No wonder it is said that a woman's heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea......

Lanlos looked at Wen Lessa, who quickly disappeared from sight, and after taking a deep breath, he finally came to his senses.

Although he was kicked by this kick, the other party's reaction had already surfaced his attitude, obviously, his judgment was indeed fine, Wen Lesa would not demolish himself, but he still couldn't decipher the meaning of this kick.

Shaking his head, Lanlos got up and walked towards the defunct that had stopped working.

Although the damage of this thing has reached the verge of obsolescence, it is still active, and the key core part has not been damaged.

On the premise of familiarizing himself with the manufacturing manual, Lanlos came up with a very bold idea.

Coming to the puppet, the elven mage took control of his magic and dismantled the arcane puppet bit by bit. However, just as he removed the construct that had struck him in the right arm, an arrow engraved with an elaborate spell caught his attention.

Arcane arrows?

After a pause, Lanlos carefully pulled out the arrow, and looking at the familiar shapes and prints, the figure of the elven ranger suddenly appeared in his mind.

The corners of his mouth gradually curled, and Lanlos smiled slightly, and put the disassembled arm into the space bag along with the arrow.

Seeing the mage apprentice yawn big, Liadrin's brows furrowed slightly, revealing a little concern: "Why, didn't you sleep well yesterday?"

"Nope. Shaking his head with a smile, Lanlos was in a surprisingly good mood, "Maybe I drank a little too much last night, the elves here are really enthusiastic." ”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and it was obvious that Liadlin had thought of something bad again: "It's not that I care about your private life, the rangers on the front line have sent news that they have found a troll at the border location, and we must march quickly to reach the location of the runestone tonight." ”

"If you're affecting our mission for personal reasons, I'll tell Arcona Magister. Liadline glanced at the still-lively Amber Light, "Including last night's incident. ”

There was a grunt in his chest, and Lanlos put away his indecent smile, silently looked at the other party, and then looked at the coolly dressed and hot elf maid outside the Amber Light Gate, and quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

Interestingly, this serious woman seems to be thinking crookedly, but anyway, she didn't notice the problem with the deflector crystal and the construct.

"Don't worry, I'm in control. Nodding in greeting, Lanros tugged at the brim of his hat, hiding his blue eyes in the shadows.

"I hope so. Seeing that the other party didn't want to continue the conversation, remembering that he was not her apprentice after all, and she was not obliged to continue educating the other party, Liadlin had no choice but to give up. As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the reins and walked to the front of the group.

Lanlos looked at the back of the senior priest who was gradually moving away, and an inexplicable look kept flashing on his face. Soon, however, he felt an unnatural chill behind him, and he immediately turned back to see a group of rookie rangers quietly and quickly riding on the chocobos under the command of the captain of the guard.

In the crowd, the familiar figure of leaf green kept its head down, and when Lanloth's gaze converged on her, it seemed to feel something, and pulled down the emerald green hood.

Such a way of covering his ears and stealing the bell made Lan Los couldn't help but laugh, and naturally beckoned to the other party. Although she didn't get a response, judging from Wen Leisa's clenched bite of her lower lip, she wasn't singing a one-man show.

"Let's go!" Seeing that everyone was ready, the grimacing magister didn't wait for the Ranger Captain's report, straightened his legs, and galloped away to the screams of the chocobos.

"Keep up. Seeing Darkan like this, Liadline couldn't help but sigh very tiredly.

It's no wonder that he will send himself to be the head of this operation, except for the status of him, Darkan has no communication with anyone else at all, and the attitude of no one in his eyes is really infuriating.

Located directly south of Sunny Wind Village, the Pharisas Runestone is also the first stop for Liadrin's group, however, it seems to be different from the planned greeting.

"You guys, keep scouting in the hills to the west, and don't let those trolls occupy the favorable terrain......"

"You, and you! Get me moving! Before the captain returns, I must receive news from all the runestone guards in the vicinity!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!

In the light of dusk, Liadeline and her party finally arrived at the grass where the Pharysas rune stones were placed, and the spells used to create illusion enchantments around them were violently dismantled, and the elven hut belonging to the guardians had already been turned into charred ashes by the flames.

What reassured Liadlin was that the boulder in the center of the crowd still shimmered with a brilliant and eternal glow, and the rich magical aura seemed to melt into the air, and every breath was refreshing.

Ahead, a familiar elven ranger was hurriedly issuing tasks to his subordinates, and the blade in his hand still had traces of blood that had not dried up, thinking that it must belong to the corpse of a troll that was piled up not far away and ready to be cremated.

Wait, trolls?!

With a tremor in her heart, Liadelin immediately tugged on the reins and walked forward, "Sergeant Sarelle, what happened?"

"Liadrin?" Turning his head, the capable and dutiful elven ranger put away his serious face, showing a long-lost and heartfelt smile, originally wanted to step forward, but realized the blood stains on his body, smiled awkwardly, and stood not far away from Liadrin, "Why are you here?"

The priest was very important and respected at all times, and Sarelle and her companions were rescued from death by these lovely men on more than one occasion, so they were very familiar with each other.

"Darkan Magister and I are here to maintain the rune stones, so take the apprentices out for an internship. Smiling in response, Liadline looked at the troll corpses, "What is?"

"Trolls. At the mention of business, Saare's face suddenly darkened, "As you can see, this place is under attack by trolls, but fortunately we arrived in time, otherwise, the Pharysas Runestone would have suffered." ”

"Have you found out their purpose?" Liadline frowned as she looked at the boulder, a deep uneasiness enveloping her heart.

The Runestone is the pride and secret of the High Elves, and it not only expands the range of Bantenorel, but also envelops the entire Eternal Song Forest. With their help, the Silvermoon Council is ready to use the power of the Well of the Sun to strengthen the barrier, so that enemy armies cannot step into or leave the confines of the Eternal Song Forest in a short period of time.

After successfully driving the trolls back to Zuaman and stabilizing them, after so many years of fighting, Queldore has relied on this barrier to steadily suppress those forest trolls.

But now......

Why did these trolls attack the Runestone? Did they already know the secret of the Runestone? How did they find out......

Question marks kept flashing in her mind, and Liadrin's mind became more and more complicated and nervous: "What about the other rune stones?

"Not yet, but Captain Aurelia has already taken the other rangers to the south to explore the other runestones on the border. And I've sent a messenger to ask for backup, and I'm sure we'll hear about the other runestones soon. ”

"What about you?"

"This troll attack is organized and disciplined, and they are all elite hunters who are very good at stealth. We don't know what their intentions are for the Runestone, but they haven't gone far, and we must be on guard. ”

Glancing at the silence of the jungle, Liadrin's heart sank.

Why didn't anyone find out about such a large-scale invasion of these trolls?

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Being a pastor is an innate warm-heartedness.

"......" glanced at the fading sky, and Sarreel was silent, then turned her head and said solemnly, "If you don't mind. ”

"Of course. ”