Hemmer and Esarion faced each other head-on, and there was no suspense about the outcome of the battle, but he tried his best but didn't even catch the Watcher's ten moves, and his body was already full of colors.

The most serious one was on the left chest, where there was a sword wound of more than a foot.

He quickly backed away with his shield raised, and pulled out of his position, confronting the Watcher through the fog.

In due time, Esarion easily sliced through Hemer's heavy Dreadlord armor with the sharp blade of his fangs, slicing a trail of blood on his chest.

Because he was in a state of fierce battle, Hemer's attention was all focused on how to deal with Esarion's attack, so he didn't feel the injury at first, but at this moment, he stabilized his panicked nerves a little, and the tide of pain rushed to his mind, making Hemer feel painful.

During this time, he glanced at the hideous wound, and a chill ran in his heart, if Aisarion's strength was a little stronger, he was afraid that his upper body would be broken in two diagonally.

This time, it is the closest moment to the ghost gate.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit like half a life gone." Hemmer swallowed violently, his Adam's apple rolling, and he let out a deep breath of cloudy air.

Aisarion, who was on the other side, took in the small expression on Hemer's face, and said coldly: "Fortunately, next time I won't be so lucky." ”

"Lord Aisarion, do you have to kill me?! It doesn't seem like there's any deep hatred between us, right? What's more, I have also helped your niece and nephew, and with this kindness, why should Lord Esarion go so far as to come and kill a little fear lord of mine! ”

Hemmer was so angry that he sent someone to send the shipwrecked sister and brother back to Ires safely.

He didn't dare to expect how grateful the cold Aisarion was to him, at least to make a good impression.

But this photo didn't even say hello, and the shot was fatal.

Hemmer, who felt guilty about Aurelia, couldn't help but feel a little more angry at the moment.

Seeing that Hemmer, who was so cheap, actually showed an inexplicable look of indignation, Aisarion wanted to laugh angrily, "Enyi? He whispered these two words coldly, and the hand holding the bladed sword trembled slightly, as if he felt the irrepressible anger of his master.

Ever since witnessing the burning of Tal Ires in ruins and the tragic death of the noble royal family at the hands of the greenskin butcher's knife, Esarion has taken over the burden from his father and brother and led Ires to revival and glory.

From the moment he stood in front of the ruins, he made a bloody oath to Radlily to do everything in his power to protect his people and home.

At that time, Aurelia and Aire had disappeared in the turmoil, but Aisarion was convinced that they were still alive and never stopped searching.

They were his brother's legacy, the future of Iris, and his Atharion.

From an outsider's point of view, Irees has rarely participated in the war between Asur and Duruzzi, but this does not mean that Esarion is not prejudiced against Duruzzi, so even if Hermer takes the initiative to send the two siblings back, his possession of Aurelia is undoubtedly a danger in the eyes of Esarion, and he must pay a terrible price.

"Do you want me to thank you for desecrating the royal blood of Irees?"

Enraged, Aisarion did not want to listen to Hemer's defense, and raised his fanged sword and slashed at Hemer.

The two fought fiercely together again.

The only good news for Hermer now is that instead of besieging the eight Tal-Gevaux Griffon Knights hovering over the mist, they have sealed off the area, whether it is Truzzi or Azul, and any trespassers will be killed by the knights on the spot.

In fact, they had received orders not to do anything to Hermer before they had set out from Avalon with the Watchers.

Aisarion decided to capture Hemmer himself and imprison him in Essota Maha Prison until his death.

This is definitely an extremely harsh punishment for an extremely long-lived elf.

Therefore, Fang Hemer felt that the almost fatal sword was actually deliberately reserved by Esarion.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be too easy to kill Hemmer with his combat power.

But killing on the spot and capturing alive are two different things, and with strong resistance from Hemer, Esarion is slightly tricky, and what little patience he has has been worn out in the battle.

Esarion is the best example of martial arts among the High Elves, accumulating centuries of combat experience, crushing the young Hemmer in every way, and no matter how hard the latter tries to support him, he still can't change the situation.

"Haven't you come to your senses yet? Hold your hands or die! Aisarion crushed Hemmer, his fang-like slash leaving him with nowhere to run.

Several times, the sharp blade slid against Hemer's neck, and it was thrilling.

Until this moment, Radlily, whose divine thoughts had already descended in the mist, couldn't stand it anymore, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, intending to give Hemmer a little help.

It stands to reason that Hemmer and Esarion are both her own believers, and she should not take sides in favor.

What's more, even if it is to be protected, it should be the extremely pious and hard-working Aisarion. After all, the Warden is a strong advocate of belief in the God of the Mists in Irees, and he has done his best to do it. Radlily saw all of these in her eyes and knew it in her heart.

At the same time, she also has a pretty good impression of Ai Chan, a descendant of the royal family, handsome and golden, explosive in battle, affectionate and righteous, the fly in the ointment is that her temper is gloomy, but she is not bad, but her face lacks expression function and looks difficult to get along with.

But why did Radlily choose to help Hermer when she knew this?

The answer is simple.

Radlily is a simple god of fun, she just accepted a fear lord as the spokesperson of Truuzzi's followers, and she hasn't had enough of it, in case the brainless Ai-chan breaks him, then there will be one less interesting toy, what a pity.

So, when Hemmer was targeted by Esarion, Radlily also targeted the two of them, and Shennian chased them all the way.

Ai-chan wants to beat Hemmer, and Radlily approves of it.

So, she had only reminded Hemmer when he was in danger, and then she lay down on the throne made of mist, looking down with relish as Hemmer was bruised by a furious Ai-chan.

But when Ai Chan was moved by murderous intentions, Radlily still didn't collapse and made a decisive move.

Below, the blade of the fangs slid against the shield's inscription, and Esarion switched his slash to a slap that shook Hemer's shield-wielding wrist.

Just as he was about to return fire, Aisarion's figure suddenly disappeared into the fog.

Hemmer looked around vigilantly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and temples, and before he could reach the ground, he disappeared into the fog.

Seeing that Hemmer was completely unaware of Etharion who was close at hand, Radlily from God's perspective couldn't help but complain about Hemmer's fighting power that made the old Bato peasants emotionally resonate.

Master He, that's not how the fight is fought, it's very foggy.

"Hemmer, Esarion is right next to you, dodge to the right now."

Suddenly, Radlily's soft, heavenly voice rang out in the ears of the nervous Hemer, who was stunned and then overjoyed.

It was only because of Radlily's reminder that he had avoided Esarion's air raid, but the other party disappeared after the battle began.

Now Radlily actually helped him again, and sure enough, he was still more worthy of cultivation than Esarion, who was paralyzed.

Well, yes, it must be so.

Without hesitation, Hemmer rolled to the right, narrowly avoiding the trajectory of Aisarion's sudden sword.

Seeing that Hemmer had avoided Ai-chan's attack without danger, Radlily crossed her arms and smiled like a motherly smile.

Radlily then participated in the full duel between Hermer and Esarion, and provided the former with high-quality martial arts instruction.

"Left!"

Hemmer ran to the left.

"Right!"

The grizzled Hemmer rolled to the right.

"Up there!" Hemmer immediately set up a shield above his head.

After a few moves, Aisarion sensed that something was wrong, through the thick fog, and the distance of vision was less than five meters, Hemer was able to react quickly and correctly, without the slightest hesitation, or any sign of dragging mud and water.

It's as if he thinks he must be doing the right thing.

Could it be that Hemmer has the ability to be a prophet of the unknown, or has he seen through the fog and put a nervous expression on his face just to tease himself?

Esarion was puzzled.

But doubts are doubts, and Aisarion never stops, chasing Hemer.

On the Throne of the Mist, Radlily was playful and very happy, seeing Hurmer deflated, she was kicked to the ground by Ai Chan, her smiling eyebrows and eyes were like crescent moons, and helped Hemmer escape Ai Chan's subsequent slash, Hemmer grimaced at Ai Chan, and Ai Chan, who had always been paralyzed, turned red with anger, this new experience made Radlily's body composed of mist so happy that she couldn't stop shaking.

It's no wonder that Kane is keen to bless the elves and make the three spirits fight among themselves, which turns out to be as happy as teasing two crickets to fight.

It's fun!

"Run, run, run!"

"Hit him on the left shoulder with a shield!"

"Kick him in the waist!"

Helmer: ???

Radlily, who was having a good time, reacted that she had lost her temper, so she sat down reservedly and cleared her throat, and gently conveyed her thoughts: "Attack Esarion's ribs." He had been stabbed by the Witch of Death's poisonous blade, and he had been severely injured from it, and he still suffers from pain from time to time. ”

"Howler!" Hemmer stared at Esarion maliciously and snorted coldly.

Secretly said that you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, it turns out that there are flaws.

Look at the sword!

Dodging the blade of the sword grazing his breastplate, Hemmer returned fire for the first time, using the broken sword as a short sword, staring at Esarion's weak spots.

However, due to the huge disparity in strength between the two, Hemmer's counterattack did not cause any actual damage, but it finally slowed down the overwhelming Aisarion's offensive.

This scene shocked the onlookers of Tal-Gavaux Knights.

That little-known dark elf was able to fight back and forth with Lord Esarion. You know, even the legendary pot-bellied king Gollum can only hug his head when he sees an adult, just like a mouse sees a cat.

It seems that this guy can get the princess's favor, in addition to that somewhat outstanding appearance, he does have some real skills.

Entangled by Hemer's maggot-like maggots, Aisarion became furious, and his moves became more and more fierce and slashed with his sword.

Even with Radlily's reminder, Hemmer was still at a disadvantage, and he bared his teeth in pain.

"The reaction is too slow, the strength is too weak. This Truszi is Sun. Radlily couldn't help but vomit inwardly.

With God's help, he was beaten violently, and it was a shame to say it.

Hemmer was like a winged Nagaros eagle in front of Esarion, how could he play with the ferocious Ireth griffin?

It's good to be able to survive.

Seeing that Hemmer was beaten to the ground and embarrassed, Eth also took the opportunity to add to the chaos, Bala kept talking, and quickly used the power of chaos to beat Esarion to the ground.

Radlily knew that Hermer Hammer harbored the demon of Chaos, and she quickened the speed of her speech while suppressing the restless Chaos Corruption.

Irritated by this, Ez could only babble more in Hemer's ear.

As a result, Hemer received the whispers of angels and demons at the same time, and his scalp was about to blow up.