Aryria rode on a giant eagle and looked down on the forest. This is where she grew up and lived, and even after years of traveling, her love for her home remains undiminished. She squinted her eyes and saw the little brown dots in the forest advancing, like annoying reptiles, polluting the sacred forest.

She drove the eagle to fly lower so that she could jump down and hunt them. It was a group of wandering beastmen, numbering no more than thirty. Eliriath hated them to the core, and she leaned down on the back of the eagle, and as she approached the beastman, she jumped off the eagle's back, and the eagle let out a long sigh, brushed the leaves, and flew high, and Eliria ran and jumped down on the nearest tree.

"Eriria!"

Leggers shouted behind him on another giant eagle, however, he couldn't stop his sister's impulsive behavior, and Eliria had done so not once or twice.

The loud sound of the giant eagle skimming through the trees quickly attracted the attention of the beasts. Their eyesight is not great, but their sense of hearing and smell is absolutely acute. At the sound of a loud noise, several of the Bad Horned Beasts suddenly turned around and ran towards the swaying trees.

Eliria leaned through the woods, dense branches and foliage obscuring the view of the beastmen, however, for the Wood Elves, who had excellent eyesight, it only took a gap to see the enemy's location.

Elliria has been roaming the forests for many years, and as a Wanderer, she has unrivaled stealth skills and superb archery skills. Like countless hunts of forest prey, the first cold arrow shot out of the dense forest, and at an extremely precise angle sank into the body of a badhorn, the cluster of arrows pierced into the throat of the badhorn, and the feathers of the tail were still trembling slightly.

The fall of their kind enraged the beastmen, who roared and galloped in the direction where the arrows were coming. However, without warning, a second and third cold arrows were fired one after another, and like the first, both feathered arrows were fatal with one arrow. The arrows shot into the hearts of the beastmen and through their throats, as if they had eyes.

The beastmen lost in the forest began to scream in panic, but they could not find the hunter who attacked them. I only saw the green leaves and grass not far away, and the swaying grass and green leaves.

Immediately after, the fourth, fifth, and sixth arrows came one after another, the sound of a slightly trembling bowstring, the sound of feathered arrows cutting through the dense forest, and everything was mercilessly assassinated in the dark. The living beastmen stood in a circle, protecting the leader. However, the assassination was not over yet. Ariria and Leggers were on their side, and the arrows kept volleying, and the beastmen who were hit by the arrows fell one after another. The bighorn standing in the middle roared wildly, clenching his battle axe and letting out a savage roar. However, his opponent never appeared, and after a round of cold arrow assassinations, the three remaining Bad Horned Beasts stood beside the Great Horned Beasts, trembling. They tried to escape, but there was no way to escape.

Finally, in the wild roar of the bighorn, Ariria, the Wood Elf Wanderer, and her brother Legus stepped out from behind the tree. Legus silently drew his bow and arrows again, and in less than a heartbeat, the feathered arrow swooped through the Badhorn's head. The arrow pierced through the skull, leaving behind specks of brains and blood.

Aryria drew her twin swords and approached the only remaining leader of the Bad Horn and Big Horn.

The Badhorn Beast of the Trapped Beast Fight picked up its worn-out sword and rushed towards the female elf. I saw Alysia greet her expressionlessly, she walked like flying, and the moment before the Badhorn swung her great sword, the soles of her feet braked sharply, and her flexible body spun in the air for half a circle, and when she dodged the attack, she swung her sword with one hand, leaving a deep hole in the back of the Badhorn.

The screams of the Badhorns echoed through the dark forest. Soon, the last remaining bighorn roared. He picked up his big axe and lunged at the female elf.

The beastman's eyes glistened red, like a mad butcher, his body was stronger than a bull, more than three meters tall, and the horns on either side of his head were curved forward, reflecting a little oil in the sun. I saw the wood elf girl rushing forward against the beastman's big axe, and before the beastman's battle axe fell, Eliria rolled forward sharply and dodged the attack. The tomahawk slashed into the ground, splattering black debris of dirt. The beastman roared in anger, his face contorting in anger as he missed his target.

Before the beastman could retract his battle axe, Eliria appeared behind him with two swords in hand, and as if slaughtering a beast, his hands were violently forced, and the elven sword stabbed into the waist of the beastman. Only the sound of steel tearing flesh could be heard, and a beastly roar of pain resounded through the forest.

It spun around, trying to grab the tiny elf. But Eliria's agility made it impossible for the Bighorn to do anything, and its great axe slashed through the air, only to sweep through the air again, but to no avail. And the scimitar of another elven hunter, Legus, had already slit his tendons.

The bighorn roared and fell to his knees, sticky blood gushing from his ankles.

The white sun shone through the gaps in the green leaves of the forest, and his misshapen eyes were full of reluctance and anger. However, the Wood Elves showed no mercy, and Irelia picked up the sharp elven sword and pointed it at the struggling beastmen. The sword pierced through the beastman's thick skin and pierced through his throat, spurting dark red blood from the wound.

"Keep going, my father is waiting for us. ”

Standing beside his sister, Elven Hunter Leggers said coldly.

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The city of Paraon.

"The Forest of Atholoren is a dark place, and for thousands of years, not a single person who ventured into it has come out alive. That forest is stained with the blood of the Bretonnians, it's hell!"

"Yes, you can ask the farmers who live on the edge of the forest, how many children have been lost in that forest for a hundred years?"

After the Battle of the Blackwater River, a real main army of beastmen appeared in the forest. The Wood Elf commander Alalos led the Wood Elf army back to the Solloren Forest to rescue. The people of Bretonnia, who live on the plains, are divided over whether or not to rescue the Wood Elves again.

Rescue to the end, this is the consensus of many people. However, this rescue was unlike anything else, and if the Wood Elves were to be aided again, Bretonnia's army would have to go deep into the Solloren Forest. This is a mysterious land, and the forests of Essolloren possess a powerful magical energy powerful enough to warp time and space. For outsiders, this forest is a dark place. For thousands of years, it has devoured many lives.

Even the Duke Theodoric and the Duke of Berhemond, who had been fighting together, were no longer in favor of entering the forest to support the Wood Elves. The threat of Mogul is terrifying, but the forest of Essolomon is a nightmare for the people of Bretonnia. Without a guide, normal people would not be able to get out of that dense forest at all. In addition, the main forces of Bretonnia were knights. The dense forest does not take advantage of the cavalry to charge massively, which will greatly reduce the combat effectiveness of the Bretonnians, and whether it is necessary for them to enter the forest or not is hotly debated at the Duke's Council at the moment.

"When did the great Bretonnian knights fear the dark Ones, and that forest may be dangerous, but where we are needed, we must go. Also, the Wood Elves will act as a guide to lead us into the forest. ”

"Yes! If there is danger, make the knights of Bretonnia hesitate. Then, we are worthy of our traditions. ”

The Dukes of Hubald and the Duke of Adtihad refuted. The two dukes showed extreme dissatisfaction with their cowering colleagues.

"If the enemy appears on our land, our knights promise not to hesitate to rush at them. But now it's different, those enemies in the dark, we can't even see with the naked eye, what can we use against them?"

Duke Theodoric yelled.

"Your cowardice has blinded you!"

Duke Adhehad roared back mercilessly. The lion's mantle on his shoulders was still brightly colored, a symbol of family glory. Like a lion, fearless.

"Well, listen to me, friends. ”

Finally, King Charles spoke. His gray hair was thin, his forehead was smooth enough to reflect the sun, wrinkles crept up the corners of his eyes, and he didn't look as strong and powerful as he had been when he was younger. But as the king, his status is still the same, as long as Charles speaks, everyone will not dare to make a noise.

"The goddess of the lake has appeared before me. ”

As soon as Charles spoke, everyone immediately cast surprised glances. The people of Bretonnian believe in the goddess of the lake, however, she rarely appears directly in front of people. Except for the Knights of the Holy Grail, almost no one in the outside world has ever witnessed the true face of the goddess. If the goddess of the lake appeared to the king, then there is no doubt that everyone must obey the will of the goddess of the lake.

They stared intently at Charles. There is respect in the eyes, and this respect is not only the courtier's respect for the king, but also the pursuit of faith.

"She told me that when darkness comes, the earth is corrupted, and that evil can only be defeated by uniting all the forces that can be united. ”

Charles said slowly in a reverent tone. His face shone with glory, and no one questioned the words of the king, much less the goddess of the lake.

"Unite all forces that can be united, including the ...... of the Wood Elves"

Charles said in a deep voice. The crowd was in awe. Nothing can be contrary to the will of the Goddess of the Lake. Bretonnian knights, the journey begins......