125 Idahir
In front of the Cathedral of Cotia, a tough guy who has been burned with lust for three years and does not accept reluctance, but after the most difficult game of this chase that lasted all night, he can't help but panting. Next to him, the wind-like man Illo, his steps were not as light as before, and his steps were heavy.
Allegri, on the other hand, was numb in the first half of the night, and then it was only a mechanical step, and the numbness with a little soreness spread from his feet to the top, and he almost fell asleep in a daze.
As the first rays of dawn rose, Illo glanced back, and with a burst of joy, his feet fell to the ground.
Dios stopped and looked back, the place where they had always come was empty, and the resentful flying snakes that had been pestering them all night to death and life were all extinguished at this moment, and there was no trace of them.
Dios blinked and scratched his head, a little doubtful that he was nervous, frightened by the air.
"Hey, Allegri won't be tired, will he?" Illo, who was next to him, asked worriedly, glancing at Allegri, who was lying on the ground motionless.
"No," Dios shook his head and said lightly, "the pig is just asleep." β
"Grass," Illo said as he slumped on the ground, stretching out his hands in confusion, "I'll sleep for a while, too." β
"Yes. Dios nodded, trying to keep his spirits up. After the awakening of Ellen Elendil's personality, his relationship between the three of them became more and more like a brother, and he was grateful for the feeling that the two of them were dependent on him, which gave him real comfort in his empty heart.
Standing up and putting the two of them in a more comfortable position, he put his sword and shield aside, leaned against a large tree, and carefully observed the situation around him. Although the waves of sleepiness came in, he still tried his best to support his eyelids. After all, this place was rushed over by them, and they didn't know the specific location and what dangers there were, so they could only be on guard from time to time.
The more he observed, the more frightened Dios became, unlike the edge of the "elven homeland". It's already the depths of the forest. There are obvious traces of artificial carving around it, and although the stones on the ground are broken, it can be seen that it is a whole piece of beautifully carved stone slab. He picked up a piece casually, and there were fine patterns on the side, the elven empire was at its peak, and their pursuit of the ultimate in art allowed them to far surpass humans on this path.
The art created by the elves at that time still influences the entire direction of human art development, such as the architectural style of the "Buyada Empire", which refers to the design of elven buildings thousands of years ago. In literature, music, etc., the elf style is enshrined as a standard.
He looked boredly at the stones, and it went on for a while.
"Dios, will you sleep for a while?" beckoned Illo, who had come to his senses as he glanced at Allegri, who looked like a dead pig.
"Good. Dios was not polite, and lay down on the ground, and in a short time the snoring sounded.
Illo slept for more than two hours, which was not enough to recover the energy he had expended, but it was better than nothing. He observed it boredly. Looking at Allegri, who was still sleeping on the ground, anger suddenly rose in his heart. Evil is born to the side of the guts.
The two of them took turns to sentry, and this guy slept to death, which made him feel extremely unbalanced. In the backhand, a long arrow with white feathers appeared in his hand, and with a slight twist of a feather, he tiptoed towards Allegri.
It didn't take long. Allegri sat up with a snort and said angrily, "What are you doing?
But there was no one around him, and Illo was leaning against the trunk of a tree a few paces away, looking at him innocently. "What's wrong, Allegri?"
"Huh?" Allegri scratched his head, rolled over and went back to sleep.
Illo smiled mysteriously, and with a slight wave of his hand, a small feather was already flying towards Allegri under his vigorous control.
After a few moments, the furious Allegri stood up in a rage, looking around viciously, the expression on his face becoming more and more confused.
"Illo, did you notice anything unusual?" he asked, frowning.
"No, I don't. Illo spread his hands and blinked innocently wide.
"This forest is so strange that it tickles people's nostrils," Allegri said, "because it's trying to keep disturbing us until we run out of oil and run out of lights, and drag us to death." β
"Well, it's terrifying," Illo reminded him with a forced smile and a frown, "but why is there nothing wrong with Dios?"
"yes, what's going on?" Allegri glanced at the sleeping Dios, the puzzled look on his face growing more and more solemn, and finally, he raised a kick and kicked it hard on the ass.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Dioshuran stood up, picked up his sword and shield and put on a posture of preparedness.
"It's okay, just ask you if someone scratches your nostrils while you're sleeping?" Allegri said solemnly.
"No," Dios shook his head, gritting his teeth, "but someone dared to kick me in the ass!"
"That's none of your business, go back to sleep," Allegri waved his hand, ignoring him completely, and looked around the silent forest suspiciously, trying to find any clues.
Illo, who was next to him, also stood beside him with a serious face, looking loyal.
At noon, after resting, they finally recovered their spirits one after another and embarked on a journey of exploration again.
Chewing on the dry food in his mouth, Illo snorted, "Allegri, since your ring space has been emptied, why do you need to pretend to be such unpalatable things?"
Considering the harsh and eerie environment of the "Elven Homeland", the "Nilbergen?Soul Box" has been completely emptied, filled with rough dry food and water, plus the supplies they carry in their packages, enough for them to survive in the barren "Elven Homeland" for a long time.
Allegri glanced at him and sneered, "Do you want to bring you a full set of sterling silver cutlery?" β
Illo shrugged his shoulders and honestly ate his dry food, "It's useless for me to shoot them, is it." β
"Where are we going?" interrupted Dios, who was at the front.
"Looking at these traces of artificiality, we should have reached the periphery of Idashir," Illo finally found the place to embody the value of his life, and said eloquently, "Idahir means the city of dreams in the night sky, which is said to be the most gorgeous city ever created......
"You're going to get to the point. Dios interrupted him mercilessly.
Illo, who was interrupted again, scratched his head and said listlessly, "Idahir has no city walls, and countless elven tribes use it as the center of the circle, distributed in concentric circles in all directions, we should be at the outermost point," he pointed to the side ahead, "Let's go in that direction, at the center of all these ruins, is the 'Green Tower' where we are going to arrive." β
"I'm still worried about whether the spirits will reappear in the evening," Allegri motioned for everyone to talk as they walked, "and we have to figure out a way to do it in half a day." β
"Maybe after leaving the outskirts, there will be no more resentful spirits. Illo grinned.
"If only I could be as naΓ―ve as you are. Allegri's gaze of "hatred of iron does not make steel" made Illo bow his head in disdain.
"I don't know how high they can fly," Allegri muttered, "I can set up a ring magic circle and create a few walls of fire, but I don't know if I can stop them." β
"Can't you make a wall of fire over our heads too, and that will keep them out altogether?" said Illo, who tried to make a meritorious deed.
"A wall of fire overhead?" Allegri glanced at him with a dark face, "the name of that magic is 'Rain of Fire'. β
The city of Tirapest, where the armies of the Hunters and the Holy Alliance have formed the first line of defense against the demon legions.
Looking from the city walls, the forward base of the Demon Legion has begun to take shape.
The standoff between the two sides has been going on for months, with skirmishes of harassment and engagement flaring flaring up from time to time. The demons who rely on the "Iron Gate" do not seem to care about the loss of soldiers, and they regard such small encounters as hunting rather than the coordination of the troops. Often, a small squad of two-headed dogs or other low-level troops rush up with no tactics to speak of, so it's not surprising that they lose more than they win.
Especially after the hunters began to join the patrols of the Church Defense Force in small teams, it almost evolved into a one-sided massacre, but the Demon Legion still turned a deaf ear and never sent mid-level or higher combat forces to participate in it.
"Silves is back," Vice-President Penelope snorted coldly, looking down at the patrol returning from the city, "what the hell did Anarysta do?"
"I don't know what to say," standing beside him was actually Schiller, the opponent who was vying for power in the Inquisition, he shook his head and said in a low voice, "I remember that last year he was just a rookie who had just broken through to the high level, and now I can't see his depth. β
"Me too," Penelope thought with a frown, "and the power of the shadows on him is getting stronger and stronger, no less than Anarysta once was. β
The two of them fell silent together, and watched together as the black-robed and black-haired Silves rode into the city gate.
Schiller suddenly lowered his voice and hesitated, "Penelope, did you say he has already advanced to the ...... Legendary?"
Penelope's face was cloudy, and it took a long time to respond, "We'...... Find someone to test it?"
"What do you mean......" Schiller glanced at him.
The two looked at each other, nodded, and smiled together.
"Then let Maximi go, I'll encourage him," Schiller turned, "and it will require your cooperation." β
"No problem. Penelope looked at his back, smiled, and agreed without hesitation. (To be continued......)
PS: (Double update,I'm about to return to our fantasy category.,You can basically see me in the category)