Spring.

No matter what plane or continent, spring is a season of joy for most races.

There are always exceptions. In this world of many planes, countless continents, complex races, and billions of living beings, the exceptions are only a few, but the sheer number can still surpass the computing power of many intelligent races.

The world is complex, so complex that even the gods can hardly grasp it, destroying miè and rebirth alternately, and stars and energy are born and destroyed in the void. The sky is also complex, with those shining stars hanging high in the endless night sky, and I don't know how many beings are looking up at them at the same time. In the eyes of different beings, the stars represent different meanings, they are hope and destruction. Some people see eternal stillness, and some people see the trajectory of implicit rules. In the eyes of most people, the stars are the symbols of the gods, while in the eyes of a few wise people, they see planes, the earth, and even countless strange worlds from the stars.

The stars are eternal, and only a few surviving can foresee their destruction or even witness their demise. They are numbered with the stars. The stars will also destroy miè, so they will eventually fall. But before the end comes, they often think they are eternal.

Spring is a general term. For example, in an unknown plane, there is also spring. However, there are only two seasons here, spring is the time when everything revives and grows, and autumn is the time when life is dormant and dies. Each rotation of the seasons, calculated according to the World Lord's Plane Rule, is twelve years. In this plane, three suns hang in the sky, and huge stars line the sky, and the stars shine in the same light as the daylight, and they are clearly visible even during the day. The halo of countless ribbons of color in the orbit of the giant star is slowly rotating, which is the origin of countless beautiful legends in this world.

There is not only one continent in this plane, the carrier of life is an entire planet, most of the surface of the planet is ocean, and the land area occupies less than one-sixth. From the sky, the entire planet glows with a deep purple light, which is magnificent and mysterious. A total of six moons orbit it, and on every clear night, the natives of this plane can see at least three months of light and shade of color. The six moons of this plane are the source of the tide of magic and the cornerstone of the magic and civilization of the entire plane.

There are mountains, rivers, lakes and forests on the continent, and purple is still the dominant color, but there are other mottled colors. The terrain of the continent is undulating, with several majestic and steep mountains stretching across the continent, the shortest mountain range is nearly 10,000 kilometers, and peaks of more than 10,000 meters abound. On this continent, there are large and small cities scattered across the planet, and the most magnificent city actually stands on the top of the highest mountain! On this 20,000-meter-high peak, the entire peak is as smooth as a knife, and is occupied by a magnificent city covering an area of several hundred square kilometers. In the middle of the city stand spiral-shaped buildings, jutting straight into the sky. They shone with a metallic sheen, and the rich purple flickered and darkened, as if there was life circulating.

In the center of the giant city is a minaret with a height of 3,000 meters, and the spiral spire on the top layer is constantly spewing purple and gold symbols in all directions, forming a brilliant ribbon of light, constantly flying around the minaret. At the top of the spire stood a tall creature with a humanoid upper body, extremely muscular, with two anti-articulation legs and huge hoofed feet below. The dark blue complexion did not hide the majesty of his face, and dozens of slender tentacles grew on his chin and cheeks, constantly waving as if they were alive. He was covered in strange heavy armor with a metallic sheen, and several important parts, such as the shoulder armor, actually grew together with the body.

This is an old man, and the deep wrinkles on the surface of his skin are not natural, but can only be carved by the knife of time.

He was in a huge space, with countless shining runes flying in the room, and the trajectory seemed to be chaotic, but in fact, it was secretly in line with the laws of the stars. In front of him, the ten-meter-high wall is completely transparent, turning into a panoramic wall that allows him to see the outside world. This is the miracle city built on a 20,000-meter-high mountain peak, and the place where he stands is the commanding height of the city, standing here and looking at it, the distant horizon also shows a clear arc. If he has enough eyesight, he will suddenly feel that he has seen the whole world.

This is the place where all the beings on this plane dream of one day standing, and it has a very apt name, the Hall of Overlooks. And this tall minaret is the sacred place of the entire continent: the Temple of Dusk.

A light flashed in the depths of the overlooking hall, and the figure of a young man flashed in the light. His frame was even taller, and he strode as he stried, his hooves and feet colliding with the all-metal ground, splashing a cloud of sparks. Each time his heavy steps fell, the whole hall trembled slightly. In that majestic body, the surging power could not be suppressed at all, and the slightest spilled out, turning into lightning or a small dark black storm, and shattering on the heavy armor, but the armor surface was like water without a trace under the impact of such ** energy.

The young man rushed behind the old man, knelt down on one knee, and said in a sonorous voice: "Great Priest!

The old man did not answer, nor moved, and even the tentacles hung down softly and calmly, and he was still looking at the outside world, as if no change was enough for him to move his gaze in the slightest. It's dusk, which should be the most beautiful time on the continent, when the hustle and bustle of the day begins to die down, the sky is covered with a lilac sunset, the two suns that have not set and the three rising moons hang together on the sky, and the beautiful aura will refract endless colors that are incomprehensible to the eyes of all living beings. This moment is the time when countless legends took place, and it is also the origin of the name of the Temple of Dusk.

But the current twilight feels like the end of the world...... From time to time, the mountains lit up with flashes of light, and then pillars of fire rose into the sky, slowly turning into billowing smoke. Now the dark black smoke has obscured the small half of the sky. But as far as the eye can see, you can see countless dots in the sky circling and flying, chasing each other, colliding with each other, and someone will burn and fall from time to time. The transparent magical curtain wall blocked the sound, but it could not block the vibration, and the overlooking hall kept vibrating.

The blood-red planet in the distant sky occupied most of the sky, and against its backdrop, dozens of huge black shadows could be seen floating in the sky, winding forward, as if walking on the ground, slowly skimming across the sky. Far apart, they may seem inconspicuous, but they are actually extremely large, each about the size of an entire city! These huge black shadows have sail-like fins on their backs, and huge bony wings stretch out on their sides, like ancient beasts that have been said to have lurked in the depths of the ocean, and they are incredibly large.

They swayed slowly, shaking off flakes of flame. Every piece of flame can cover a city. It wasn't a magic flame, it wasn't a magic flame, it had almost no temperature, but it could burn for a qiē, and it couldn't be extinguished. Underneath them, cities began to burn, and the terrible cries continued. Under this flame, inanimate matter will be violently burned to the end, while life can last for a long time, which is an extremely painful and long death.

From time to time, a strange red cloud flashed in the distant sky, which meant that another ancient beast appeared out of thin air.

One by one, figures rose from the mountains and rushed into the huge black shadows flying in the sky. The High Priest and the young men knew that those warriors of the clan were now attacking the enemy they had never seen before, at the cost of their lives. Their attacks were heroic and poignant, but they had little effect. The vast majority of warriors have not even even flown close to the enemy before they have an unquenchable flame burning on their bodies, screaming and falling from the sky.

Dao flames, ice shuttles, and thunderbolts also rose from the ground, spanning thousands of kilometers and bombarding enemies suspended in the sky, capable of sending magical attacks to such a great distance, there would be no one in the entire continent. The flames and lightning may seem small, but they are powerful enough to flatten an entire mountain. Behind those seemingly monotonous lights and shadows are names that make people breathless, such as Deep Blue Roar, Void Divine Punishment, Extreme Beam, Dragon Breath, Neutral Severance, and so on.

However, these powerful magic, magic, and even skills bombarded those giant beasts, but they only caused ripples in circles, shattering a few flames and erupting a few small mushroom black clouds on the surface of their bodies. But seeing that the trajectory of those giant beasts was not skewed in the slightest, I knew that they had not been able to damage their bodies at all.

The young man was still on his knees, but he also looked up at the silent scene of the end outside the curtain wall. He has long had a deep understanding of the enemy he had never seen before. Just moments ago, he himself was one of the fearless warriors who took to the skies, only to return to Earth alive with superhuman strength and to the Hall of Overlook. It's not that he lacks the courage to die, but that there are heavier responsibilities here that he needs to repeat.

So when he spoke again, there was a faint despair in his voice: "High Priest, only the attacks of the peak warriors can cause damage to them, and the magic and divine skills of the legendary mages and priests are completely ineffective! Even the divine punishment inflicted with the power of the gods is the same! But for them, the damage caused by the peak warriors is completely insignificant. Great sacrifice, the gods have abandoned us......"

"Don't worry, we still have the War Beast. The High Priest said slowly.

"But......" The young warrior did not continue, but turned his head again to look at the apocalyptic world outside.

The earthquake trembled, and among the distant mountains rose a silver dragon, graceful and beautiful, radiating a light that almost illuminated the mountains. This is the pinnacle of one of the few war beasts, the guardian of the plane, the frost dragon Serra. In the long years, because of her existence, I don't know how many invasions of heterotopic creatures have been destroyed.

Even in the silent hall of overlook, the earth-shattering roar of the Frost Dragon could be heard, and she swooped down on the back of a great foe, striking with claws, horns, and breath. Even the Frost Dragon was slender and weak compared to the enemies floating in the sky, but for the first time, the unknown enemy began to struggle violently, and uncontrollably and slowly fell towards the mountains below.

At the same time, there were many cheers in all corners of the continent, and for the first time since the Doomsday War, an enemy was shot down.

"But...... There is only one Serra. The young man said something that could have been judged blasphemous, but the high priest only sighed deeply. This young man is the most outstanding genius in the entire continent in the last ten years, his strength has long been at the peak of legend, and he is also the only survivor of the desperate battle against the Doomsday Messenger. His judgment will not be wrong.

The wrinkles on the Great Priest's skin were even deeper, and it seemed that he had aged for decades in an instant, and he shook his head, only sighing heavily. Several tentacles fell off his jaw, and before they could hit the ground, they turned into ashes.

A pale gray pillar of light suddenly appeared in the distance, connecting the earth and the sky, and that was where Serra swooped down on the Doomsday Destroyer. In the gray pillar of light, the frost dragon soared into the sky, struggling to fly out of the gray light-shrouded range. She roared in extreme pain, but her wings quickly annihilated, and then a mist of silver sand flew on the huge dragon's body, and in an instant, that elegant and beautiful existence turned into countless silver sand, and then silently annihilated!

"High Priest, let's go, it's still too late! With my strength, I can open a passage between planes and send you to other planes. As long as you still have zài, the legacy of the Temple of Dusk can continue!" Until this time, the young man's voice was still firm and powerful. Although he did not say it, the price of opening up the plane passage would be his entire life and soul. However, this is the last hope of the world.

A bronze book suddenly appeared in the hand of the high priest, this book was thick and ancient, and it had just appeared, and the desolate aura that carried this plane from its birth to the present for hundreds of millions of years filled the entire overlooking hall.

"The Book of Eternity!!" the young man's eyes lit up with hope again. He had almost forgotten that the High Priest still had such an artifact in his hands.

The High Priest, however, quietly opened the Book of Eternity, and on the open page, a pattern was emerging, the scene of the Frost Dragon struggling in pain in the gray pillar of light. On the ancient pages, the yellow and monochromatic lines of the old paper make everyone who sees it feel the deepest tremors of the soul. It was unspeakable desperation.

The young man was obviously aware of the nature of the Book of Eternity, and he only hurriedly swept over the picture, and the focus of his gaze fell on the hand of the High Priest, hoping that he would quickly turn the page. The High Priest did not stop, the pages of the Book of Eternity quietly turned, and finally, the back cover appeared.

However, after the fall of the Guardian of the Plane, there was no new chapter.

The young man looked at the back cover of the Book of Eternity in a daze, and his heart was already blank.

Outside the curtain wall, all the Doomsday Destroyers burned, and pillars of pale gray light pierced through the heavens and the earth, and they used themselves as sparks to ignite the entire plane.

The Sixth Age ended there.

It's the end.

Spring.

Spring has arrived.

No matter what plane or continent, spring is a season of joy for most races, and even more so on the legendary continent of Norland. It's a magical land, and it's a beautiful land, incredibly vast and shockingly fertile and rich.

If the Norland Continent is a gorgeous robe decorated with jewels, then the Eternal Night Forest, which stretches for thousands of kilometers, is just a beautiful jade on the placket, but it is by no means the largest piece, nor is it the most beautiful piece. However, there are also legends that the true area of the Eternal Night Forest is much larger than it shows on the map, and it is said that this forest hides more than one half-plane, and the royal court of the Silver Moon Elves is said to be located in the middle of the Eternal Night Forest. However, legends are only legends, except for the Silver Moon Elves, no human or other race has ever entered the Elven Court. There may have been a handful of people over a long period of time, but they apparently chose to keep it a secret.

Not far from the Forest of Eternal Night, a small ordinary caravan was moving forward. The caravan, consisting of a dozen wagons and less than twenty escorts, did not advance at a fast pace, and did not look at all in a hurry. This is not common for businessmen who believe that time is money.

This season is the most beautiful season on the continent, but also the most refreshing season, the warm wind with the fragrance of various seasonal flowers, softly blowing across the earth, but also blowing away the fatigue of people's body and mind. The size of the caravan was small, and the goods loaded on the cart were not heavy, and experienced people could tell at a glance that the carriage was loaded with the specialties of the Eternal Night Forest, the furs and flesh of the monsters, various materials, and rare wood. Compared to the cargo carried by the caravans, the size of the guards was a little extravagant. The twenty guards were all young, and they were the golden age of warriors. Well-made armor, well-organized weapons, and mounts that meet the standard of war horses all show that they are not easy to mess with. The owners of good equipment usually have the appropriate force, and the guards may be too young, but it is clear that their owners are not short of money, and in the social rules of this plane, money is closely related to strength.

The markings on the carriage represent the nobility, and scholars who are well-versed in heraldry will surely recognize the meaning of the three quails in the center of the branches. It is a family with at least four hundred years of history, old enough, and has made meritorious achievements in past wars. Although the history represented by heraldry is not remarkable, the current situation shows that the family has not fallen either.

The nearby bandits look at the caravan from a different perspective: the guards are too well equipped to make up for the possible gap in martial arts, and they will have to pay the price of blood to defeat them, but the limited gains will not make up for the losses. This is the logic of thieves, and glittering equipment can influence their judgment more than inner force.

So along the way, this small caravan did not encounter an eyeless group of thieves.

A young girl in the convoy was dressed in a gorgeous light armor, with beautiful long chestnut hair tied behind her head, and her smart eyes looked vibrant, with a childlike innocence of purity. It's just that the two-handed sword hanging on the side of the horse shows that maybe she is not as beautiful and harmless as she appears. She yawned heavily, looked around, and said a little boredly, "It's so quiet...... Why don't they have a single group of thieves? Are they all getting smarter?"

There was also an older girl next to her, who listened to her words, smiled and said, "The unsmart thieves have long been wiped out!"

The girl was very unconvinced: "But isn't there a guy with a little courage?"

"Thieves with courage die faster. ”

The girl was so choked that she couldn't speak, pouted, and snorted, "Sister Elani, I can't talk about you anyway." ”

The maiden named Ilani wore plain robes, a common attire for magic apprentices or low-level magicians, with a simple style and no obvious magical accessories. She has long dark hair, casually pulled behind her back, a few strands of hair that hang down long along her cheeks to her chest, outlining a slender face, her appearance is not very outstanding, but her calm temperament will always make people unconsciously pay attention to it. Illani obviously liked the girl very much, and seeing her puffing up, she laughed and comforted her, and a few words made the girl look bright.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded behind the caravan, and the guards were immediately alert. Although the carriage did not stop, the hands of the guards were already near the weapons. This place has belonged to the territory of Viscount Ansik, and the Viscount has spared no effort to crack down on the bandits, so it is very safe. But the guards were well-trained and did not be paralyzed by this.

Hoofs thunder!

But in the billowing smoke and dust, there was only one horse, it was a very rough man, a messy hair tied with a red cloth, and there was no lined linen in the leather armor, just shirtless on his body, bare two chest muscles full of chest hair, I don't know if it was really rough or showing off steel muscles and thick chest hair. The man ** is a black war horse, much taller than an ordinary military horse, and obviously has a Warcraft bloodline. One person and one ride gallop like flying, but the momentum is like thousands of horses!

Excited by the knight's momentum, the faces of several guards changed instantly, and they involuntarily clenched the hilt of their swords. Someone even subconsciously pulled out half of the long sword! The unsheathed blade was shining, and at first glance it was a magical weapon with exquisite skills. It's just that the value of such a long sword is more than a cart of ordinary demonic beast fur.

With a choking sound, the big sword of the pony-tailed girl's horse side screamed, and automatically jumped into her hand, her eyes shining, staring at the rushing knight, and shouting: "Thief?!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Illani stopped the eager girl and motioned for the guards to get out of the middle of the path. Several of the guards looked dissatisfied, but silently turned their horses' heads and made way of the road.

The knight rushed past the convoy like a thunderbolt, a man like a tiger, a horse, and the wind that staggered and passed by lifted Irani's long hair to fly.

Running out for dozens of meters, the black war horse suddenly stood up, spun in place a few times, and when the knight on the horse happened to face the caravan, he shouted: "Hey! beautiful girl, my name is Gordon!"

With a roar, the horse had turned, its hooves fell to the ground, and it was once again like wind and thunder, leaving only the people in the caravan standing in place, dumbfounded.

"Sister Elani, is he trying to soak you?" the girl said after a long pause.

"Hey, he's talking about you. ”

"No, he's obviously looking at you......" The girl was about to say more, but a small whirlwind popped out of Illani's fingertips and slapped on her horse's buttocks. So the horse neighed and went away with the reluctant girl.

Except for this little episode, nothing ever happened. The caravan arrived at dusk at the scheduled camp town of Ludvik and was preparing to spend the night there.

The town of Ludwik is small, with only one main road running through the town and a few alleys running through it, and the aboriginal population is only a few hundred, but because it is located right in the middle of the Viscount of Ansyk and the Eternal Night Forest, there are many merchants and travelers, so it is very prosperous. There are disproportionately many inns and taverns in the town, as well as many shops for equipment, magic items, and monster skins. However, the most popular among the mercenaries in the town is the locally produced liquor.

When night falls, the town is brightly lit, and even the wind blows through the smell of wine and food. Dinner time is also the most relaxing time for people who have a busy day. In the lobby of the inn, Illani and Ju occupied a table, and the guards sat separately from the rest of the caravan. However, the restaurant, which was very large, only a few dozen people occupied only half of the seats, and the rest of the merchants and mercenaries filled the remaining seats.

On the other side of the bar in the dining room, three bards are performing, two on guitar, and the older poet in the middle is beating the tambourine in a low voice, singing the story of the epic hero: Alessandra, the Dark Knight King. Cangsang's hoarse singing, powerful drums, exotic music, and passionate stories all contribute to a unique charm. Although the story has been sung for many years, people are still fascinated by it. Bottles of liquor are served, drunk, injected into the veins, mixed with the blood, and then boiled and poured up the top of the head. In the drunkenness, the rhythm of the tambourine gradually captures everyone's heart. Even Illani and Ju listened attentively.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the door, and it stopped abruptly outside, and then a majestic man walked into the hall. He was so tall that he had to bow his head slightly before squeezing in through the door. He looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he strode towards Illani and Young, ignoring the murderous gaze of the guards, and sat down at the table, grinning wide, staring at Illani as if no one was around, and said, "Hey, pretty girl, meet again!

Now I can see clearly, this is a rugged and ostentatious man, with a resolute and tough face, and the lines are as hard as if they were made of metal. Although the thick mustache on his upper lip was as hard as a steel needle, covering his upper lip tightly, it was evident that he was still very young. And those eyes, as pure and clear as two dark green gems, will even feel a clear light flowing after staring at it for a long time. He was dark-skinned, and a reddish scar ran from the corner of his eye across the left side of his face. It was a recent injury, and instead of destroying the sculptural countenance, it added a bit of masculine charm to Gordon. The leather armor on his body was not of high quality, it had worn out, and there were several scratches that had not yet had time to be repaired.

Her eyes lit up, and she stared at Gordon without any scruples, and asked, "Thief?"

"Adventurers. ”

"It's boring!" Gordon's reply disappointed. But she didn't give up, but continued to ask: "Then why are you pestering us?"

Gordon grinned, pointed at Illani, and said, "Because I like her!"

"It's a pervert!" said Tin, disappointed.

Ilani sat peacefully, but behind her there was the sound of metal clashing, and the guards were all angry, and many of them had already drawn their weapons. As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, the momentum of the young guards suddenly changed, and there was a cold murderous aura faintly exuding from their bodies. The temperature in the dining room dropped suddenly, and the other mercenaries who had been noisy as usual were slowly silenced and looked at this side in disbelief. Of course, they understand what this murderous aura means, this group of guards is not only a master, but also a real killer, and their real strength is far beyond their young appearance!

Elani frowned slightly, her pale blue eyes looking at Gordon, not avoiding his fiery gaze. She raised her hand slightly, and the guards restrained their murderous intentions, returned their long swords, and sat down silently. But dozens of Dawson's cold gazes still locked on Gordon. As long as he made the slightest strange move, more than a dozen long swords would pierce his body in an instant.

Illani said lightly: "I hate meaningless entanglements, you will not be able to do this." ”

Gordon laughed a few times and said, "I like you, and you'll love me!" ”

"You said you liked me because of the prophecy?" Illani's expression and tone were still faint, and she didn't even ask where the prophecy came from.

"The second half is a prophecy, the first half is not. I saw you and I fell in love with you, it's as simple as that. ”

"Whose prophecy?"

"Mine!"

Illani sighed a little helplessly, if Gordon's unnatural play in front of her had given her a little curiosity to explore the reason, now she was almost certain that Gordon was a scoundrel. It's just that this man's eyes are so pure that she was surprised, so she hasn't let the guards drive them away. But he was so foolish that she finally lost her patience.

Ying became interested again, and interjected, "Well, since you like Sister Illani, you have to show something!

Before Illani could object, Gordon took out her purse, poured all the coins on the table, pointed to the caravan, and exclaimed, "Hey, boss, I have a treat and give each of these gentlemen a glass of grapes...... Ah, no, McBar......"

Gordon poured out a lot of money, but most of it was copper coins, there were few silver coins, and gold coins were nowhere to be found. This amount of money, not to mention expensive grape spirits, is not enough even a glass of ale per person. Gordon scratched his hair, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "This...... Just came out on an adventure and haven't made any money yet......"

Many people in the restaurant laughed, the adventurous life was boring and dangerous, and it was rare to have such a farce to have fun. The faces of the guards were even more ugly.

But she seemed to be more interested in Gordon: "I'm more beautiful than Sister Illani, and I have a better body than her, why don't you like me?"

Akane is full of energy, half a head taller than Ilanni, and because of the exercise of martial arts, her body is as graceful as a cheetah and full of dangerous temptation, which is obviously much more attractive to men.

"This ...... I like it, but there is no reason, I saw her and liked it. Gordon replied, grabbing his head.

Akane didn't plan to let him go: "Then tell me what you have to do, you can be worthy of my sister Ilanni!"

"You see, I'm a nobleman!" Gordon pulled out a coat of arms from his pocket, the lines on which were already blurred, but still a rather old thing. In the current continent, as long as there are human beings, identity is quite important, and many rights are only possessed by nobles.

"And where is your castle, how many people are there?" is a sign of a nobleman's strength.

Gordon's face turned a rare red and said, "The ancestral castle...... It was sold a few generations ago. As for myself, I don't have an inheritance yet. This is a euphemism, which translates to mean that the nobility has long since declined, the traditional territories may have been lost, belonging to the landless nobility, and Gordon has no inheritance.

"What about the rest!"

"I'm a third-level warrior and I haven't chosen the direction of promotion yet. Gordon showed off his thick arms and rock-like pecs. It's a pity that this doesn't mean anything, the level of a warrior is high, and strength is not measured by muscles.

Akane pouted unceremoniously: "Level 3 warrior! That's not everywhere." ”

"That's different! I'm a genius, I can use magic patterns to construct my body! Look here!" Gordon stretched out his arm, removing his armguard. On his forearm is a tattoo of a wild bull, which is lifelike. This is not a simple tattoo, but a magical pattern construction with magical power, which is equivalent to equipping the owner with a miniature magic array, which can provide powerful attribute bonuses or powerful skills. Whether you have a magic pattern or not is also a sign of strength. The Demon Pattern Construct is extremely precious, not only because of its power, but also because of the rarity of the Demon Pattern Builder. One out of every two people can carry a Demonic Pattern Structure, but there is not a single person out of hundreds of people who can actually get a Demonic Pattern Structure.

"It's just the power of a brute bull, it's nothing rare, is this also called a genius?" The power of the bull gives a strength bonus to the warrior, which is very useful and is one of the most common magic patterns. Illani's gaze lingered on Gordon's arm for a moment, then frowned in thought.

Gordon calmly put on his armguards and said, "I don't have the money to load a better Magic Pattern Build." But when I find a ruin or kill a high-level monster, I'll have money. Look at my body, it can carry four magic patterns. ”

"That's pretty much it!" Akane was barely satisfied. The quality of a person's talent, in addition to the attribute profession, also depends on how many magic pattern constructs the limit can carry. Tai Ban's professional can only load one magic pattern construct in his life, and Gordon can load four, which is already quite a good level, which means more attribute bonuses than ordinary professionals, or a few more powerful skills.

Since there was no further conflict here, the attention of the rest of the bar was diverted one after another. The bard's singing sounded again, and the strong, low tambourine beat was complemented by a strong, mellow spirit. Akane soon became more and more acquainted with Gordon, exchanging adventures and drinking more and more. In fact, she is just a child who is going away for the first time, and Gordon's adventures are very rich, and the stories make Akane's eyes light up.

In the time that followed, the atmosphere in the restaurant was always good and lively enough, but there were no fights or other disturbances. When the crowd finally dispersed late at night, people no longer knew how much cellar the owner had drunk, and the satisfied smile of the old man behind the bar was telling. Even Akane staggered and unsteady on her feet, and was finally dragged back by Illani.

The next morning, the caravan departed as normal, and as they were leaving the inn, they suddenly saw that Gordon had already risen, dressed in coarse cloth, and was scrubbing the horses in the stables, doing the work that only servants do.

"What are you doing, Gordon?" cried Akane.

"I don't have enough money to pay for my drinks and rent, so I have no choice but to work to pay off my debts!" Gordon's voice was high and full of sunshine. Despite his work as a servant of the nobility, he did not find it embarrassing at all. The movements were skillful and serious, and the horses became shiny under his hands.

Akane vaguely remembered that all the wine had been counted on Gordon's head last night. She burst out laughing, told Gordon to enjoy the work, and rode away. As the caravan rolled along, Illani suddenly turned back to see the tall and majestic figure in the stables still waving goodbye to her.

The caravan walked northeast along the avenue, out of the viscounty of Ansyk, through the county of Bernan, and into the domain of the Count of Tudom. Half a month has passed, and the road is very calm, and I have never met the thief group that Akane expected, but I have met Gordon twice more. He chases the caravan all the way, tells adventures to Akane and Illani, invites the guards to drink, and then stays to work at the inn to pay off his debts. This is true both times. Every time he finished hiring Akane and the caravan, Gordon had to do three or five days of hard labor. The area is quiet and safe, and adventurers have little place to make money. Akane didn't seem to know the size of Gordon's wallet, and she would not stop until she couldn't walk until she could no longer walk, and then put the account on Gordon's head.

"This is punishment, who let him keep pestering you!" Akane said to Illani with a grin. Illani just shook her head and didn't say anything more.

In this way, the caravan made its way forward, replenishing water at each lodging point. But the goods on the car have never increased or decreased, and they are still the specialties of the Eternal Night Forest. Every few days, Gordon is bound to show up. When they heard the thunderous sound of horses' hooves and hearty laughter, the guards knew that he was coming, and that he had just paid off his debts. If this continues, the guards will even feel that something is missing when Gordon shows up a day late.

Two months passed, and Gordon invited the people in the caravan to drink six meals, and everyone knew that he had been working as a coolie to earn money except for these six days, and no, perhaps he had been working during those six days. Even the guards, who hated him at first, were a little unbearable, but Akane grinned every time, and then counted the bill on Gordon's head.

For two months, Elani and Gordon had spoken no more than twenty words. But the heat in his eyes made Illani feel unbearable.

The journey was calm and not peaceful.

This is the county of Gower, a territory of the Holy Alliance. Among the human forces in the entire Norland continent, the Holy Alliance Empire is also a behemoth. Compared to traditional empires, the Holy Alliance is more like a group of nobles and nobles, and the Emperor is only the largest and most powerful of them. In front of the caravan, less than three thousand kilometers away, you can reach the capital of the Holy Alliance, the legendary city on the continent, Faust.

The caravan slowly entered the small town of Neuflud, a town in the county of Gower, which was a campsite on a predetermined route. However, when entering Neuflod, he was confronted by a dozen knights and a magician rushing out of the town. The roads in and out of the town are full of business trips, and it is very dangerous to gallop horses at high speeds. The knights' sky-blue cloaks were embroidered with the insignia of Count Gower, which was very eye-catching from a distance, and the travelers who often walked on this trade route gave way, and the knights were also very skilled in riding, maneuvering their horses to avoid the people who could not dodge, but the speed did not decrease.

As they passed the caravan, the sorcerer on the horse suddenly let out a sigh and turned his head to stare at Akane and Irani. It was a middle-aged magician, very thin, with a bluish black hue on his face, perhaps the result of a toxin deposit caused by years spent in the magic room. His pupils were cloudy, but his gloomy gaze made people feel cold for no reason. The magician's robe on his body was unusually ornate, covered with intricate patterns. It wasn't decoration, it was a magic pattern created by solidifying magic. Such a magic robe can only be owned by ** masters above level nine.

The cavalry soon moved away on the main road, but the mage's gloomy eyes seemed to be engraved on everyone's heart, making everyone in the caravan feel heavy. The caravan stopped in front of the booked inn, and the guards dismounted and prepared to enter the hotel. Irani suddenly said, "Let's leave immediately!"

Akane sighed and said, "But Gordon will catch up today." ”

"Leave immediately. Elani repeated. This time Akane stopped talking, but silently got on the horse. Illani rarely speaks, but she repeats it at most.

It was now approaching dusk, and the nearest town was a few dozen kilometres away, leaving Neuflud to camp in the wilderness. However, Akane did not object, and did not even ask the reason further, but directly made a gesture to the guards, so they mounted one after another, and the caravan was back on its way. As soon as they exited Neuflud, the caravan began to pick up speed, and then simply abandoned a few slow wagons on the side of the road. But even so, less than twenty kilometers after running, the sound of horses' hooves came from the road behind him.

Illani Yi 謋ù licking the edge of the sac couch barrel burn Liao Liao Dan Remains Bai Ying Crest midge branded by のrotten sled 15

The sound of hooves rumbling like rolling thunder at the end of the avenue approached rapidly, and horses covered in iron armor rushed out of the smoke and dust. The knight on the horse was heavily armored and carried a two-meter-long iron cutting heavy sword in his hand. Count Goyle's Heavy Knights! With fifty heavy knights, Count Goyle has sent most of his most elite troops!

On the flanks of the hoplites, there were hundreds of light cavalry, and in the center of the ranks were the magicians who had been with each other at dusk. He was still wearing a gorgeous robe, but he had a three-meter-long magic wand in his hand, and the crystal inlaid at the top of the staff was so large that it was coveted, and it was full of brilliance, intersecting with the lines on the robe, and flashing with a strange light in the already dark sky.

When the Heavy Rider appeared, the guards all changed faces. In fact, everyone in the caravan has martial arts, even the coachman is a second-level warrior, but they are only lightly armed warriors, the number is less than fifty, and the threat of ordinary bows and arrows to heavy knights is also limited. What's more, there is also a magician! That magician no longer hides the magic fluctuations on his body, a ** master of at least twelve levels! Such a mage, even a nobleman of the rank of Earl Goyle must be courteous and courteous, and it is more likely to serve someone with a higher status.

Everyone on the mound was quiet and ready for battle. Now their only hope is that the goal of this group of people is not themselves, but there is very little hope.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again in the town of Neuvold, and Gordon, riding a black warhorse, rushed into the town and stopped at the door of the largest inn in town. But here he did not see the familiar caravan carriages, and the horse gallery was empty. In the course of two months, Gordon brushed his horses many times, and almost every mount of the guards was brushed. So he knew all the horses in the caravan, but there was not a single horse in the stables that he knew.

Gordon's thick brow furrowed for the first time, and the black warhorse man stood up, spun around in place a few times, and his iron hooves fell to the ground, rushing out of the town like wind and thunder, and disappearing into the vast night.

At this time, the hill had become a killing field, blood soaked the mud on the hillside, and the corpses of war horses and human corpses were stacked on top of each other. The sound of hooves was still thundering, and the hoplites were lining up the hills, ready for a second assault. They were met with unexpectedly stubborn resistance, and they lost nine of their companions, no more than forty-one hoplites, and they were still terrifyingly combative. Their first charge pierced the hilltop defenses, taking more than a dozen lives from the caravan, and the guards' bows and arrows were surprisingly powerful, piercing armor with a single arrow, inflicting heavy damage on well-armed hoplites. The light cavalry, which played the role of containment and cover, were shot through more than twenty times. The light chain mail they wore could barely stop the arrows fired by the guards.

Akane gasped for breath, pointed straight ahead with the sword in both hands, bowed slightly, and maintained a posture of pounce at any time, but her eyes were fixed on the magician a hundred meters away. The two-handed sword bloomed with a shining light, and it was actually a high-quality magic sword. Akane's warrior level is not very high, but her sword skills and lethality are terrifying, and if she takes on her attack head-on, even a heavily armed knight will be split in half by her sword. Half of the losses of the hoplite knights of the Count of Gower in front were caused by her.

The battlefield is filled with fire, storms, lightning, and explosions, and Ilani is fighting fiercely against the archmage on the opposite side. Her mage level is only level six at most, but her control of magic is exquisite, and she actually withstood the opponent's magic attack for a while. However, the huge gap in rank could not be made up by skill alone, and her face was pale, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

This is a strange caravan, with an average level of not high, lower than the elite forces under the command of Earl Gower. However, the equipment and skills are far superior to the opponent, so that they can hold on to the attack of the absolutely superior enemy until now.

Akane was building up her strength, and her eyes revealed the intent to attack, it was the great magician. But a hundred meters away, according to common sense, she couldn't threaten the magician at all. If you want to rush in front of the magician, there are still forty heavy riders on the way.

The magician shuddered suddenly, and felt an inexplicable threat. He shifted his gaze and saw at a glance from among the many enemies on the opposite side that Akane had suddenly added a delicate and ornate short bow in his hand, small as a child's toy, but it brought him the most real threat of death. The magician suddenly looked at Akane and smiled, and the smile was so grim that Akane subconsciously shivered. But her hand was still steady, her movements were skillful and precise, and a delicate little arrow was attached to a short bow, and then like a bolt of lightning, it was shot into the mage's forehead in an instant! The mage's ranged shield was silently annihilated in front of the arrow.

One of the archer's highest skills, Demon Breaker!

The arrow was off the string, and Akane involuntarily exhaled, but the scene in front of her made her eyes suddenly widen and her whole body stiffened.

The magician still maintained an eerie smile, and behind him, there was a cloud of smoke that seemed to be produced by the explosion of a spell, condensed, and at this time, a giant sword was silently stretched out, without any slashing action, as if it was originally lying there. The small arrow hit the arrow headlong and was easily bounced away, as if it were really a toy. Then, the smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a knight whose whole body was hidden under heavy armor, but through the cracks in the armor burst out with an unstoppable and powerful light. The war horse he rode was also half as tall as an ordinary war horse, and the huge horse did not have any harness or armor on its body, and the huge and intricate magic patterns seemed to be carved directly into the fur.

"Construct Knight!" Akane cried out, her expression of true fear for the first time.

Constructed Knights, the ultimate force used by humans in warfare, are themselves high-level warriors, wearing specially made magical heavy armor. However, the ultimate characteristic of the Constructed Knights is the Magical Pattern Construct on their body and the Warhorse! Only those who have more than five Magical Pattern Fabrics can be called Constructed Knights. On the battlefield, a Constructed Knight can easily slaughter an entire squadron of heavy cavalry, and has the power to determine the direction of the battlefield. When the first formed Constructed Knight unit appeared hundreds of years ago, it immediately became the deepest nightmare of other races on the continent. Since then, the number of constructors who can draw magical patterns has become the most sought-after in the entire continent, but the extremely demanding talent requirements have always made the number of constructors scarce.

The appearance of the costume knight made him lose his mind. At this moment, a turquoise leaf flew into the sky and stuck to Akane's body. The leaves instantly sparked Pang Pei's magic, enveloping Akane entirely.

"Illani!" Akane reacted immediately, shouting, but unable to resist the power of the magic, the figure gradually became transparent until it completely dissipated. Leaves are powerful one-time teleportation power-ups that can teleport a person to a designated location in the most dangerous situations. It wasn't a force Akane could resist, and before leaving, she could only watch as the overwhelming torrent of magic overwhelmed and knocked out Ilannie.

Elani had fallen to the ground, her vision blurred from the intense pain. There were no more resisting guards as far as the eye could see, and the torrent of magic that had broken her just now also affected her companions, and although they blocked the light cavalry that followed, the heavy knights of the enemy on the opposite side were beginning to pick up speed. One more charge, and all these young and elite warriors will die here. And she doesn't think about what will happen to her in the hands of these people, because she knows that she will not fall into their hands. Illani had an extra jade dagger in her hand, and pressed it against her chest. The blade of the dagger flashed with a gray glow, and the instant death magic solidified on it would not only harvest her life, but also destroy her soul, and her body would quickly decay into a pile of ashes. She also had one last magic shield around her, which was the magic stored in the trinkets. When the shield broke, it was her time of death.

And she will leave nothing for these humans.

The heavily armored knight began to charge, the heavy sound of hooves muffling the sound of qiē. This time, however, the hoof sound was different, and Illani heard something familiar in it.

Gordon appeared on the edge of the battlefield, and the burly and hideous figure of the knight immediately made his pupils shrink! He subconsciously wanted to turn his horse away, but he saw Illani who had fallen to the ground, and the last shield was crumbling. Gordon's face turned pale and suddenly blood-red, and his round eyes were bloodshot! With a hysterical scream, he slammed into the knight in disguise!

"It's too late for anything. On the other side, Ilani's consciousness began to blur, and she clenched her dagger and plunged it into her chest!

With a snap, her wrist was suddenly struck hard, and the death dagger flew far away. The sharp tip of the dagger only cut through the clothes on her chest, and it almost punctured the skin, and if you saw blood, it would be irreparable. Then a strong arm grabbed Illani and lifted her up. Then she felt as if she was floating in the clouds, up and down. The smell of a familiar smell at the end of her nose reassured Irani, who was in a state of extreme panic, her tense nerves relaxed, her eyes went dark, and she finally fainted. The last bit of consciousness was the feeling coming from behind, I didn't expect that person's body to be so hot, but yet as hard as steel.

I don't know how long it took, but Ilani woke up. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is a naked-naked back, dark skin, knotted muscles, and criss-crossing scars. Although the man didn't look back, Illani immediately knew it was Gordon. Her head was still groggy and she had no strength at all, and she couldn't understand how a third-level warrior could get her out of that battlefield. This is a cave, not a castle dungeon.

She struggled to sit up, and suddenly felt a cold on her chest, only to find that the chest of the magician's robe had been completely cut, and even the ** with good defense function was broken. Gordon heard movement behind him, and when he turned around, he saw it all.

"You!" Elani was furious, raising her hand to unleash an instantaneous spell. But her magic power had long been exhausted, and this time she forcibly mobilized her magic power, her eyes suddenly went black, and the sharp pain in her mind almost made her faint again. She went limp, and she collapsed.

Gordon was taken aback and rushed over and hugged Illani. Illani struggled violently, but heard Gordon shout: "I've already seen what I should have seen, don't move!"

There seemed to be a strange sensation in Gordon's voice, and the gentle liquid and bloody breath splashed on her face woke Illani from her shame. The wound was on Gordon's left chest, exactly where the heart was. As soon as she struggled, Gordon's wound burst open, and blood spurted like an arrow.

Seeing Illani's face, Gordon was as relaxed as ever, laughed, pointed to the wound on his chest, and said, "It's okay to construct a knight's stab!" If you don't take this sword, you can't escape from the hands of the Constructed Knight! Hei Yan is still young, and he can't run fast enough. ”

Illani didn't move again, nor did she wipe the blood from her face. Although her chest was still bare, she was completely unaware of it, just staring at Gordon's chest. A third-level warrior who is able to escape from a knight of at least level 10 will have to pay a price even if he has the best luck.

Such a deep wound, surely the heart has been pierced.

"You ......," she did not continue, for Gordon seemed to know what she meant, and had already taken her hand and put it on his chest. Beneath the steel-heavy pectoral muscles, Elani felt a strong heartbeat.

"I have two hearts, and I'm stronger than a troll, and it's nothing to lose one. Gordon's smile was still full of sunshine. Irani suddenly felt peaceful and safe. So when Gordon's kiss fell, she didn't say no.

Night falls quietly, and a bonfire is lit in the cave to dispel the cold of the night.

Gordon and Illani sat around the campfire. The hare was roasted on the fire, but Illani seemed to have no appetite, and folded her knees, resting her head on her knees, and was dazed. At the last moment of intimacy, Illani suddenly pushed Gordon away. If you change to another person, you may be annoyed and angry. And the man was cooking dinner with great interest as if nothing had happened. His eyes were still pure, and Ilani could not see a trace of resentment or resentment in them, only happiness and love.

"Do you like me?"

"Of course!"

"Why?"

"There is no reason. ”

Ilani gathered her thoughts for a moment before she said, "We just know each other, you don't know me, and you don't know my past. Didn't you think about why we were attacked by Earl Gower? ”

"That doesn't stop me from liking you. The men of our Akmund family, like is like, why do we need so many reasons. Gordon said with a big grin.

"It doesn't matter what the price is?"

"Of course. ”

"What if I want you to die?"

"If necessary, no problem. Gordon said with a smile.

Illani didn't say anything, and fell silent. She didn't believe Gordon's words, not only did she and Gordon not understand each other before, but they didn't even say much together, maybe he and Akane were more familiar, and this man said that he could die for her?

Mankind. Human beings are always light on promises, but never ready to deliver.

However, seeing the wound on his chest that was still oozing blood, Illani was a little shaken.

Silent.

After a long time, Illani broke the silence: "The people of your family are all so ......"

"Stupid?" Gordon smiled and continued, "maybe! We were all stupid when we were young. But it doesn't matter if you're stupid, I'm most afraid that you won't be able to meet someone who makes you stupid. ”

"The reason is not sufficient. But Akmund, the surname is a little strange. Can you sue me by your name?"

"Gordon Isaiah Setanistolia Akmund. ”

Irani looked up in surprise and looked at Gordon. His eyes were still as pure as the most perfect gems. But her heart could no longer be at peace. The name is ridiculously long and has a different pronunciation from the traditional language. But the profound knowledge told her that the name in the middle was related to the devil. If this man really has demonic blood, then the name will have a strong binding force on him, perhaps not as powerful as the demon's real name, but it is not much different.

After a moment of silence, Illani said, "Then the people in your family haven't sued you, can't you just say this name?"

"You mean my real name?" Gordon laughed, "My mother said it when I was just sensible, and you can't tell anyone else about your real name." If there is, there can only be one. ”

It turned out that he knew everything.

Elani suddenly didn't know what to say, but she felt that this man, the one qiē related to him, was ridiculous, but so real. Between the unreal and the real, there is something that touches the heart, that is, the unreserved and unrequited giving. Gordon's statement that he was willing to die for her was not a lie, but a real promise. Telling her by her real name is equivalent to giving her your life. However, how can there be such a stupid man?

"So what do you want to do in the future? Do you always be an adventurer?"

"Of course not! I will create my own army, conquer foreign races, expand my territory, and establish my own kingdom!" Gordon spoke, with an awe-inspiring and heroic momentum, like a general who has truly commanded thousands of armies.

Illani didn't speak, just stared at the beating campfire. The firelight reflected her face flickering brightly and darkly, and it also reflected a faint sadness between her eyebrows.

Clouds drifted in the sky, quietly covering the three moons. The night grew darker.

Elani suddenly stood up and said, "I'm leaving." ”

Gordon was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Go where I'm supposed to go!" Irani didn't stop at all, and walked straight out of the cave.

"Then we'll ...... later"

"No more!" Elani had vanished into the night, her cold voice still echoing through the cave. Gordon stood stunned and did not chase out. He had just lost a heart, and he couldn't catch up with a fifth-level magician who had regained his magical power, and Illani still had a mysterious power in her body that didn't belong to a magician.

Gordon sat down, clutching at his hair. After a while, he suddenly laughed loudly: "It's okay, the people of the Akmund family will always go crazy anyway." 'Not in madness**, just die in silence', hey, which bastard said that?"

In the quiet of the night, Gordon's laughter was heard far, far away.

The bonfire was still burning, and the rabbits on it had long since turned into charcoal.

Time is always ticking, and five years are slipping through your fingers.

When the sixth spring arrives, the Forest of Eternal Night is no longer quiet. The human army advanced from the periphery of the forest to the center, and under the powerful destructive power of swords and magic, the lush and beautiful scenery disappeared, and the raging flames brought down the towering ancient trees in pieces, and the demonic beasts that had lived leisurely for many years had to abandon their lair, and Zhang Huang fled for his life. There are very powerful guys among them, but no matter how powerful the demonic beasts are, they are no match for the human construct knights.

The Eternal Night Forest is the traditional territory of the Silver Moon Elves, who continue the bloodline of the ancient High Elves and will fight against enemies who dare to invade and occupy the territory, and have also severely damaged the invading human army more than once, and countless careerists who have been living in the rich treasures of the Eternal Night Forest have returned.

However, the invasion of the army this time was different from the previous ones, the commander was a war genius that the elves had never seen before, and there was also an additional squadron of constructed knights composed of a full fifty knights in the army. On the battlefield, the elves relied on the jungle combat experience of repeatedly defeating human armies and the strongest archers on the continent could no longer have an absolute advantage, and the disagreements between the tribes eventually led to the mistake of dispersing forces. The most powerful Silver Moon Elf tribes were defeated one after another, and more than half of the twelve powerful Elven Kings were killed in battle. The sacrifices of many elven warriors failed to stop the human army, and the army was like fire, surging and furious, sweeping through an obstacle and pointing directly at the elven court in the depths of the eternal night forest.

In front of the elven king's court, the allied forces of the Silver Moon Elves and the human army, who had no way to retreat, fought a decisive battle, and the entire army was annihilated. For the first time in 1,300 years, the Elven Court of the Eternal Night Forest has fallen.

In the depths of the Eternal Night Forest, a small group of elves were running fast, as if they were one with the forest, leaving only vague figures as they quickly walked through. The forest used to be quiet, but now the sound of horses' hooves and murderous battle cries echoed everywhere. The flames burned, mercilessly devouring the ancient trees, clearing the way for the cavalry behind them to charge. It can be seen that these elves are panicked, this is no longer the forest they are familiar with, and from time to time a team of knights will jump out from front to intercept.

In the distance, the World Tree was burning, and the flames even reddened half of the sky.

The elves guarded a young priestess, and whenever an enemy intercepted them, several warriors would break away from the queue and rush to the enemy desperately, covering the retreat of the priest with their lives. One by one, the mighty elven warriors fell, but the knights in blood-colored armor never ended.

The priestess carried a heavy golden book in her arms, the sacred text of the moon god Elothea and the noblest relic of the Silver Moon Elves. She was running, as fast as an elven warrior, and she didn't look like a priest at all. After breaking through the blockades, only the last two fighters were left by her side.

Suddenly there was a quiet lake in front of them. The Moon Star Lake is a pearl in the Eternal Night Forest, but now, there is a knight standing quietly by the lake, blocking their way, and the murderous aura fills the air, disturbing this originally quiet and warm land. If one can see underwater, they will find that the creatures that used to live freely in the lake have stopped their activities and lurked deep at the bottom of the lake.

Although there is only one person, his tall and majestic body is like an impassable mountain, and the dark black war horse is also half as tall as an ordinary war horse, and the vest it wears is surprisingly thick, but it seems to have no feeling at all, only occasionally spewing a small stream of fire from its nose. The knight was holding a heavy sword in his hand, and the cold light emitted by the three-meter-long blade was palpitating, and there was blood dripping from the tip of the sword. Obviously, it was all elven blood.

The priestess stopped, but the elven warrior at her side rushed forward, leaping to her feet and striking the knight from the air. It was a life-threatening blow, and they only wanted to send the elven sword into the knight's chest, and they ignored the sweeping heavy sword. A roaring laugh erupted from the covered helmet, and the two-handed heavy sword swept through like lightning with a vicious wind!

The knight jumped down from his warhorse, which was obviously of demonic blood, and walked towards the priestess, laughing and saying, "Noble and beautiful Moon God Priest, you are one of the most important people in the Elven Court. If you let you run away and take the Holy Book with you, then I will have at least half of the credit for defeating the Elven Court! You say, will I let this happen? This is the first time I've commanded a large army!"

It wasn't until he finished his words that the bodies of the two elven warriors fell to the ground. They were the most elite Silver Moon warriors in the Elven Court, but they couldn't block the knight's sword.

The priestess trembled slightly, and suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "Gordon!?"

The knight's body stiffened suddenly, like a petrified statue. He lifted his overlay helmet, revealing a face as hard as iron. It was Gordon, who had barely left any traces on his face in five years, only erasing the youthful frivolity and precipitating the steady and resolute. The adventurer of five years ago is now a general in command of thousands of troops, and has accomplished feats that have not been achieved by humans in this plane for thousands of years.

Only those eyes, as pure and clear as they were five years ago.

Gordon stared at the priestess, and after a moment his face welled up with ecstasy, and he cried out, "Are you ...... Elani!"

Standing in front of Gordon was the beautiful moon god elf sacrifice, not the ordinary-looking human female mage back then. But Gordon knew that she was Illani, and although her appearance was completely different, her eyes had never changed. It's just that the young warriors of the third level back then couldn't see through the transformation magic of the secret of the Elven Royal Court.

Gordon's joy faded away, and bitterness appeared, and he said slowly, "It turns out that you are the Silver Moon Elf, or the sacrifice of the Moon God. So you are a royal family, no wonder the magic was so strong back then. ”

He stared at Illani for a long time before he grinned and said, "Hey, girl, you are beautiful, much more beautiful than the most perfect woman I have ever imagined." But I still like the way you looked when you were a mage. ”

Hearing the familiar laughter, Illani felt as if she had gone back five years, but the heavy and cold holy text in her hand made her sober again. The sacrifice of the moon goddess Elucia must be kept unblemished and pure.

Ilani picked up the holy tome and said coldly, "Gordon, you have too much blood on your hands from the Silver Moon Elves, and only one of the two of us can leave here alive today!"

Gordon rubbed his nose and said with a wry smile, "You...... It's not my opponent......" He didn't finish his words, because Ilani had already rushed forward at a speed equal to that of the elven warriors, the holy tome was already shining brightly, and the cover was opening!

Looking at the elves rushing forward, the heavy two-handed giant sword in Gordon's hand flew up with a roar, slashing horizontally at an incredible speed, this sword hit solidly, not to mention the slender silver moon elf, even the ogre troll can also cut two pieces in one piece. Five years have passed, and the strength of the original third-level little warrior is now unfathomable.

The shadow of death was hovering overhead, and Illani was unaware, and as she rushed forward, the encounters of the year were replayed before her eyes.

In front of the flickering campfire, she once asked, "What if I want you to die?"

"If necessary, no problem. ”

It's been five years, and his appearance hasn't changed at all, and he has really become a general commanding thousands of troops. It's just that his soldiers are heading, why is it the Eternal Night Forest......

Illani suddenly smiled, and the blade of the heavy sword continued to expand in her pupils. Instead of dodging, she suddenly drew a dagger from the tome, and suddenly accelerated again, bringing out an afterimage that stabbed Gordon in the chest! She remembered that night, when she felt his heartbeat with her own hands, and thus remembered the location of his second heart.

Elani knew that this sword could not be avoided. This is the highest combat skill of the Elven Royal Court, the Secret Sword. She is a sacrifice to the moon god, but her sword skills are deeper than magic and divine skills. With a sword blessed by the moon god Elucia, no armor could resist it, not even the most powerful knights of human power.

The short sword blade took Yuehua with him, and there was no return!

Illani's eyes involuntarily showed Gordon's chest and the deep wound on it. Five years ago, he lost his first heart to save her. And now, the short sword in her hand was about to pierce his second heart.

She didn't plan to dodge Gordon's heavy sword at all, and she couldn't avoid it at all, she only hoped that she could stab the short sword into Gordon's heart before the heavy sword slashed herself, making him pay for the fire and the life of the Silver Moon Elf.

Let's just let's stay together, stay in this forest...... She thought.

The short sword with Yuehua broke through the heavy armor without hindrance, pierced into the chest, and deeply inserted the strong pulsating heart, and the erect sword qi completely crushed the ventricles.

However, the heavy sword stopped without warning, the blade already pressed against her skin, but no longer an inch. The hand of the sword is as steady as a mountain.

Gordon looked at Illani, his mouth open, trying to say something, but he couldn't make any sound. But he was smiling.

The heavy sword slowly fell to the ground, and the majestic body also fell forward, falling into Illani's arms, and the blood gushing from her chest soaked half of her body in an instant, just like five years ago.

"You ......" Illani was speechless, the world in front of her was a blur, only hot blood washing over her body.

"It doesn't matter if you're stupid, what I'm most afraid of is not meeting someone who makes me stupid. After not hesitating to tell her her real name, what Gordon had said now rang clearly in her ears.

The tome fell silently, and her hands wrapped tightly around Gordon, his body gradually cooling in her arms.

"You're not going to die, you won't!" said Elani, hugging him hard.

Next, there are seven days between dreams and reality. Seven days later, Gordon slowly opened his eyes. He lay in a cave, the wound in his chest had healed, and his heartbeat could no longer be felt in his chest, but his vitality was as strong as ever. He slowly turned his head to the side and saw a set of sacrificial robes scattered on the ground. His robes were splattered with his blood. Now the blood stains have long since dried up, but the bloody gas can't hide the aroma on her body. The faint fragrance remained not only on the sacrificial robe, but also on his body.

The fragrance is endless, but the beautiful figure of Elani can no longer be seen. A few days of charming, spring and intimacy, just like **, passed without a trace.

This time, there really is no later.