God seal

In fact, the short bow can't shoot too far, it is only used for close combat.However, in desperation, Salanduil had no choice but to condense his own strength on this bow. The consequence of using it forcibly was that a crack appeared on the bow arm.

Salanduil touched the arm of the bow in distress, but there was no time for him to feel grateful, so he jumped off the high platform and walked down.As if Qiqi had made an appointment, no one made a sound when he came.

They were all eyeing him, Eli's paladin.

It is recorded in "Travel Notes" that Salanduil became a paladin only in the No.20 year when he traveled to the mainland.Before that, he was a ranger who was good at using bows and arrows (today, many people have seen this).When he became a paladin, the war to exorcise demons was reaching its peak, and there were not many companions left in the battle.And not long after, he was even more abandoned by his ethnic group, completely alone.

It is said that the elf king once summoned all the elves to return to the western sea of ​​trees on the eve of the war, but the crown prince rejected the edict, and many elves chose to follow him.But when the brutal years of war finally came to an end, few of these followers survived except the Crown Prince himself, and the Western Elves lost their wings.Saran'dil was thus demoted and banished from the Sea of ​​Trees.This sounds a little unreasonable, but how can human beings understand the thoughts of those higher beings.

Ten years later, Sarandir lived in seclusion in the holy city and completely disappeared from people's sight.

Whether it is the identity of an elf, the title of the deposed crown prince, or the title of Eli Paladin, Salanduil has become a role that attracts the attention of the world.However, no one may remember that when he first traveled to the mainland, his outstanding appearance attracted more attention than his strength.

Seeing the elves approaching them, the half-blood whistled subconsciously, causing Yvonne to stare fiercely.

"Why are you angry?" the mixed-race man laughed. "Is it a mistake to praise beauty?"

"Demon, I won't allow you to defile Lord Salanduil with your evil desire." Yvonne warned, raising his long sword, followed by other paladins.Just before the two groups of people were about to trigger another fight, Sarandiel had already walked into the ruins.

"Enough," he said, seeming somewhat weary, and the words put a stop to a new quarrel just in time.For some unknown reason, both groups subconsciously obeyed him.

Then the elf looked around, and his eyes fell on Archmage Bailey.Unexpectedly, his first sentence was: "Is anyone hurt?"

Archmage Bailey was flattered: "No! No, there are some, but only minor injuries."

The mages on the side all looked at the elf with scorching eyes, not because of his appearance, but because they were seriously thinking about the magical uses of his hair and blood.

The second sentence of Sarandiel mentioned compensation: "You can submit the list to the holy city." He gathered the paladins around him, and said to the mages seemingly politely, "After all, this battle is due to us. However, it damaged your important buildings, and if there are other claims for compensation, it can be satisfied."

Is this big man's temper so good?The mages looked at each other, just about to move, when they heard the elf say the third question coldly.

"However, after the compensation has been settled, I also have a question. Why—" He turned his gaze to the demon half-blood who had been standing by, "The southern half-blood who is forbidden to appear in the Northland will appear in Vannen City. Mage, who are you?" Can you explain this question?"

finally come!Bailey's back was sweating profusely, just thinking about how to explain.The half-breed man said first, "Wait a minute, how can we capture the holy city if we are plotting? What are you going to do, kill everyone present at once?"

The corners of his mouth grinned, meeting Salanduil's menacing silver eyes, but he showed no fear.

"Or—" the man lowered his voice and deliberately provoked, "Are you also like these fanatics of the Holy Light, no matter what we have done and what we plan to do, we are ready to throw all unbelievers into hell to feed the devil?"

The mages held their breath, and the silence spread silently.The elf looked at him for a while, but didn't rush to answer the question, but solemnly took out something in front of everyone.He said to the half-blood: "I will make a decision after I find out your purpose."

Just when everyone was vigilantly thinking that he would make a big move, the next moment, the elf just opened the scroll, and disappeared in front of everyone with the paladins.

Disappeared?

Disappeared!

It took a while for the mages to come back to their senses, and then someone suddenly realized, patted their legs and said angrily: "It's a teleportation scroll! Where did he get the teleportation scroll?"

"I haven't asked him for a hair yet!"

"Come on, do you dare to ask for the atmosphere just now?"

Amidst the annoyance or regret of the mages in the background, the demon half-blood Leviathan touched his chin, recalling the look in Sarandir's eyes before he left—dissatisfied, tired, and curious, but only No disgust.The fanatics who didn't look like other gods at all reacted when they saw their group of southerners. Is it because Eli is special, or is it because the elf is special?

"That's interesting." Leviathan laughed loudly, then turned his head and said bluntly, "Hey, mage, can you find out where he went?"

Archmage Bailey shook his head: "That's a non-directional teleportation scroll."

"It's a pity, I thought there would be a good show today." Leviathan didn't realize how much trouble they had caused.The opponent in the battle disappeared, and he left with his companions impatiently.Just before leaving, if there is some guidance, "Mages, after today, the news will spread all over the mainland, what are you going to do?"

Archmage Bailey looked at him and was silent for a while: "The agreement remains the same."

The demon half-blood laughed heartily: "I promise, this is the most cost-effective deal you have ever done!"

Archmage Bailey watched the group of southerners leave with heavy eyes, but said nothing in the end.

"Looks like I missed a good show."

Accompanied by the piercing sound of the teleportation spell, a somewhat familiar voice sounded behind the archmage.

"The stage has come to an end." The black-robed mage slowly walked out of the magic circle, "Are you still here waiting to clean up the mess, Your Excellency Bailey?"

"Bothian." Bailey looked at him vigilantly, "Where have you been for such a long time?"

Bo Xien sneered and said, "I'm going back to my mage tower, do I have to report them one by one?"

"You'd better..." The old mage was still worried, and was about to warn him.

"You'd better not order me to do anything." Bossian's voice completely cooled down, "The matter of the Southern Agreement can no longer be hidden, that half-blood demon must have done it on purpose, Your Excellency Bailey, you might as well worry about yourself. "

"Aren't you one of us, Bethian?" Archmage Bailey looked at him. "As a member of Vann College, do you think you can get out of this chaos? I don't know what you want to do." What, Bothian." He leaned closer to the young mage, with a solemn warning in his old cloudy eyes.

"Never be self-righteous, we can cultivate you, and naturally we can destroy you. The blood of the Olivier family is not just you, and you will never be irreplaceable."

When he finished speaking, he saw the blood color fade from the face of the young mage in an instant, the already pale face became like a piece of white paper, and the pair of black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.Archmage Bailey regretted it for a moment, maybe he shouldn't have said such a heavy word, after all, Bothian...

"I don't need your kind reminder." Before Bailey tried to make amends, Bossian took a few steps back to put a distance between the two.

It was clearly spring, but his voice seemed to come from the cold winter.

"I will always remember what I am in your eyes." There was the coldest flame in the black eyes, as if a storm was about to be brewed.However, in the end, he just bowed down restrainedly to the old man, "Forgive me for not being able to accompany me, and leave."

"Wait!" Bailey couldn't help calling him, wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, he could only say, "The teleportation scroll just now..."

Bethian chuckled lightly.

"How dare I have a relationship with the great Paladin Eli? If he knows the truth about the disappearance of the 'Prophet', I will be the first one who wants to kill him."

Archmage Bailey was finally relieved.However, he did not see the sneer on Bethian's face when he left.

-

"You remember."

A majestic and elegant voice sounded above his head.

"Traveling is a learning process. All the setbacks, tribulations and hardships you encounter will ultimately be your teachers."

Under the gaze of many of his kindred, the Elven King put a garland of leaves on the young descendant.

"I hope that when you return, it will be enough to lead us forward."

The elves who were watching the ceremony cheered, and the young Searle raised his head and blinked at the elf king.

"I hope I can bring you a daughter-in-law back by the way, Dad."

……

Salanduil hadn't had a dream for a long time, and when he came back from the dream and saw the snowflakes flying in the sky above his head, he was also stunned for a while.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him. He looked around and found the paladins lying on the ground moaning. It seemed that the power of the teleportation spell made them feel uncomfortable.Salanduil was a little suspicious that the black-robed mage gave him an inferior scroll.

Yvonne is another sober after him.

"grown ups."

The paladin squad leader covered his head, "We are... oh my god, this is—" After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help exclaiming, "Where is this?"

Salanduel glanced at the discarded scroll in his hand, and said calmly: "Obviously, this is a snow mountain."

"But the nearest snow-capped mountain is thousands of miles away from Van En City! Are we in the Western Mountains now, or the foothills of the Beastmen?"

"Wherever it is, it is but a journey," said the Elf.

Beside them, Eddie, who had just woken up, seemed hesitant to speak.

"But we don't even have a horse now..." Yvonne frowned slightly, "Maybe we can see if there are any cities nearby and borrow their teleportation circle."

"I said... the captain and Lord Sarandeer!" Eddie finally couldn't help interrupting their conversation, "Let's not talk about our current location, haven't you noticed?"

The other person and an elf looked at him together, with some doubts.

"Red is gone!" Eddie yelled, "I saw him being knocked away by a mage's magic! He probably didn't teleport away with us, what should we do now? He stayed in Vann City with a dragon !"

Salanduil was silent for a while, then got up and walked away.

"...A long journey is an experience full of suffering."