shut up!The palace refuses to flirt!

"Ah." An exclamation attracted the attention of Orthea and Yimo at the same time.

The white-robed and silver-haired elf's eyes froze, and he teleported to the direction of the voice again.She believed that Yimo would be there soon.

Sure enough, Yi Mo considered the situation, looked at the team below who were fighting with the fourth-order Wind Shadow Leopard in a hurry, thought about it, and dropped a few magic spells that would bring them trouble, stomped his feet, and left without a sound here.

The young female alchemist stopped her movements, looked at the direction in which Yi Mo was leaving, squinted her eyes and smiled slightly, dropped a few small props and left without caring about the life and death of the team.

"Hey Joanna! Help." Ike, who was alive an hour ago, was dying now, and he grabbed the alchemist's clean robe covered in blood.

The corners of the cyan clothes were suddenly stained with deep blood, and Joanna frowned, not caring about Feng Yingbao who was staring at her, she bent down and said softly, "Let go."

Exx flinched, but his desire for life made him ignore the uneasiness in his heart, "Help...help, we treat you well."

"Oh?" Joanna curled her lips with a mocking expression, "You really think I don't know?"

I don't know that you are coveting my beauty, if it weren't for this little guy this time, he would definitely sell me to the black market.

Ike was taken aback, "No, I didn't, it's... Simon, it's Simon's idea, it's none of my business, I just..."

"Oh, I know." Joanna casually tore off his hand, took a step back and wiped it with a handkerchief, and said with a gentle smile, "So now you are the only one alive."

The Wind Shadow Leopard came over with its tail flicking, and rubbed against her body, making a little purr in its throat, as if it was acting like a baby.

Ike's face turned pale suddenly, and he looked back tremblingly. The captain Simon was torn to pieces, and the magician fell to the ground in fear with wide eyes wide open. He must be dead. The thief disappeared, only a familiar Cloth hangs from the branches, and the archers...

"You...you demon." The young archer backed away in horror.

"Tsk." Joanna squinted her eyes and sneered disdainfully, "Fragile and disgusting human beings."

She waved her hand, and the previously ferocious Fengyingbao reluctantly left. The alchemist pulled down his robe, revealing long golden hair and pointed ears—a half-elf!

Joanna straightened her clothes and hair, and covered her ears. She took a few steps, looked around the battlefield just now, and then made up her mind. She chose a direction and walked openly. In the past, did I remember correctly that the exclamation came from here?

What a funny little guy, Joanna thought casually, without her, she probably would have had to work harder to get rid of these disgusting humans.

Orthea's teleportation was very fast, and she arrived there almost in the next second.Sure enough, poachers.

Her Majesty's eyes turned cold, and she raised her hand to make a move, but suddenly remembered Yi Mo, this seems to be her chance?Orthea squinted her eyes, and thought of a way as soon as she turned her head.

She called out a bow, a very common bow common to the elves, a little toy from Themis to make her happy.Then he broke off a branch and cut it with his fighting spirit, drew the bow and set up an arrow, aimed at the leader and shot.

This team of poachers is very small, only five big men, but it can be seen that they are all veterans, such as their proficiency in kidnapping elves.

call out!

The rough-made arrow was shot precisely. It entered the man's tiger's mouth, and Barton let out a cry, "Who?!"

Several people searched around nervously. When Bill looked up, he saw a beautiful elf standing arrogantly on a branch, with a white robe and silver hair, and a delicate face like a gift from the Father God. His whole body exuded a holy aura.The elf held an exquisite bow in his hand, no quiver, and no arrows in his hand.

Bill was stunned, he swallowed subconsciously, and a grunt aroused his sanity, "Look...look there." The young man tremblingly raised his finger and pointed to the treetop not far away, with undisguised amazement in his eyes. color.

Barton stared up viciously, suffocating his breath, and assured the Goddess of Light that this was the most beautiful elf he had ever seen as a poacher for so many years, bar none!

"Quick! Grab her!" Barton looked around, but couldn't tell that the elf had magic fluctuations or battle energy fluctuations, so he ignored the arrow just now, firmly believing that it was a powerless arrow. The beautiful elf, he looked at Orthea greedily, "Catch her! I promise, after this job is done, you will be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life!"

The other four people also recovered from their astonishment, and one of them wiped his nosebleed, "It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful elf."

"Woo...help...help." (Elf language) The person holding the elf let go, giving her a chance to call for help.

Anger slowly ignited in Orthea's heart. Her eyes were cold, but she had a smile that was not a smile on her face. She was playing with the bow in her hand, keeping her expression on the ground.

Oh little Yimo, if you don't come to the hall, you might not be able to resist.Calm down... Orthea, don't do it casually, Themis will be angry if she finds out.

"Want me?" The elegant and melodious voice floated gently with the wind, and Barton and the others felt as if they heard the divine voice, and their expressions became even more fanatical after being intoxicated.

The rogue got a look and quietly blended into the darkness, intent on getting close to the beautiful elf.

"Let her go." Orthea pretended to ignore the thief, and ordered in a calm voice, as if it was taken for granted by an oracle.

Oh, it is indeed an oracle, but these few people don't know it.

So the daring poachers winked at each other, moved quickly, and "trapped" the silver-haired elf in a siege.Orthea still watched their actions with a half-smile, not caring what might happen next.

What did the wind bring.Orthea moved her ears, glanced in a certain direction indiscernibly, and jumped off the tree neatly.The elf's figure was flexible, and when he landed, he made a soft sound under his feet, and bent his legs to relieve the force of his fall.

Barton was startled when he saw this, but greed overwhelmed his reason after all.

This is in the forest, where the swordsmanship of opening and closing cannot be used here, but the thieves have room to play.Barton feinted and "forced" the elf to the side of the tree step by step.In the ancient forest of elves, even on the outskirts, the roots are intertwined.

Orthea dealt with it carelessly, and her mind was divided between her feet and Immo.She was thinking how falling down would both arouse the guy's sympathy and be clean.Her Highness the Goddess of Light has been pampered for many years, so she has a cleanliness habit!

However, the elf made a faint cry for help again.

"Hurry up!" Barton seemed to have heard something, his eyes sharpened, and his attack suddenly became sharper. "The elf guards are coming soon. Once the patrols arrive, it will be difficult for us to take them away."

His words also reached Emer.

The human being controlled by Yan saw Orthea's face at a glance, then glanced at the direction of the elf, and made up his mind after turning his head for a second.

"By the splendor of the Goddess of Nature, your followers pray to you for strength... Bound Vines!" she murmured, repeating her old trick.

The cheerful beating of the wooden elements, Orthea can clearly perceive their joy and joy.She paused, seeming to dodge Barton's sword dangerously, raised her eyebrows slightly and watched the vegetation suddenly grow wildly, and the vines swaggered towards them.

"Not good! Wood magic." Barton was shocked. He spent most of his life in the forest of elves as a poacher and sold elves, so he naturally knew the power of wood magic here.

"Take that elf, retreat!" He ordered urgently, leaving Orthea alone after the last sword strike.

"Boss." The thieves suddenly appeared beside Orthea, and the dagger tried to bring the anesthetic into the elf's body at a tricky angle. This was their last chance.

Orthea chuckled lightly, but she didn't move. Suddenly, a vine rushed out of her side to block the knife, and then slammed it fiercely.

The thief twisted his body and dodged this attack with difficulty, but he couldn't block the next attack, and was slammed into the tree with a snap.Bill spat out a mouthful of blood, looked in shock at the figure that suddenly appeared beside the elf, and then passed out.

The fight was mostly over by the time Joanna arrived, with drugged daggers and arrows stabbing the poachers.She glanced at it, and it was a young little guy who was caught, a beautiful little guy.

The elf looked terrified, holding Orthea's clean and white robe tightly. Her platinum hair was not too long, at least shorter than Orthea's, barely reaching shoulders.It is still messy and fluffy, as if it has some dirt on it.Seeing this, Joanna confirmed her thoughts from the bottom of her heart, um, an underage elf.

Orthea's expression was a bit complicated, she looked at the little paw print on her clothes, then at the other little paw that was holding Yimo tightly, and fell silent for a few seconds.Then forced a gentle smile, "Good night, sir, my name is Heather, thank you for saving my life."

Yi Mo was stunned for a few seconds to slow down the shock brought by her beauty, it's all her fault! "Ye An, my name is Yi Mo, thank you."

"Imo?" Orthea deliberately raised her eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Yi Mo was a little embarrassed, crying from the bottom of her heart, could it be that the beauty has a problem with her name?

"No nothing." Orthea smiled perfectly professionally, "It's just a little strange, this is the first time I've heard such a name."

"What about you?" Emer paused, and looked up at her. At this time, Orthea was a few centimeters taller than her.

The 15-year-old Yimo is about 1.6 meters five, and there is still room for growth, while Ortheya is tall, just over 1.7 meters.

"Me?" Althea narrowed her eyes, "My name is Heather."

Elves sometimes have only names.

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