The sky gradually darkened, and the ptarmigans found nothing in a day's search, and the ferocious beast surname of the flying birds of prey gradually calmed down. Most of them start returning to their nests to take care of their eggs, while a small number start to rebuild their nests.

After the incitement of the wings gradually subsided, the refugees of Line 9 began to cautiously pass through the closed steel corridor and enter the entrance of the No. 10 subway.

Heras looked at the inhabitants of Northredan with a smile from inside the mech, and didn't think there was anything wrong with the etiquette of the gnomes, to be honest, he liked to do this kind of thing when he was in the Federation, and he seemed to be quite happy to do it now

As for sacrificing himself for the benefit of others, he was reluctant to do so, and Heras had not had this kind of consciousness before, and of course he did not have it now.

At the Goblin Wood Processing Base in Baku, a group of people are waiting anxiously at the entrance of the subway, including several master technicians, as well as Gleilenya, Goblin Marin, and two necromancers.

Finally, when the Miracle Moon climbed to the highest point and began to move closer to the horizon on the other side, a few lights swept out of the subway entrance, and then a crawler truck full of refugees slowly drove out, and the technicians were all relieved.

"That Emma man did it," the balding Shak sighed in shock, while Mario calmly said, "It's a matter of course, and I'm not worried about it at all." ”

Glelenya looked at the convoy transporting refugees a little nervously, but she never found Heras, she finally couldn't help but worry, and stepped forward to ask a pilot to ask, just as she was blindly searching, a shadow covered the top, and a tooth-white mecha with many scorched marks on the surface leaned in front of her, and with the sound of the air valve, the hatch popped open.

"Thank you for your concern, my friend. Heras slipped out of the hatch, stretched out his right hand, and smiled lightly.

Glelenya breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, she politely stretched out her hand to shake Heras's right hand, but then, as if she realized something, she quickly withdrew her hand and wiped it on the sacrificial robe, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, Heras, my palms are more likely to sweat."

"It doesn't matter. Heras smiled and shook the elf's outstretched right hand, then turned to look at Mario and continued, "I've completed my mission, Mr. Technician, this mech is mine?"

"Of course, Mr. Emma, you have proven your friendship with the Gnome Mechanics Guild, so we will also give you an instant message terminal, which was voted on by the chief technicians, and His Excellency the Chief Technician was delayed on the way due to some accidents, as the personnel left behind, we have the right to give you this thing. Mario chuckled.

He then beckoned to one of the Panzer Guards, who came over with a disc-like instrument and handed it to Heras, with some flashing signal lights on it.

"Here's the manual. Mario pulled out a booklet and added, "The mecha is yours, Mr. Emma, you can set a new password for it." With that, Mario slipped through the hatch and began to reset the mech's classified information.

"Gleilenya, are you sure that the Southwest Tribe can safely send us to the Elven Empire?" Heras solemnly asked the Lunar God Priest, "If not, we can rely on this mecha to forcibly break through the Southwest Tribe of the Dark Elves." ”

"I am convinced, Heras, that I have witnessed with my own eyes the sworn oath of Elder Gulina and my brother to the death, that it is the love that can give each other my life, that I have absolute trust in her, and that she has helped me and my brother to get through the land of strife. Gleilenya replied solemnly, and it seemed that she had a heartfelt respect for the priest of the King of Vientiane.

"But she doesn't necessarily represent the Southwestern tribes. Heras hesitated.

"Sister Gulina is the only elder with a female surname in the southwestern tribe, although she is still level seven, but for the night elf society with a high female surname, she has a considerable right to speak, as long as we do not harm the southwestern tribe, there is absolutely no problem in ensuring our safety. "If the mecha is forced to force its way through, it will inevitably cause a lot of casualties, both for Sister Gulina and for us, it will be very dangerous. ”

"I trust you and Clarence. Heras said noncommittally, but he was a little disappreciative in his heart, he had never seen the person named Gulina, and of course he couldn't talk about trust, but Gleranya was right, if he forced his way through, he would probably have to face Clarence's wife head-on, and the southwestern tribes have survived under the encirclement and suppression of the Elven Empire, which shows that they also have a certain strength, and the forcible invasion itself is also dangerous, the dark elves are intelligent creatures, not the simple-minded birds of the Thunderbirds, although the rift is full of holes, it is impossible for him to hide in the holes, and the dark elves are the best at drilling holes。

Soon Mario finished resetting his password, and Heras stepped forward and re-entered a line of nearly 100 digits like a flying finger.

Mario watched his movements, couldn't help but help but lift his eyes, and asked in wonder, "Sir, do you remember the number of 100 digits?"

"No problem. Heras smiled faintly, re-entered the code with his finger, and the mech restarted with the roar of the engine.

"Goodbye, Mr. Technician, and you, Marin. You are a competent employee. Heras took out a bulging bag of gold coins and threw it to the goblins, and when Marin saw that the true colors of the money were exposed, he quickly picked up the money bag and exclaimed with bright eyes, "Sir, the next time you pass through the land of strife, you are welcome to hire me again!"

"If there is a chance. Heras said indifferently, and with that, he slipped into the cockpit and slammed the hatch shut. Holding the mecha and spreading his hands flat, he motioned for Gleilenya and the two necromancers to sit up.

"It's better to have some defense, guys, the impact of supersonic air currents is not comfortable. As soon as Heras finished speaking, the mech rose into the sky, pulling a long tail flame towards the southwest sky.

A few days later

A quiet moonlight in an uninhabited hilly area to the north of the rift, with little insect chirping all around, was broken by a shrill roar of air, followed by a stream of light.

It was actually a streamlined machine, which descended smoothly to the ground in the flames of the airflow behind it, and then slowly curled up in a hidden rock pile in the hills.

"That's it, Heras. Glelenya jumped down from the mechanical arm and removed the magic defense, and on the other side, two necromancers jumped down in turn.

Then the hatch opened, and Heras leaped out of it, and then cast a 'Intermediate Earth Shape' on the rocky pile of the hills, a fourth-level spell that effectively moved the land, and left very little traces, and soon the accumulated dirt covered the mech, looking just like the original terrain of the hills.

In the past few days, they have relied on the instant information terminals given by the Gnome Technician Association, and have avoided several groups of ptarmigans and some powerful hunting birds, as well as various wars in the local area, and successfully reached the edge of the rift.

"Rotander, Edwin. You're in charge of guarding this place, and you won't be able to enter the Elven Empire anyway. After Heras covered up his tracks, he stood up and commanded the two necromancers.

"Sir, my lifebox," the lich said cautiously.

"I'll naturally give it to you after I come out of the land of strife, take a good look at the mecha!" Heras said angrily, and couldn't help but slander in his heart: "What are you kidding, I want a life box now, what if you two sell my mecha?"

"Heras, a little further is the territory of the Dark Elves Southwest Tribe, and I can contact Gulina at any time in that land. As she spoke, Glelenya pulled out a phantom orb, which left a trail of afterimages with a slight stroke in the air.

With that, she led the way down the nearest rift, and Heras muttered for a moment, then followed.

It didn't take long for them to reach the vicinity of an underground ruin, and Gleilenya shook the phantom bead in her hand vigorously, sending a message inside.

At this time, in a splendid dungeon at the bottom of the rift, Ofaro was lying on the black sofa with his feet cocked comfortably, his right hand caressing Gulina's pale black hair, and his left hand rubbing under her, while the priest of the King of Vientiane was concentrating on what Ofaro had erected proudly, as if it were the most delicious delicacy in the world.

**The comfort of Ofaru makes the blood of the whole body boiling, he inherits the bloodline of the crypt spider, the process of this bloodline experience is very special, not between life and death, but between love to sharpen the will, and sharpen the surname that is much stronger than himself, especially effective, the more conquest the more effective.

This is why Gu Lina is absolutely obedient to him and absolutely cooperative, if he wants to get involved in the dark elf society of the Snow Kingdom, he must make this highness strong quickly.

Ofaro has only one spouse in the kingdom, and his spouse is not very strong, so the progress of the bloodline power is slow, and when he arrives in the southwestern tribe, he seizes every opportunity to race against time to sharpen, these days Gulina has been covered with sticky things, and every time the old one is cleaned up, the new one will be repainted. But she couldn't let up for a moment, because Ofalou was about to be promoted!

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