Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 50 Lead the way
Brian slowly lowered the sheathed long sword hanging from his waist, raised it above his head in a very slow motion, and then let it fall to the ground.

The female elf hiding beside the fir stared at Brian silently, her aqua-blue eyes revealing a glimmer of vigilance.

Suddenly, she appeared lightly, revealing a slender figure wrapped in a cloak.

"Raise your hand!"

The voice of the female elf was extremely beautiful. After she finished speaking, she reached out and took out a sharp arrow from the quiver bag on her back, drew the longbow, and began to aim.

Brian complied obediently, standing motionless among the rotting leaves with his hands held high.

He felt a faint rustling sound behind him, like a breeze blowing leaves, and Brian knew very well that at this moment, there must be an elf behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a bush about [-] meters away from him, and an elf in a forest-colored cloak appeared again.

The elf stepped over the tree stump, and quickly leaped over the rocks blocking the way. Although there were all dead branches and leaves around, Brian didn't hear any crackling of branches.

"collapse!"

Just as Brian was about to speak, he heard the sound of the bowstring rubbing again, so he wisely kept his mouth shut.

He calmly stared at a demonstrative arrow, which was shot by the elf in front of him, skimmed through the hair, and hit the tree trunk behind him, almost at the height of his head.

Followed by the elf standing diagonally across from the rock, Brian raised his gaze and saw a sharp arrow flying into the sky, and then stuck almost vertically on his toes.

Looking at the sharp arrows with eagle feathers on his toes, Brian breathed a sigh of relief.

He also saw that the female elf closest to him was approaching him rapidly.

When Brian smelled a faint smell of mint grass, the female elf had already picked up his sheathed long sword, and floated away, moving as fast as lightning.

The elf who was near the rock, about 100 meters away from him, was also approaching.

The other party is also a female elf, and her dress looks the same as the moon elf just now. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the elf wore knee-high leather boots on her slender legs, and the bottom was decorated with gem lace , with a row of silver buckles on the upper.

With her long silver-white hair fluttering slightly, she leaned close to Brian, but put her hand on the hilt of the sword, and said with a grim expression: "Report your name and purpose, strange half-elf?"

Her voice was filled with obvious indifference and hostility, so that it was not as beautiful as imagined.

Brian raised his head, his obsidian-like shining eyes calmly looked at the silver-haired elf's golden eyes that were as clear as a pool of water.

Looking at the beautiful female elf in front of him, he instinctively told himself that the silver-haired elf was at least 300 years old.

Immediately afterwards, the frightened face of the dead little boy and the hollow eye sockets left by the sharp arrow appeared in Brian's mind.

This made him realize that indifference, numbness and even cruelty are not worthy to be compared with beauty.

"Brian." He replied calmly in Elvish, but his tone seemed very blunt.

Only then did he realize that he hadn't spoken Elvish for a long time, "I'm going to the Godswood in the Holy Land."

"Half-elf, your words don't sound convincing." The silver-haired elf shook his head indifferently.

"It's simple." Brian replied easily, apparently well prepared.

Accompanied by a clear clacking sound, a silver chain floated out of Brian's arms strangely.

If you look closely, you can find that there is also a prismatic badge attached to it, which is carved with the head of a unicorn.

The shining silver chain trembled in the air, and then fell into Brian's arms again.

"Can you prove my identity?" Brian stared at the silver-haired elf, and said meaningfully: "You are from the Ipgil family of the 'Gem Blossom', right?"

Brian, who has lived in the holy land of elves for more than ten years, naturally has a clear understanding of these elf families.

Blackman is a savage forest with complex and sinister terrain. The elves of the holy land occupy suitable land deep in the forest and develop independently in the form of families.

So he can only tell what kind of elf the other party is by virtue of his attire and appearance.

After all, in the holy land of elves, his range of activities is not as large as he imagined, and he doesn't know many elves.

"You are... Brian from the temple?" The silver-haired elf showed shock on her indifferent face, she tentatively stated her guess, then blinked at him, and said in surprise: "Brian Al Adonis .”

"No!" Brian firmly denied: "I am Brian from Tigrela."

"Clang!"

The silver-haired elf suddenly pulled out the sharp sword hanging from his waist, and pointed it at Brian's throat.

Seeing this, the Moon Elf who was waiting aside immediately drew his longbow and pointed the arrow at Brian's head.

Feeling the sword's edge close at hand, Brian showed no signs of panic, he said slowly and methodically: "Put it away, you won't scare me, my purpose..."

"Shut up! Black Teman doesn't welcome Tigrila people!" the silver-haired elf roared, "You traitor of the El Adonis family!"

Even so, she suppressed the anger in her heart, lowered her weapon, and put it into the scabbard bitterly.

"I'm going to the Godswood." Brian repeated what he had just said without paying attention, "I have a very important mission, which is related to the future of the elves."

The so-called mission is actually to delay the arrival of the ancient evil.

If it is not stopped, the first ones to suffer must be the elves living there, so what Brian said is not a lie.

Silence spread between the two...

In the end, the silver-haired elf pointed at the fellow moon elves behind him, and said coldly to Brian: "She will take you to the Holy Land, get lost!"

Brian shrugged at the indifferent silver-haired elf, and looked at the black-haired moon elf.

Her eyes fell on the longbow she held tightly, and she was fiddling with the arrows on the bowstring with her fingers.

Judging from the elf's point of view, the moon elf in front of him should be very young, but Brian couldn't see what family she belonged to.

Because the other party does not have gemstone bushes, silver leaves, moon streams or golden petals that symbolize the four major families of elves.

From this, it can be seen that she is likely to belong to the elves of the temple.

This is a place for elves and half-elf wanderers wandering around the world, and Brian is a half-elf who grew up in the temple.

But the spirit of the temple, he can accurately call everyone's name through their appearance.

"I see." The moon elf put the arrow in his hand into the quiver behind him, and glanced at Brian with his light blue eyes, "Let's go."

"Before we go, can you return my sword to me?" Brian followed the steps of the moon elves.

The young moon elf paused, hesitated, and handed the sword to Brian.

"What's your name?" Brian asked casually, hanging the sheathed sword on his waist again.

"Tovel." The moon elf said a word, turned around, and quickly entered the forest.

(End of this chapter)