Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

"An elf?"

The crowd was puzzled, and one of the knights murmured to himself.

"But the intelligence indicated that the Pokémon we captured weren't this short."

The knights exchanged glances, then their eyes fell on their captain.

"Captain, what should we do?"

"Was it the elven girl the guild leader mentioned?"

"No"

Bernard shook his head, recalling that someone had indeed mentioned another elf during the meeting.

"According to intelligence, there is more than one elf here."

"A white-haired elf cub once appeared in the town of Linxia!"

"If I'm not mistaken, the elf before me is..."

"What?!"

The knights were very excited; they were certain they would be rewarded handsomely if they captured the elf cub.

Then the matter becomes quite obvious.

Capture the sprite in front of you.

However, without their captain's order, they dared not step forward and could only stand silently, watching Bernard, who was deep in thought.

Bernard stared at the silhouette within the red mist.

Everything is confirmed to be in accordance with the intelligence.

But why is this elf cub here?

And what about this faint red mist, and the red lines that emanate from it?

Suddenly, he remembered the mission of the Fourth Guardian Knights.

The red mist before my eyes looked so much like the blood mist that had annihilated the entire Guardian Knights.

But it shouldn't be like that.

If it really is that all-consuming blood mist, why is the elf in the center of the red mist acting as if nothing is wrong?

Furthermore, the concentration of this fog is also very low.

Just as Bernard was deep in thought.

An impatient knight named Randolph couldn't help but go up, approach the red mist, and reach out to touch it.

"don't want!"

Bernard, regaining his senses, tried to stop them, but it was too late.

"What... what is this?"

The moment Narandorf touched the red mist, his armor was stained with it.

Furthermore, it rapidly bound and corroded the armor, devouring it. The red mist clinging to the armored arms burned like fire meeting dry wood.

"Take it off!"

Bernard gave the order quickly, and Randolph acted just as decisively, immediately removing his armor.

But her arm was still stained with that eerie red mist.

"No"

Randolph was terrified; was he about to die?

To die like this, without ever serving a purpose?

He wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die in such a miserable way!

"Stretch out!"

brush!

A beam of light flashed, and Bernard instantly severed the arm stained with red mist.

"Hmm!"

Randolph covered his mouth to keep himself from making a sound, while Cassie took out a healing potion from her ring.

She stepped forward, scattered the fabric in Randolph's hands, tore off a piece of clothing, and wrapped it around Randolph's severed arm.

"Back off!"

Even without Bernard's orders, the knights quietly retreated a few steps after witnessing Randolph's miserable state.

They did indeed come here with the awareness that they were destined to die.

But that doesn't mean they aren't afraid of death.

That doesn't mean they'll die in vain.

Died inexplicably.

To die without even knowing the situation of your opponent is undoubtedly a very foolish thing to do.

"This is?"

Bernard stared at the armor Randolph had taken off.

At that moment, the red mist clinging to the armor, like flames, vanished in just a few seconds.

"team leader"

Cassie supported Randolph with some concern.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a bizarre situation.

"What exactly is that red mist?"

"besides"

Cassie's gaze fell upon the beautiful figure within the red mist.

"Was that really an elf?"

Cassie's doubts are also the doubts of many knights.

Was that really an elf, and not a demon?

What kind of spirit knows such a strange move?

They had never even heard of this red mist before.

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"have no idea"

Bernard shook his head, his eyes sharp, as if deep in thought.

But he quickly made a decision.

"Everyone, take one step back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bernard decisively took out the Wind Fan, a rare item bestowed upon their knightly order by the emperor.

A palm-sized fan appeared from Bernard.

The moment the fan appeared, Cassie felt the air around him freeze instantly.

It was as if he were bowing down to the palm-sized fan before him.

The knights perked up instantly when they saw the wind fan in Bernard's hand.

You should know that this fan is so powerful that it can even move mountains and fill up the Dead Sea!

But isn't it too small?

Just as everyone was wondering, Bernard took a deep breath and gripped the seemingly ordinary fan tightly with both hands.

Then, he moved his lips slightly, as if he were chanting some incantation, while slowly channeling magic into the fan.

Nourished by magic, the fan began to change.

The originally small fan surface gradually expanded, as if it had been infused with life, and grew rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, a huge fan, two meters long, appeared before everyone's eyes.

A mysterious radiance flowed across the fan surface, as if it contained boundless power.

"Since we can't touch them, let's just blow them all away!"

Bernard stared intently at the red mist before him, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

He raised his fan high, facing the direction of the red mist, and shouted:

"The wind is blowing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fan began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind suddenly burst forth from the fan, carrying a destructive force that swept towards the red mist.

The wind was so strong that it seemed to change the very color of the sky and earth.

The trees swayed violently in the gale, their leaves rustling as if playing a prelude to the approaching storm.

A terrifying vortex swirled and danced around Bernard, like roaring dragons.

They gather on the fan, adding a touch of mystery and majesty to it.

Bernard gently fanned the air, and the gust of wind rushed out like a wild horse.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, a raging storm of winds violently attacked the red mist.

In the blink of an eye, the red mist was blown apart by the gale and disappeared without a trace.

Only the red lines dancing freely in the air remain as a reminder of the red mist's past existence.

And the figure above the red mist also came into their view.

In an instant, everyone held their breath.

He inwardly marveled at the unparalleled beauty of the elves, a beauty cherished by all.

The most beautiful clan, truly deserving of the title.

Her delicate features are like a work of art meticulously sculpted by a sculptor, with every line perfectly proportioned.

Her skin was as white as snow, radiating a faint glow;

Her snow-white hair swayed gently in the breeze, as light and pure as the first snow of winter.

Before he had ever seen an elf, Cassie was puzzled by the ancient practice of various races worshipping and capturing elves.

But upon seeing the elf before him...

He might be able to understand a little.

Such a beautiful creature, even just catching one and keeping it in a cage would be an extremely happy thing. (End of Chapter)