Colin immediately remembered the Elloyd he had seen in the Mage Tower, the elven druid who blessed him, except for his gender, had the same characteristic appearance and temperament as the elven lady in front of him.

He finally understood Madeleine's doubts.

At least for the history of mankind, the Elves have maintained friendly but distant relations with the Elven race, and in fact, the Elves have always preferred to live in secluded forests or isolated islands, keeping a certain distance from any race.

They have always given people the impression of loving nature, calm and harmonious.

As a result, humans are hardly hostile or wary of elves, but are curious most of the time.

The sudden arrival of an elven visitor to the fortress puzzled everyone, and it was eventually the eldest Madeleine who came forward to receive her.

But obviously, this high-level magician who had been in the fortress for many years could not guess the origin of the other party.

"Hello, Lord of the Gray family, please forgive us for our presumptuous visit."

The elven lady seemed to know human etiquette very well, and she could not hear a single flaw in her language.

Colin coughed lightly twice, and was about to speak, when the door was opened again.

Glenn walked into the study with a long sword on his shoulder, ignored anyone, and walked straight to the chair closest to Colin, and then sat down, silent.

The three people present were all stunned.

Colin was the first to react.

There is only one reason for Glenn's appearance, which means that there is a master in the castle who can threaten Colin Vane's life, so that he, as a bodyguard, can only adopt this almost brutal way of guarding.

It seems that the female elf in front of her is not simple.

"Hello ma'am, before you make your intentions known, let me explain that I am not a descendant of the Gray family."

The elf's gaze that had originally looked at Glenn was forced to turn back to Colin's body, and he froze for a moment, and asked, "Are you the owner of the fortress?" ”

"Yes."

Obviously, this elf didn't know what was happening in the Duchy of Shaya.

Colin explained: "The last descendant of the Gray family, Duke Oliver Gray, died of illness a year ago, and since there was no heir, he returned his fief to the kingdom, and I am Lord Charya, newly appointed by His Majesty the King. ”

"I see." The elf nodded abruptly, "I beg your pardon, I haven't been to the fortress for two hundred years, so I don't know what happened recently. ”

Two hundred years......

Colin felt the urge to hit the wall.

This sexy and beautiful elf lady looks to be in her thirties at most.

For hundreds of years at every turn, these long-lived races are truly enviable.

Fortunately, he had been in contact with the elves once before, and he didn't show too much surprise.

"I wonder why the lady is here?" Colin asked.

"My name is Olivia, and I represent the elves, and I'm here to check on the orcs."

"Orcs?" Colin was stunned.

"We have a pact with the Gray family that every two hundred years, we will come to the fortress to check on the current situation of the orcs to prevent these disgusting monsters from mutating."

"Mutation?" Colin became more and more confused.

"Orcs have a strong ability to adapt, and once the living environment changes, they can mutate to adapt to their environment in just a few hundred years." The elf named Olivia said, "Therefore, we will come to the Twilight Fortress every two hundred years to make sure that they do not undergo changes that disturb the entire continent. ”

It was the first time Colin had heard of orcs having this ability.

There does not seem to be a record of anything like this in any book.

However, elves and orcs belong to blood feuds, so there should be no fake.

In fact, a few hundred years is already a change for several generations for humans, and even if the orcs mutate, I am afraid they will not be able to detect it.

But the elves are obviously different, these races can live for thousands of years at will, and they are very concerned about the mutation of orcs.

This was a good thing for the fortress after all, and Colin had no reason to refuse to be seen.

Perhaps awakened by receiving the blessing of the druids, Colin has a stronger affinity for elves than ordinary humans.

"So, ma'am, what can you do for my help?"

"Just take us to the city wall to have a look, and it won't delay your lord's time too much."

"It doesn't matter."

When Colin walked outside the castle, he realized that Olivia had not come alone, but with a team of about 20 elves.

As humans, there is some face blindness for elves, and at first glance, it is almost impossible to distinguish except for gender and height.

The elven team was dressed like Olivia, and were all armed with bows and quivers.

Elven archers.

A mysterious and powerful racial profession in the mouth of the troubadour.

But when you look closely, Colin doesn't see much special. Their weapon was a simple-looking wooden bow, and their arrows appeared to be ordinary feathered arrows.

……

When the group reached the city wall, it happened to be ready for a familiar offensive and defensive battle.

For the current defenders of the fortress, although the number is smaller, the battle is easier than before because of the reinforced arrows.

A new tribe of orcs had just arrived, and like the rest of their kind, the tall and majestic fortress had not deterred the greenskins, but had aroused their desire to attack.

The orc troops gathered together and slowly moved in this direction.

The speed gets faster and faster, and finally it turns into a charge.

The defenders of the fortress were already familiar with this rhythm, and they did not raise their bows and arrows in the slightest panic.

However, not waiting for them to make a move.

Colin suddenly felt a strong fluctuation of mental power around him.

Olivia let out a shrill roar without warning.

At the same time, the elven team of more than 20 people neatly took off the wooden short bow that looked extremely simple behind them, and then drew arrows from the quiver and opened the bow to set up the arrows.

Olivia strikes first, shooting an arrow.

The arrowhead with a green glow was like a guide, and the companions behind it immediately followed its direction and shot arrows in a neat manner.

As soon as one arrow was fired, the other had already followed.

The high momentum and surging battle spirit made Colin and the defenders of the fortress feel terrified.

Glenn's hand didn't leave the hilt for a moment.

More than 20 elves seem to be an army of millions at this moment.

Orcs are extremely resistant to natural spells, and perhaps because of this, they are regarded by elves as their enemies.

However, the power of these arrows with natural spells is extraordinary.

A simple wooden bow, paired with a monotonous arrow, bursts out with extremely terrifying power.

These arrows with a faint green light were not fast, but they could penetrate the strong bodies of orcs as if they were ignoring resistance, and often a single arrow could kill several orcs in succession.

The orcs who were shot let out a frenzied and miserable roar, and this piercing damage was even more effective than the explosive arrows made by Colin.

In just a few tens of seconds, a team of orcs of hundreds of people was almost slaughtered.

It was only when there were no more orcs standing on the battlefield that the elves' high fighting spirit slowly subsided.

Colin let out a sigh.

Who the said elves have a good temper?

Natural harmony, tranquility and serenity?

Where did the nonsense come from?