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Walking with the elves, the journey has become extremely smooth. It took less than two days for them to leave the territory of Manden City. This is because they have to take care of humans and gods with poor physical strength, otherwise the time can be shortened by half .

After leaving Manden City, the direction guided by the God Stone became more and more accurate, and occasionally a faint golden light would flash, which made Cynthia feel that the patriarch of the Protoss they were looking for might be nearby.

Although I don't know how many people are left in the Protoss, Cynthia is still optimistic. No matter how few people gather around the Protoss patriarch, there will be more people than there are less than ten of them now.

Traveling is very dull and boring. Cynthia occasionally asks Olivia some questions about spells, but most of the time, she is holding a silver long sword and waving and playing with it casually.

The silver long sword was thick and wide, and looked very heavy, but it seemed to have no weight in Cynthia's hand. She waved the long sword in a disorderly manner, and occasionally the tip of the sword would accidentally pick up and walk on her. Olivia next to her had long light green hair hanging behind her.

When her hair was accidentally touched for the first time, Olivia turned her head in displeasure, but seeing that Cynthia looked serious and focused, she didn't seem to do it on purpose, so she gave up.

This kind of behavior is not frequent but occasional, so Olivia simply let her go.

Olivia didn't care, but Poli, who was walking behind her, saw that the silver long sword was brushing against Olivia's long light green hair several times. She suspected that this was intentional by the silver-haired protoss, so she walked two steps quickly. Try to separate the two of them.

A person suddenly squeezed in beside her, and Cynthia looked up. Polly looked at her, and was about to seriously stop her from teasing Her Majesty, when Cynthia suddenly said, "Look at this sword energy."

She raised her wrist slightly, and the long silver sword lay across Poli's body, with a faint white light shining on the sharp tip of the sword.

Poli looked at the white sword aura on the tip of the sword, and was startled, "You actually found a way to attach the power of light to the sword aura?"

Cynthia smiled slightly and did not speak.

When Olivia heard Poli's words, she also turned her head and took a look. She could see the clue with just one glance, and said lightly, "Sword aura on the surface."

Poli was stunned for a moment, and then carefully observed the sword aura on the tip of the sword, a little speechless, "So it's fake."

The power of light is floating on the tip of the sword, not the sword energy that is really used.

After being exposed by Olivia, Cynthia didn't play tricks anymore. She changed the silver long sword to the other hand, and a ball of white light gathered in the empty palm. She dispersed the white light, glanced at Olivia, and smiled. He praised: "Her Majesty is really amazing."

It was obviously just an ordinary compliment, but when it came out of Cynthia's mouth, Olivia always felt that there was a hint of teasing in her tone, and she didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, without waiting for Olivia's response, Cynthia continued: "The practice of swordsmanship is not complicated, but it is a little difficult to integrate the power of light with it."

Cynthia sighed, "I haven't found a way anyway."

Seeing Cynthia's sad face, Polly couldn't help but said, "Actually, it's not that difficult..." As she spoke, she peeked at Olivia's expression, seeing that Olivia didn't intend to stop her, She continued, "Just grab those bright elements."

In addition to natural spells, the elves are also good at archery, but only the elf queen and some elders and guards can use arrows condensed with the power of nature. Ordinary elves use homemade arrows, and the arrow body will be attached with the power of nature.

This is similar to what Cynthia thought of attaching the power of light to the sword energy.

Polly's words moved Cynthia's heart. She put away the silver long sword and said with a smile, "Can you tell me carefully?"

The bright aura on Cynthia made her feel good about the elves. Even though Polly had been wary of the silver-haired protoss approaching Olivia, she couldn't help it when she was stared intently at the golden eyes of the silver-haired protoss. Relentless.

Polly glanced at Olivia, then quietly pulled Cynthia to the other side, and the two of them had a lively discussion on the topic of sword energy.

Olivia glanced at the two of them, and looked away expressionlessly. An elf guard came behind her and said in a low voice, "There are vampires ahead."

"How many generations?"

"One for four generations, three for five generations."

Olivia nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Kill it."

The elf guard responded in a low voice, and then said: "What about the saved humans?"

"Humans..." Olivia originally wanted to say that they were allowed to flee on their own, but when she thought that Cynthia had been looking for humans with bright physiques, she paused and said, "Bring them here."

Although it is a bit troublesome to arrange human beings, it is a big deal to leave it to the protoss to solve it themselves.

The elf guards solved the problem. When the blood race brought the humans over, Cynthia and Poli had just finished the first round of discussions. Cynthia walked back to Olivia, looked at the crowd following the elf guards, and said thoughtfully : "Are these also escaped humans?"

They encountered at least a dozen waves of humans along the way, and most of them were fleeing. This phenomenon is a bit strange, because humans alone cannot escape from the blood clan.

Olivia also focused on those humans, and whispered: "Not this time, the blood who escorted them was killed just now."

Sarah and the other protoss walked over spontaneously when they saw the humans behind the elf guards. They encountered many humans along the way, and checked them one by one, finally allowing them to find a few humans with bright physiques.

Their team was growing little by little, which made Sarah and the others more active.

Especially after Cynthia showed them the power of the great light technique, they wished to find other tribesmen immediately, and find many humans with bright physiques.

"Don't be afraid, we are here to heal your wounds." Sarah skillfully pulled a human arm, checked her injuries, and said, "Do you know the Goddess of Light?"

She chanted a spell silently, and the faint white light healed the long-festering wounds on human arms. She heard the exclamation in her ears and said with a smile: "This is the healing technique of the Goddess of Light. You want to learn it." Is it?"

"But only light believers can practice."

If the Goddess of Light only made these humans curious, then the healing technique Sarah used really shocked and excited them.

Sarah and the other protoss patiently answered their questions while checking the physique of the human beings. Suddenly, a strange voice rang in their ears, "A believer in light? An emissary of the goddess of light?"

Sarah heard the sound and looked, and found that it was a girl with red hair. The girl was very good-looking, even though her clothes were tattered, she was so pitiful that one couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Sarah motioned for the protoss next to her to take her place, and she herself walked up to the red-haired girl and said with a smile, "Are you injured? Let me check it for you."

The red-haired girl had a strange expression. She turned her head to look at the healing technique used by the Protoss, rolled her eyes, and tried to ask, "Are you the messengers of the Goddess of Light? Aren't you the Protoss?"

Some humans also know the Protoss, so Sarah didn't find it strange. She nodded and said, "Yes, the Protoss are the messengers of the Goddess of Light."

Elvira: "..."

After the wolves became nosy, when did the gods like to play tricks.

Avilla raised her hand to brush the red hair hanging on her chest, and was about to say something when a sound came from the hillside overgrown with weeds, she paused, and turned her head to stare in the direction of the hillside, with a strange expression on her face.

The elf guard standing beside also turned around vigilantly. The longbow in his hand was already raised, and the sound became louder and louder. Suddenly, a white wolf poked its head down, and its sky-blue eyes were full of curiosity.

The elf guard frowned, and slowly lowered the longbow.

The white wolf jumped down from the hillside and shouted happily: "Elf!"

After she fell to the ground, she changed into a human form and was walking towards the elf guards, but she suddenly caught sight of Elvira in the crowd from the corner of her eye. She turned her head with a look of surprise, "It's you again, you were arrested again ?”

Ivy pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, but said nothing.

Hanni looked at her sympathetically, and said comfortingly, "It's okay, you were saved by the elf this time, and you're lucky."

The movement on their side attracted Olivia and Cynthia. Olivia obviously knew the white wolf. Seeing her, she said in surprise, "Why are you here, Hanni?"

When Hanni heard Olivia's voice, she hurriedly turned her head, her sky blue eyes lit up in an instant, "Your Majesty Queen Olivia."

Elvira, who was displeased because she saw Hanni again, was startled slightly when she heard Olivia's voice, she subconsciously stood up straight, and looked at Olivia who was walking towards them, with brown eyes His eyes narrowed slowly.

The elf queen...interesting.

Hanni strode towards Olivia, scratching her hair in embarrassment, "You still remember my name."

Olivia nodded, and asked lightly, "Why are you here alone?"

"I'm not alone." Hanni pointed in a certain direction and said, "My people haven't arrived because of something."

"I'm waiting for them."

Olivia frowned, "What are you doing here?"

The place where they are now is an unnamed wasteland, and if they continue to drive forward, they will arrive at the territory of a four-generation blood clan.

"We are chasing the blood race." Hanni's tone was a bit dignified. "Many three-generation blood races have come here. Patriarch Helen thought they were going to do bad things, so he led people to chase them."

"Helen is here too?"

Hanni nodded, "Patriarch Helen will be very happy to know that Her Majesty the Queen is here."

When the two of them were talking, Cynthia had been standing by Olivia's side, politely not interjecting. She had only seen a werewolf in Nobby City, and she had seen it from a distance, and had never been so close.

Thinking of Hanni's transformation from a white wolf to a human just now, Cynthia looked at her with great interest, but after looking at her for a while, she suddenly felt a scorching gaze staring at her. Cynthia looked up sharply and found that it was a red-haired girl.

Elvira, who was originally looking at Olivia, glanced at Cynthia next to her from the corner of her eye, and was amazed by her exquisite facial features and elegant temperament. She suddenly became interested, and touched her lips unabashedly. He looked at her carefully from top to bottom inch by inch.

Cynthia's sudden gaze made Elvira startled for a moment, she was about to curl her red lips out of habit, but suddenly thought of something, lowered her eyes, pretending to be scared and timid.

"...Who is that person?" Elvira tried to talk to Sarah.

Sarah replied enthusiastically: "That's Cynthia, she is very powerful, she knows a lot of light spells."

"Bright spell? What does it look like?"

Sarah just secretly wanted to check on Elvira, but failed, so she didn't reveal too much, and nodded vaguely, "It's very powerful."

Seeing that Sarah had become vigilant, Avril did not continue to ask. She slowly retreated from the center of the crowd to the side, and looked up at Cynthia without a trace, with a thoughtful expression.

The protoss standing next to the elf queen can use powerful light spells and claim to be the messenger of the goddess of light... There was a playful look in Avilla's eyes, and she suddenly didn't plan to leave.

This protoss looks too much in line with her wishes, which makes her playful.

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