God seal

Strong winds, cold arrows, and hidden torrents all became obstacles for the crowd trying to cross the river.The coalition forces besieging the elves were trapped here.

Under the circumstances that they could not use spells or attack by force, the [-]-meter-wide Aixi River seemed to be a natural moat, the most solid barrier between them and the sea of ​​trees.

Although there are dwarves who are good at casting in the coalition army, it takes time to make tools for crossing the river from local materials.Who knows how many more traps the elves will create in the time it takes to work?Moreover, the coalition army is originally a patchwork army. Even if it cannot be said to be a mob, there are still many open and secret struggles among various forces.Because of the failure of crossing the river, it is not once or twice that various forces shirk responsibility and blame each other.After a few days, the soldiers' minds became obviously impetuous.Noticing this situation, General Bolton, as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, had a headache.

Bolton is the most accomplished master blacksmith in the dwarf kingdom for a hundred years, and at the same time, he is also a very good fighter.In the Professionals Association, his warrior level has reached the highest level, and if he goes up one level, he will be transcendent and holy.Although there are no explicit regulations, professionals have default rules in order to better divide their strengths. The professional badges of the first and second ranks represent that the person is still a beginner, and the ranks of three, four, and fifth are small achievements, and those who have entered the sixth rank are generally They all have a very deep grasp of their own strength.Such a professional is a welcome talent no matter where he goes.The third-level ranger badge that Searle used to conceal his identity in Fengqi City before is the proof of the strength of mid-level professionals.The badges issued by the Professionals Association can be engraved with up to nine coats of arms, and the strength of powerhouses above the ninth rank can no longer be simply divided by grades—so people generally call the professionals above the ninth rank "extraordinary".

Bolton is an "extraordinary", so he can speak with his strength in this discordant team and occupy the position of commander-in-chief.This was originally intended to gain more initiative for the dwarf kingdom, but now Bolton is starting to regret it a bit.

He even began to think, was it a wrong decision to bring such a group of guys to attack the elves?Representatives from Rock City protested against him yesterday.

"The elves stole our important wealth and left a great shame on the city lord. It is to wash away this shame that we have been providing material support to the coalition forces. But what about you? You are eating our food and wages, but you have not attacked for a long time. This is how long to wait! What? The situation is bad... There is no bad situation, only commanders who are not good at war. I will give you a few days to think about it, if you are still so slack, I think we will change Commander."

And the arrogant nobleman is not only the representative of Rock City.These guys who only think about the benefits of attacking the sea of ​​elves don't understand war at all!Did they know who the coalition was fighting?Not only the elves, but also Saran'dir!That is the most powerful "transcendent" known in the past hundred years!

Attack, attack!Bolton thought angrily.In the current situation, blindly attacking is death!

"General Bolton..."

Someone walked into the tent again, Bolton stroked his mustache and rolled his eyes at the sky.He shouldn't have listened to the king's persuasion and took this damn job!

……

Monte took back the "telescope" - a gadget that Searle had recently taught them to make.

"It seems that the situation on the other side is not very good." The half-elf said, "They have failed to cross the river several times in a row, and their morale has become a little impetuous. Today, they didn't even arrange patrols. Do you know what I want to say?"

He looked at the orc druid behind him.

"Don't even think about it." Brian said, "Our number is less than one-tenth of the opponent's. Even if the opponent's defense is lax, it is not the time for us to attack."

Monte was dissatisfied with his conservatism: "If Feiye and the others are here, they can consume ten times the vitality of the other party in a moment before retreating."

"Your half-elven assassins are not here, and the elves here are not used to your blitzkrieg." Brian said, "If you can contact your partners now, I don't mind if you take them out a few times."

This is the dilemma that the sea of ​​trees is facing now, the enemy cannot get through, and they cannot get out.After being unable to use the teleportation scroll, the elves could not contact the outside at all, and it was difficult to know the situation outside.

"Where is Searle, what has he been doing recently?"

"Maybe still sad," Brian said.

"Sad? As for it? Isn't it a traitor!" Monte didn't understand, "Just kill him when you meet him."

Brian looked at him for a while, then patted Monte on the shoulder: "I really hope Searle can be like you, but obviously, our paladin is a bit sentimental."

Monte had a hellish expression on his face.

At this time, Searle, who was called sentimental by Brian, was counting the current available troops in the sea of ​​trees with Estes.

"The elves who stayed in the sea of ​​trees are all archers. Although they can use some natural magic, they all lack actual combat experience." Estes said, "But fighting in the jungle is beneficial to us. .”

Elf archers are different from other races, because they are favored by nature, they shoot farther and more accurately than ordinary archers, and the damage of the talent magic attached to the arrows will also cause greater damage to the enemy.And fighting in the jungle can bring more help to the elves.But in a battle, too few troops is definitely not a good thing for one's own side.

Searle has a wealth of combat experience. He knows the role of soldiers when charging, knows that mages' range attacks can bring extremely high death rates to the enemy, and knows that the logistics and support of priests and other auxiliary professionals are important. necessary.However, they only have archers.Although there are some elves who can also use scimitars and can be counted as half warriors, the number is too small to form a team at all.

"Druids can cast natural healing techniques, which can serve as logistical support, but we lack 'shields'. As long-range attacks, archers cannot rush forward to fight the enemy. We need soldiers to block the front." Searle pointed out Their biggest shortcoming at present is, "Even if the archers can use guerrilla tactics in the woods, but the opponent has 2 people, once they form a formation and enter the forest while cutting down the surrounding vegetation while advancing, the guerrilla tactics of the archers are not beneficial. "

To put it simply, the elves still have too few arms.

Estes frowned: "It's not that we don't have fighters, it's just..." He glanced at Doragon standing aside, and swallowed his words.It's just that the best group of fighters have all left the sea of ​​trees, and their whereabouts are still unknown.

Dragon said: "Even if I call them back now, they will not come back in time."

Searle's eyes flickered slightly, and it seemed that the elves who had left the sea of ​​trees had gone far away.

"At least you can tell me where they are." Searle looked at the chief guard of the royal court, "We can find a way to contact them. After all, you don't want the wanderers who left home to return to their hometown, only to see The homeland that was invaded, and the homeland that lost loved ones."

Doragon sighed slightly: "If they can come back."

Searle's pupils suddenly tightened.He thought of the "magic addiction" raging outside, and the elf king who selflessly dedicated himself to the world, and a faint anger grew in his heart.Not to the Elf King and his compatriots, not to mention the people who were saved by them in this world, but to himself!

In 150, when he retired to the Holy City, it sounded like he was retiring after a successful career, but in fact he was just escaping from himself.And in the 150 years of his escape, how many opportunities to learn the truth have been missed, and how many people he cared about have been lost.Olivier... Searle suddenly thought of the prophet, and felt a little sour in his heart.However, the moment he thought of Olivier, he thought of Bethian at the same time.Regarding Bethien's betrayal, Searle has complicated feelings. After removing all emotions, he can only think about those urgent practical issues.

What is the relationship between Bethien and the coalition forces besieging the Sea of ​​Trees?Who were the black-robed mages who appeared that day?And... do all the mages in Van En City know what Bethien did?

Even at this moment, Searle couldn't help but think about it.He didn't want another group of mages among his enemies.

"Your Highness!"

However, coincidentally, just when Searle remembered the mages in Vann City, the patrolling elves sent the information.

"Your Highness, a group of mages are coming from the east!"

"Kill it when it comes." Estes was impatient, and had already pulled out the scimitar at this time.

"It's not the enemy, they're here for help." The patrolling scout said, "One of the human mages said he wanted to see His Royal Highness Sarandir."

Searle asked, "What's his name?"

"Bailey!"

For a moment, Searle mistakenly thought that the ghost of an old friend who passed away more than 100 years ago had found him.Until he saw Master Bailey standing in front of everyone.

"It's you."

He had only met this mage once in Van En City, and he didn't even speak to him.Searle didn't expect that the old-looking man in front of him was Archmage Bailey, the descendant of his old friend, Archie's grandfather.He looks more like Bailey than Archie, the assassin who sleeps forever in White Rose City.

However, Searle did not let down his guard because of this.

"A mage from your college brought people to attack us not long ago." Searle looked at the group of slightly nervous mages, "What is the purpose of your coming here, mages?"

The expedition team of Fanen College looked at each other, a little nervous.They didn't understand who Seol was talking about, and one of them wanted to explain.

"We just want to ask you for advice on dispelling demons..."

The Old Bailey suddenly reached out and interrupted the young mage's explanation.

Searle stared at him and looked at him: "You have the breath of the abyss."

He hasn't forgotten that when they first met in Vann City, this group of people was mixed with demons.And Searle doesn't believe that the demon hybrid didn't intervene in the "Magic Addiction" incident that swept across the mainland.And this group of mages appeared when the elves were besieged, and Seir didn't think it was a coincidence

"Since you are so sensitive." Archmage Bailey bowed and saluted, and then said, "You must be able to smell it, the smell of the abyss has faded away. In fact, we spent a lot of energy to create one that can Teleported to the magic circle at the edge of the sea of ​​trees. After arriving near the sea of ​​trees, in order to avoid the coalition forces outside, we also experienced many difficulties in order to see you."

"You mean to tell me that you have washed away the influence of the abyss. You came to me across thousands of rivers and mountains to recount your reform process and express your kindness?" Searle raised his eyebrows.When he is willing, the silver eyes are like a sharp sword of ice, capable of breaking a person's spine.

After all, this is an "extraordinary person", and the other mages felt tremendous pressure.

Bailey, however, looked directly at him and did not avoid it.

"If we are not kind. We should be on the other side of the river now, not in front of you."

very eloquent.Searle wanted to see what else the descendant of this old friend wanted to say.

"And since I stand in front of you, I have already stated my position." There was unconcealable fatigue in the eyes of Archmage Bailey, "I want to seek cooperation with you."

"In order to solve the 'addiction'?" Searle asked him.

"No." Grief and indignation flashed across the archmage's eyes, and his voice trembled. He made up his mind, "And to kill Bethian and avenge my grandson."

Just when Archmage Bailey uttered this declaration of revenge, the "Assassination of Bethien" elf team far away in the Great Rift Valley had already looked for their target.

There will always be people who want to kill Bethian.