God seal

No one could guess what Berthian Olivier was thinking, sometimes not even himself.

For example, at this moment, Leviathan half-threateningly asked him to assassinate him in the sea of ​​elves. This is obviously a vicious plan with no return, but it made Bosian feel a little bit of joy and anticipation.As for what to expect, even he himself did not understand.Intellectually, he should refuse, and wait for Archie to pass the news to the elves before making other judgments; emotionally...emotional?Bossian was stunned for a while by this word.How long had it been since he had used that word to himself?

Seeing him not answering for a long time, Leviathan thought he was in a dilemma.After all, Bossian managed to get a good impression from Sarandir, and going to the sea of ​​trees this time will waste all his previous efforts.But that's exactly what Leviathan is for!He wants the mage to have no way out, and can't make a double-faced deal. He wants Bothian to be firmly tied to their warship and completely break with the "savior" Sarandir.

There was a rumbling sound coming from the ground of the Great Rift Valley at this time. The demons who had been suppressed by the brilliance of the Elf King for a moment were roaring impatiently again. Just by listening to the sound, one could feel that the terrible monster was coming from the underground abyss. Climbing up little by little.

Leviathan was extremely excited.

"Have you seen it?! This is our future. Humanity, light, and life are all inferior to this great power. You have to make a conscious decision, Bossian." His strange mixed-race eyes sparkled, like Like a cultist, "The Lord of the Abyss will rule everything!"

Leviathan is clearly a fanatical demon believer, or any fanatic is like that.Berthian has seen many followers of Doi, and they are no different from this half-blood demon when they go crazy.The God of Light and the Lord of the Abyss seem to be just two sides of the same coin.The word god is like a blind poison, paralyzing and drowning all those who believe in it.

The only difference is Saran'dir.He was not very polite to Eli, and he was only polite to any gods without admiration. In his bones, he had a lawless view of equality—God, what is the difference between you and me?

The first time he noticed Salanduil's thoughts, Berthian was amazed and excited.He began to study Saran'dir like an unprecedented treasure, observing his behavior, understanding his past, and feeling his pain.It was during this process, however, that the experiment began to spiral out of control.From the vague impression in Olivier's memory at the very beginning, Bethien's perception of Searle became flesh and blood, and gradually connected with his own flesh and blood.When the danger is detected, it is already inseparable.

But what is inseparable is not only Bethien's feelings for Searle, but also the huge and weird conspiracy that Bethien is now involved in.

In this secret conspiracy, each participant has his own purpose.Some people are for greater power, more wealth, and some people are purely for crazy beliefs (such as Leviathan, and not only him).Converging interests brought them together and laid out this shocking layout step by step.Initially, Berthian's interests aligned with theirs, and he didn't mind a little favor.Now, their interests have diverged.But he was so involved that it was difficult to get out.

Leviathan was still waiting for his answer.

Bethian thought for a while.The next moment, he knew that he was making a dangerous decision, but he still spoke.

"it is good."

……

"Wake up."

The sky was still hazy, and Fei Xi, who was resting on a branch, was woken up by someone.He subconsciously wanted to touch the longbow, but he only touched the cold and wet ground, and Feixi woke up with a jolt.

"enemy!"

He tried to stand up, but his shoulders were pinned down.

"The enemy has temporarily retreated. If you are tired, retreat into the sea of ​​trees and have a good rest." Searle said softly to the young elf.

He took Fei Xi's longbow in his hand, and prepared to replace the little guy to complete the patrolling task.The short bow that Searle bought in Fann City was damaged on the way. I still remember that the dwarf who sold his short bow reminded him to take care of it.If there is a chance to see the old dwarf again, Searle will probably be taught a loud lesson.When he came back to his senses, Searle noticed that the young elf in front of him had not left, but was staring at him.His eyes had the innocence and innocence unique to the elves who grew up in the sea of ​​trees, but at this moment, there was a little guilt hidden.

"No, I don't need it. Please return the bow to me, and I can continue patrolling." Feixi dodged Searle's eyes, "...Sorry, I was not so friendly to you when you first came back. "

After the drastic changes in the sea of ​​trees, these young elves saw all of Seir's actions.When they were born, Searle had already left the sea of ​​trees. When they grew up, the elders in the clan were reluctant to mention Searle.Over time, the younger generation of elves inevitably had some misunderstandings about Salanduil.Just like the original Estes, when dealing with Salanduil, there is both admiration for the strong and resentment of being abandoned and betrayed in his heart.

However, since the beginning of the war, Seir has been protecting the entire sea of ​​trees without sleep for several days, and the companions and half-bloods he brought also helped the elves guard their homes.These young elves began to realize that prejudice had deeply hindered them from understanding the world correctly.

"I also want to apologize to those mixed races, just like misunderstanding you, I thought they..."

"Shh."

Seir stopped what he said next.

"Thank you, Feixi. But you are already exhausted. If you don't want to go back to the sea of ​​trees to rest, how about going to help our half-breed compatriots make traps again?"

Physi nodded quickly.

Thur said: "Leave the patrol to me."

Before he left, Fici couldn't help but ask him.

"Your Highness! We... can we really guard the sea of ​​trees?"

I don't know how many times someone has asked him this question.In memory, Searle also answered his companions again and again.

[Searle, can we really defeat the devil? 】

【Can we win this battle to the end? 】

[Searle, some of the soldiers can't hold on any longer, so please say something. 】

Searle knew that the people who asked him these questions didn't really need an answer, but needed to draw strength, so his answer didn't change every time.

"I am here."

He patted the young junior on the shoulder, put his longbow on his back and left.No confusion, no hesitation, what Sarandiel left to his companions is always the back of going forward bravely.

Brian, who was instructing the druids to rearrange the traps, noticed that Searle had returned.

"How about it, how about the results of condolences to the three armies? But I guess with you as the leader, we don't need to worry about morale for the time being."

Searle stood beside him.

"Morale doesn't bring victory."

He looked at the Aixi River spreading in front of him. Although the dark and turbulent river temporarily hindered the enemy, it was not an impenetrable barrier.Their enemies ranged from master dwarven craftsmen to human mages, and it was only a matter of time before they found a way to cross the river safely.And there are less than [-] elves who can fight in the sea of ​​trees, and the combined number of mixed blood and druids is only [-], and the number of rose knights is even smaller.Such a force, from the data point of view, is not an opponent of the opponent's tens of thousands of horses.

"But you can bring victory." Brian looked at Searle, "It is because of you that no one cares about the disparity in military strength now. After all, 'one Sarandir can resist a thousand demons' , everyone believes so.

Searle frowned, and the exaggerated description made the goosebumps on his arms stand up.

Brian laughed loudly and said, "This is the glorious record of you in "Travel Notes". Therese wants me to read it every night."

"Bards are always exaggerated..." Selton paused, and when he mentioned the bard, he remembered Neil, whose whereabouts were unknown.Brian understood what he was thinking, "Don't worry, Monte is ready to go. When he comes back after finding out the news, whether something happened to Neil or betrayed us, the truth will be revealed."

Estes, who had just come off the front line, came over and said, "Now surrounded by so many enemies, that half-elf can't get out at all, even if he can get out, how can he come back with news and his companions? "

"Don't worry. We have a teleportation scroll provided by a senior mage here, it's completely fine..."

Estes interrupted him: "This is the domain of the goddess of nature, the teleportation spell is forbidden, otherwise the human mages outside would have broken in."

Searle and Brienne were stunned for a moment.

Estes saw the astonishment on their faces, and couldn't help being surprised: "You didn't even notice this?!"

"Do not……"

It should be said that a wise man will make a mistake if he thinks about it, or a leaf will blind his eyes.Searle and Brian only noticed this problem at this time.Within the realm of the gods, spells are restricted.Although Bethian's teleportation spell succeeded once in Waterland's formation, the situation was special at that time, and Waterland's godhead could not be compared with the goddess of nature as the three main gods.However, it is undeniable that Berthian Olivier's spells possess power that can rival divine power.

At this time, Seir remembered what he felt when the Elf King turned into a star - the divine power of the Elf King dispelled the tracking spell on his body for him, but before that, the power of the Goddess of Nature failed to invalidate the spell.

Searle suddenly realized what was going on.

Because Bethien is always unexpected, Searle is used to believing in his strength, but will Bethien, who is unexpected, always be on his side every time?

"Where's Monte?" Thrall shouted, "Stop him from using the scroll!"

However, it was a step too late, and Monte, who was ready to go, had already pulled the "teleportation scroll".