The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

"No!" She turned her head away from Caesar's big tongue and said angrily:

"You must keep your promise, otherwise I will never give it to you even if I die!"

However, Caesar didn't care about that. The neck in front of him was slender and beautiful, like a noble swan. Since he couldn't kiss it, he hugged her neck and bit it. He did this for a long time until Cersei's whole body became weak, then he let go.

Just when Cersei thought Caesar was about to do something.

But the other party simply let her go, leaving her to roll stupidly on the straw mat with her limbs spread out helplessly.

"Hey?"

Miss Elf's face was full of confusion.

Caesar's lips curled up into a playful smile.

As a demon who controls the bull with his brain, he will not be blinded by desire.

Miss Elf's desire was equally strong, especially after he transformed her with that skill.

Miss Elf must want it very much now, and the more she wants it, the calmer he becomes.

"Let's go, I'm going to fulfill my promise now."

He reached out and pulled up the stunned Cecilia, took out a set of clothes and threw it on her.

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to the shocked elf lady, turned around and walked out of the cave decisively.

Chapter 101: Don’t you want to reminisce about the past?

The Blood Feather Tribe obeyed Quinhagen's orders, but the chief of the Broken Bones Tribe thought Quinhagen was too arrogant. Although the Broken Bones Tribe was a subordinate tribe, it had always followed the rules for so many years. The Broken Bones would always follow the head of the Wildblood family, but Ted Wildblood was not dead yet, so the matter could not be concluded.

So Quinhagen went straight to the chief of the Bonebreaker Tribe and helped the elderly werewolf chief to make a choice with his actions - he chopped off the heads of the werewolf chief and his eldest son with a sword and hung them at the gate of the tribe, and let the chief's second son succeed to the position of chief.

The Bonebreaker Tribe surrendered, and all the young and strong gnolls came out in droves, following Quinhagen to support Thor Talion who was trapped in the banyan forest near the town of Bona.

Now, this demon army, which is a mixture of goblins, gnolls, harpies and lion demons, has crossed the Dark Rift and arrived near Moonlight Lake, and continues to move eastward.

The elves who encountered this army on the road retreated.

The drow elves belong to the demon camp due to their lawful evil characteristics, but they do not belong to the same system as Quinhagen. They belong to the Spider Queen of the Underdark and are natives of the Underdark. The high elves and the moon elves are lawful neutral and have no good feelings towards demons and humans. Moreover, both demons and humans capture elves as slaves, so when encountering small groups of humans and demons, the elves will generally launch an attack.

The actions of a legion like Quinhagen's are another matter. The elves choose to retreat unless Quinhagen shows hostility towards the elves.

At this time, Caesar and Cersei were also near Moonlight Lake.

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"One thousand three-leaf frost flowers, more than thirty spirit spring flowers, and some other types of herbs... These should be enough for you, the Star-Moon Elves' vanguard, to survive the attacks by the drow elves before winter."

Two goblins were pulling a cart filled with collected herbs. However, since they were placed there by goblins, there was naturally no aesthetic appeal and it was just a mess.

Caesar simply counted the number and his eyes fell on the elf lady.

She still hasn't recovered from Caesar's sudden stop of teasing.

"Hmph... Well, you kept your promise."

Cersinati pushed the silver hair on her cheeks behind her ears, lowered her head, bit her red lips lightly, and turned her face away to avoid Caesar's fiery gaze. The blush on her pretty face was the charm that had not yet dissipated. Her body seemed to be on fire, and an unbearable heat spread throughout her body.

Caesar pretended not to notice the elf lady's resentment. If he went further, he would reach the territory of the Star-Moon Elves. If he was discovered by the Star-Moon Elves, he would surely be attacked by them.

Herbs can only be delivered here.

"What are you going to do next?"

Caesar looked at Cersinati. He was not afraid that Cersinati would run away, but he was curious about how she would notify the elves of the same race to come and get the medicine.

Cersei rolled his eyes at Caesar and held out his hand: "Give it to me!"

"what?"

"Space ring!"

Caesar returned the space ring to the elf lady, only to see her take out an exquisite bagpipe from it. He had seen this flute before, but he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was the one that Cersinati usually played for fun.

"This is called the Law Flute, and it's an enchanted item."

Seeing Caesar's curious face, Cecilia picked up the bagpipe and tapped his chest, threatening him maliciously: "This flute can transmit information, which is more secretive than magic communication. As long as I blow the flute, the entire Star Moon Elves will come to rescue me. What do you think? Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid." Caesar said expressionlessly.

He even stretched out his hand to pinch Cecilia, sneering: "It's a good opportunity to let your people see their friends being pinned to the ground and humiliated by the demons."

"You..." Cecilia's breathing paused.

She could tell from Caesar's serious look...he really intended to do this!

This bastard!

The elf lady bit her red lips and clenched her fists, wishing she could punch Caesar in the face, but unfortunately she couldn't reach him. However, she really had no intention of asking her tribe members for help. Compared to returning to the tribe, it was more difficult for her to accept the strange looks of her tribe members and Villers' questioning.

She is no longer pure.

This cannot be concealed at all.

The delicate fingers slid down weakly and touched the lower abdomen.

Only Cesine and Caesar knew that beneath the thin layer of silk cloth was a hideous black goat-horned demon tattoo, and not the moon ring that symbolized the star and moon elves.

This tattoo marks that her first time was taken by a demon...

All elves have this characteristic, and it can be considered a kind of interest between elven couples, but for Cesineti and Villers, this tattoo does not seem to be interesting.

"Hmph...you wish. I won't let you succeed!" Cersinati had no way to deal with Caesar's unreasonableness. She could only mutter something and pick up the flute to play.

The melodious flute sound seemed to have magical power, lingering in the woods and being carried far away by the breeze.

In less than a minute, she put away the flute, looked up at Caesar and said:

"Everyone has been notified. Just find a place to hide. I will watch them take away the herbs with my own eyes."

"Why don't you go and reminisce with your fellow tribesmen? Are you so cruel to abandon your husband? You are such a cruel elf~"

Caesar's words made the elf lady's pretty face turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye. She looked at Caesar with anger in her eyes, "Isn't it because of you, a bastard, that I became like this? Don't I want to return to my tribe?" As she spoke, she began to sob, and big tears rolled down her eyes.

Looking at the tearful elf lady, Caesar felt a little guilty for no reason.

Of course only a little.

This sense of guilt made him gently take Cecilia's hand and pull her into his arms, lifting her up: "If you don't leave now, your people will come, right?"

The soft and sweet body in my arms trembled slightly.

Miss Elf said nothing and did not resist.

Caesar took her and retreated to the bushes in the distance, quietly waiting for the Star-Moon Elves.

After a while, a clear whistle was heard from the woods.

It was like a wild beast was running through the forest. As the treetops swayed, several slender figures appeared in front of a cart where herbs were placed. On the cart was a letter, which Cersinati had left for them. The leading Star-Moon Elf picked up the letter and glanced at it, his expression gradually becoming strange.

These herbs were sent by Cecilia.

But Cecilia had no intention of returning to her tribe.

The last sentence in the letter was: The world is so big and she wants to go out and see it.

As for what Villers should do...

According to Cesine's letter, Villers was asked to find a new partner and the engagement was annulled.

"Captain Villers will go crazy if this letter is taken back."

The Star-Moon Elf shook his head helplessly and sighed:

"I really don't know what Cecilia is doing."

Chapter 102: Was it an accidental injury?

"And the herbs on this cart are arranged too messily, aren't they? This is not Cersinati's style at all!"

"Forget it, forget it. Cecilia may be in a hurry, so she doesn't have time to classify."

Hearing the comments from her tribesmen, Cecilia couldn't help but blush.

The Star-Moon Elves are a typical obsessive-compulsive race.

They are similar to tree elves in that they are perfectionists.

Even on the battlefield, they will try their best to strike an elegant posture at the moment of death. This is why it is rare to find elves with miserable deaths on the battlefields of elves and other races.

Sometimes, when the elves feel that they might not die gracefully enough, they will self-destruct or self-ignite. As long as they blow themselves into pieces and burn themselves to ashes, there will be no question of elegance or ungracefulness.

"You elves have pretty high standards."

Caesar curled his lips in disdain.

Paying attention to these details in peacetime is called elegance, but now that the continent is in turmoil, the elves are still holding on to these useless details, which is stupidity.

"Let's go back."

Cersinati took a last look in the direction of Moonlight Lake.

Her eyes were complicated, showing nostalgia and reluctance, sadness and hesitation, but more of a sense of relief and ease after finally letting go of the stone in her heart.

After this farewell, she and the Star-Moon Elves will probably never meet again.

Fortunately, she has no family to miss, so she is pretty free.

at this time--

"Hey, elf!"

A rough roar sounded from the other side of the forest.

Cersinati stopped and turned around, thinking someone was calling her, but she saw a group of gnolls parting the bushes and showing off their figures carelessly.

Gnolls are generally second-level monsters.

The elite units among them can reach the peak of the second level, and the strength of the tribal leaders is above the third level. They are one of the core arms of the demon race that is above cannon fodder. They are a group of guys who are physically strong, brave and good at fighting, with cruel and cunning personalities. The only factor that limits them from becoming middle and high-level demons is magic.

Gnolls do not know magic.

It is also impossible to produce spellcasting units like Shamans like Goblins.

"Elf, we in the Bonebreaker tribe are interested in your herbs. Leave them here and get out!"

The leading gnoll was covered in black fur and wore standard leather armor. He held an axe that looked quite new in his hand. He was nearly two meters tall, a head taller than the Star-Moon Elf. His ferocious eyes reflected blood and gave off a very oppressive feeling.

The individual strength of the Star-Moon Elves is stronger than that of the Gnolls.

But there are only four of them.

As they stood back to back, gritting their teeth and taking a alert stance.

A dozen or so Jackals have surrounded them.

"The Bonebreaker Tribe of Hot Wind Highlands?" The four Star-Moon Elves looked solemn. They took out longbows from their backs, pulled the bowstrings to full length and aimed at the elite gnolls. As long as the opponents made any unusual movements, the arrows in their hands would go straight to their throats.

"Since you know our identities, put down the drugs and get out of here!"

The elite gnoll ignored the arrows aimed at him, but did not approach any closer.

"Want this batch of herbs? See if you can get them alive!"

Even in critical situations, the elves still hold their chins high with pride.

Perhaps they would be killed by these gnolls.

But there is no way they would offer these life-saving herbs without dignity.

Besides, jackals are cunning by nature, so it is inevitable that they will demolish the bridge after crossing the river.

A negotiation was aborted before it even started because of the tough attitudes of both sides.

The Star-Moon Elves need herbs to go back and heal their injured tribesmen.

The gnolls need these herbs to supplement the legion's logistics, and they can also apply for military merit.

The two groups of people refused to give in to each other and the atmosphere was tense.

The only difference is who will make the first move.

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