, not even a single look.

This was Windranger's first meeting with Gondor. Years later, when Olesia recounted that day, she was asked how she felt about Gondor, and she said only, "Lonely." ”

The young man stood there simply and rarely without hostility, yet it made one feel that he was out of place with his surroundings. There was not a single excess of flesh left on one face, and the cheekbones on both sides bulged outward, reminiscent of refugees in the midst of famine. The close-fitting shirt is covered with a piece of chain mail, this ultra-thin chain mail is made by a professional blacksmith, and each piece of iron is compressed and thinned as much as possible, greatly reducing the burden on the wearer in addition to having good defense. The two long knives hung diagonally from his waist, and the scars on his arms and the thick joints of his wrists made one think that if anyone thought that he had let his guard down at this time, the two seemingly random twin knives would inflict a frenzied blow on the insailants in these hands, and their blood would be the final price of arrogance.

"Let's go. Trixie waited for Olesia to recover and then picked her up and stood up. Trixise had no intention of greeting Gondor, and Gondor silently followed behind the two without asking anything.

After taking a break at a random tavern in the nearest town, Trixie asked the bartender for some common food and began to ask about Olethea. After hearing that Olesia had spent months running out of Silvermoon City to find her, she stroked Olesia's blonde hair rather distressedly, judging from her experience of running out back then, it must have been an easy process.

At this moment, three bowls of whirlwind grass dew were also served on the table, this pale green liquid was made from crushing a common grass that grows near the water, which was extremely thirst-quenching and had a faint smell of grass in the mouth. There is also a little bit of gold floating in the water, which is made by crushing some small fish and shrimp and boiling it with special magic, and after drinking, it can quickly replenish people's physical energy, which is very suitable for people who travel long distances. Since those small fish and shrimp themselves can't be sold for much money, this kind of magic can be cast by anyone who knows a little magic. Therefore, this cheap and affordable drink is very popular with adventurers, especially because it looks good, and even some people who don't have the money to fit a gentleman will be satisfied with its non-greasy and fancy appearance.

Olesia was also dry and exhausted, and she sat down for a while all the way and was misunderstood to start fighting, and then her emotions couldn't help but explode, she was physically and mentally exhausted, and she drank the bowl of whirling grass dew in front of her in one gulp. Trithis and Gondor just took a sip of their bowls, the previous battles were just routine for them.

"Yes, you were able to stop my arrows before, my little Olethea has grown up. Trixie rubbed Olethea's blonde hair, a rare but genuine smile on her face. After Olesia snorted twice to express her pride, she buried herself in the dishes that had just been served, allowing her sister Trixise to play with her long hair.

Instead, the expressionless Gondor raised his eyes and looked at Trixie in a little surprise, at this moment she was really far from the usual "dark ranger", and the dark and cold aura that had once become synonymous with her was no longer visible at this time. Except for Trixi's complexion, she seems to have become a simple and gentle ordinary elf girl at this time.

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this trip?" Trixise did not move the food in front of her, as if watching her sister eat was already extremely satisfied.

"Hmm. For some reason, Davion's shadow flashed in front of Auracea's eyes, but her energy was not focused on this at the moment. "Before that, I was shot to death by my sister, and I called you, hum. ”

"How can you take care of so much in battle, the enemy is the key to life and death, not to mention my sister, even my grandmother and mother can call out. Sometimes when you hesitate, no one can say the extra variables. Trixie also explained with some embarrassment, and Gondor nodded after hearing this.

"Then you can't tell if it's me when I call you, you just mean it, huh. Olesia took a bite of the bread to express her anger, the fragile bread quickly deforming and tearing in her mouth, the crumbs staining her lips, and the look of bitterness that she had painstakingly made was ruined.

Trixis, knowing her stubborn sister's temper, smiled wryly and put it aside. After informing Oracea that the two of them were on a mission, Trixise and Gondor walked out of the tavern side by side.