I really can't control myself

Swordmaster Joramo was the Saint invited by the Elf Kingdom to handle this matter. This was a Saint born in the Elf Tribe, and he had a very good relationship with the Elf Royal Family.

Saints naturally have biases, and Saint Joramo is definitely biased towards the elves. To be precise, he is biased towards the Elf Queen, because the Elf Queen is actually his childhood sweetheart, and the two of them are childhood sweethearts. It's just that they didn't develop into partners in the end. But he must still cherish this friendship that lasted for more than 200 years.

Naturally, the Elf Royal City knew much more information than the military camp. At least Linton's identity was still easy to investigate. No matter how little attention was paid to the human race before, now that war has begun, intelligence work naturally has to keep up.

It's just that the information on Linton's side is indeed quite strange, and the history of the Meroway family is really hard to understand.

At the same time, he couldn't quite understand the information that Saint Joramo received from the Saint Association. Currently, there were two Saints in the Melowei family, both of whom became Saints in their twenties. That kind of level, it doesn’t look right no matter how you look at it, right? It’s only been about twenty years since you started training in your mother’s womb, and you have become a saint level? This is not an isolated case. Did the Melowei family master some secret book for mass production of saints?

Linton's purpose this time was even more confusing. Anyway, neither Elf Queen Aryan nor Saint Joramo believed either of the two purposes Linton said. What kind of dignity does King Umondevo of the Kingdom of Sardinia have to ask a saint to help him deliver a message? How free is Linton? Purposeful.

"Does the Kingdom of Sardinia have any treasures here?" St. Joramo asked after thinking for a while. He meant that the Kingdom of Sardinia has any treasures in the treasury that can help with spiritual practice, or are of special value. High-end rarities and the like, relying on this to bribe Linton to help.

"Don't be ridiculous, it's just the Kingdom of Sardinia, a country that is so poor that it's almost out of food..." Elf Queen Aryan and Saint Joramo are very familiar with each other, and the barrier between the two saints is not that big. It's not obvious, the way the two communicate is indeed more like a relationship between friends.

"That is the purpose of the Holy Empire of Elan." Saint Joramo said. It is obvious that Linton's appearance has little to do with the Kingdom of Sardinia. It is completely what the Holy Empire of Elan wants to do. There is a high probability that it is a conspiracy against the elves. After all, the two countries are at war.

But what the specific conspiracy is, the two of them really can't figure it out. Want to do a favor to the Kingdom of Sardinia and let them join the Empire? This shouldn't be so troublesome. If the Holy Empire of Ilan wants to annex the Kingdom of Sardinia, it doesn't need to give any favors. An army of 10,000 people is enough to level the entire kingdom. This small country has no resistance at all. . Moreover, there is no benefit to annexing them. They are said to be extremely poor and the land is barren. After the annexation, taxes will be paid to them every year. Is this land of any use?

Is this land used as a bridgehead against the elves? This is a little more believable. Anyway, at least in their opinion, the actions of the Holy Empire of Elan are definitely not against the Kingdom of Sardinia, but against their Kingdom of Elf.

No matter what, I must go to San Giolamo on this trip. On the one hand, there is a Saint on the battlefield, and he must be present according to the requirements of the Saint Association. On the other hand, it is also for the elves to explore the opponent's background and understand the opponent's purpose.

After a little contact with the Holy Association, Saint Joramo was naturally ready to leave immediately. Because the matter was rather urgent, Saint Joramo planned to go alone, without any disciples or followers. It really doesn't take too long to fly from here to the front line.

However, for some reason, when she saw Saint Joramund greeting her and about to set off, Elf Queen Aryan felt her heart skip a beat, and she had an inexplicable bad feeling.

"Um, Joramo." Just when the other party was about to leave, Aryan couldn't help but call him.

"What's the matter? Aryan?" St. Joramo asked.

"You...be careful." Aryan said.

"Are you worried that I am in danger?" Saint Joramo looked at Aryan strangely, "Even if they suspect that this is a conspiracy of the Holy Empire of Elan, no matter how bold they are, they will never take action against me."

"However, my premonition has always been very keen. This time, I also feel that something bad will happen." Aryan said.

"Bad thing? Don't worry, Linton has only been promoted to the Holy level for a few years and cannot be my opponent. Even if the Yilan Holy Empire really wants to provoke a Holy level war, send all their Saints They are surrounding me. I can at least escape." Saint Joramo said. Seeing that Aryan was still frowning, he continued, "Anyway, I know, and I will be careful."

Elf Queen Aryan nodded reluctantly. The uneasy feeling in her heart was still not removed, but she also knew that Saint Joramo would definitely go here, so she could only pray that nothing would happen to him.

After comforting Aryan a little, Saint Joramo set off immediately. As the fighting spirit circulated, Saint Joramo rushed directly into the sky and flew towards the south.

Saint Joramo listened to Aryan's reminder to some extent. Although I didn’t think anything could happen to me, it was still right to be careful. But caution is the rule. What Saint Joramo considered here was to at least wait until he reached the military camp in the south, or wait until he saw the human saint-level before he was cautious. He never expected that as soon as he left the main city of the elves, and not long after flying, something suddenly happened.

The thing happened suddenly, but Saint Joramo still had some reaction. After all, he is a saint, and his intuition is very strong. St. Joramod suddenly felt a sense of danger approaching when he was flying halfway, but before he had time to observe his surroundings, a voice from below sounded: "All things are guided by the sky."

A huge force suddenly appeared, pulling him down quickly. The surroundings are naturally surrounded by forests, but although the surrounding vegetation blocks most of the sight, Saint Joramo still used his keen perception to instantly lock onto the person below.

A young man who looked like a human, estimated to be around twenty years old according to human age. Saint Joramo definitely didn't know the other party. Although he didn't know the other party's identity, if he dared to attack the Saint level, it would be impossible to let him go.

At the same time as it fell down, Saint Joramo instantly drew the sword from his back, condensed his fighting spirit, and slashed it down from the air, sending the sword energy straight towards the attacker below. However, the saint in front of him was struck by a fierce sword energy. The person below just faced the flying sword energy with his bare hands. With a backhand wave, his sword energy was deflected completely.

Saint Giolamo was stunned, but probably because of his attack, the suction force that came from nowhere on his body disappeared. Saint Giolamo rolled over and landed on the ground. He did not immediately rush to fight with the opponent, but just positioned himself. posture, ready to face the enemy.

"Who are you?" St. Joramo asked. In the instant of the fight, Saint Joramo at least knew that the other party was very strong. It was not that he came to attack the saint because of his bad brains, but it was premeditated. What's waiting to ambush him should be related to the war in the south. He also wanted to find out immediately what was going on and what conspiracy the human race had.

"Excuse me, Linton." The person who appeared in front of Saint Jolamod was naturally Linton. He appeared here mainly because the location of the sword master sent by the elves was easy to find. Although he has never seen Saint Joramo, he has been staring at the aura from the main city of the elves since the beginning. He noticed that an aura suddenly left the city and moved towards the south at high speed. Of course he knew that this was the direction. The military camp in the south was approaching the holy level, so it opened the door again and appeared on the opponent's path, blocking the opponent.

"Are you Linton?" Saint Giola was stunned for a moment, but he immediately identified the person. Yes, he also knew how strong the opponent was from the previous fight. Plus with his age, the opponent might really be Linton. But the next question came immediately, why did the other party attack him?

Fighting between saints is prohibited by the saint association. Even if there is any grudge, the saint association is usually responsible for coordinating it. If you really can't stop it, you two will have to duel under the auspices of the saint association. Solutions like that. If you don't abide by the rules, then the Natural Saint Level Association will want to settle a score with you.

And looking at Linton's current situation, is he preparing to fall out with the entire Holy Association? What's more, it still involves war. If a holy war is launched, if Linton breaks the rules first, the holy association will even side with the elves to deal with the Holy Empire of Elan. Linton was not only seeking death himself, he was even dragging the entire country to seek death with him. This was simply unbelievable to Saint Joramo, who could not figure out what Linton wanted to do.

Strangely enough, Saint Joramo immediately said on guard: "You want to assassinate me?"

"It's all in your face. It's too reluctant to say assassination." Linton said.

"You want to make an enemy of the entire association?" Saint Joramo said.

"Can dead people talk?" Linton said with a smile.

"You are too confident." Saint Joram chuckled softly, and then drew his sword in an instant. Yes, Saint Joramo has already understood that Linton is really going to take action, so what else is there to say. He had no intention of escaping. Although he knew that Linton might have some confidence before he chose to take action, he was at the Saint level and was much older than Linton, a newcomer who had just been promoted. He would run away when he saw the opponent. How can I be a saint in the future?

With a "clang" sound, the sword hit Linton's head directly, because Linton didn't move at all. It was not split in two as imagined, and there was no reaction from Linton's side. St. Joramo looked up in surprise, just in time to see Linton's smile: "That's it?"