The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

"once."

"Are you kidding me?" Caesar curled his lips.

At this moment, he and Cersinati were still in the bushes where they had hidden before, but now the elf lady's pretty face was flushed, and she was bargaining with him anxiously.

"Three times, no more!"

"Five times." Caesar said expressionlessly.

"Four times, four times at most!" Miss Elf gritted her teeth and made a huge concession.

"Ten times!" Caesar supported his chin with one hand, looking calm and composed, but the elf lady in front of him was like an ant on hot pan.

"You, you bastard!" Seshinati was furious, her eyes turned red.

ten times?

This demon wants her to die!

Caesar ignored the weeping elf lady, crossed his arms, and said with a smile: "Just ten times, go back and serve me ten times, and I will go to help your people deal with those gnolls now. By the way, I remind you that if you continue to dawdle, they will start fighting. To put it bluntly, with 18 well-trained gnolls, none of your people will survive. At most, you can kill half of them as scapegoats."

"Ten times is really too much..."

Cecilia made a bitter face and pleaded, "Can you do it in installments? You need two hours each time, and each time is longer than the last. If you do it ten times in a row, even a giant dragon can't stand it."

"The dragon can handle it." Caesar retorted seriously, "If you don't believe me, I'll catch a female dragon and show you how to do it one day."

Cecilia: "..."

At this time, the werewolf raised his head and roared, sending a signal for an attack. Cersinati trembled all over, and felt her blood curdling. She quickly agreed to Caesar's request, and Caesar did not hesitate and rushed out with a battle axe.

"Finally found you..."

"Despicable elf bandit, die!"

The demon who showed up halfway roared passionately.

The four Star-Moon Elves felt even more despair.

The jackals were confused at first, but were soon relieved. Looking at the messy appearance of the herbs on the cart, it was obviously not placed there by the elves. It was very likely that the herbs on the cart belonged to the demons, and now the demons had come to their doorstep.

They are all demons, so they naturally don’t mind having more helpers, so they are not very vigilant towards Caesar. Caesar took advantage of this and successfully approached the elite werewolves.

The Axe of Destruction was raised high, wrapped in a whirlwind and chopped down at an elf with great force. The elf was so scared that his face turned pale and he closed his eyes unwillingly, but his face was covered with blood. He opened his eyes in surprise, only to see that the demon's axe had actually chopped off the neck of the elite werewolf.

The elite hyena covered his neck with his hands, blood gushing out like a fountain. He opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, staggered two steps, and fell to the ground with a thump. His legs twitched and he became motionless.

This scene not only made the gnolls dumbfounded.

The four Star-Moon Elves were also stunned.

Cersinati, who was hiding in the bushes, slowly lowered the longbow in her hand.

When she heard Caesar's roar just now, she thought Caesar was going to help the gnolls kill all the elves. She was ready to take out her longbow and fight Caesar to the death, but suddenly such a reversal happened.

Was it an accidental injury?

The Star and Moon Elves all had the same thought in their minds.

Then they saw the demon took advantage of the jackal's distraction and chopped off two more wolf heads with his axe.

Chapter 103: There's no going back

Caesar rushed into the ranks of the jackals like a wolf charging into a flock of sheep. Relying on his strong body and heavy armor, he charged recklessly among the jackals. Although the standard weapons of the jackals were of good quality, they could only leave white marks on his armor.

But within a few breaths, several more gnolls were lying in a pool of blood.

"This demon is the elves' reinforcements! Surround him!"

Another elite gnoll gave the order, but with the shrill whistling of arrows, the gnolls behind him fell in a pool of blood, holding their necks. Seeing that the situation was not good, the elite gnoll and the remaining few gnolls looked at Caesar viciously, turned around and ran away.

Caesar didn't chase him either.

This is the hatred between Scorchwind Highlands and the Star-Moon Elves.

At most, he was considered as a reinforcement of the Star-Moon Elves, and the war would not affect him for the time being.

Unknowingly, I have caused trouble for Quinhagen again.

really not bad.

"Well, Mr. Orc, thank you for your help. Fortunately, you showed up in time, otherwise we would have been dead."

Caesar turned and looked at the spirit who had spoken.

These four elves looked very awkward, with faces full of embarrassment. As lawful neutral Star and Moon elves, politeness is engraved in their bones, but they can't change their arrogant character, especially looking down on orcs like demons.

Now Caesar saved their lives.

Their hearts were almost twisted into a ball.

"Don't worry about it. Your captain, Mr. Villers, and I are old friends. Hehehe! Thank you for his gift!" Caesar shook the blood off the battle axe, squatted down and searched the body of the werewolf.

"You, you are a friend of Captain Villers?"

The Star-Moon Elves looked at each other, about to ask something, but Caesar said, "Can you help me take off the armor of these gnolls? Oh, and that cart. You took the herbs, so this cart should be useless, right? It's just the right place to carry the armor."

Such a familiar orc...

The elves were a little speechless, but in order to repay the life-saving grace, they still covered their mouths and noses to help Caesar clean up the battlefield. They also freed up the cart to load him with armor, and even spontaneously dug a deep pit to bury the bodies of the werewolves.

"You are such a warm-hearted bunch of elves. See you again if we are lucky enough!"

The demon left with a cart full of weapons and armor, looking very pleased.

But the elves couldn't recover for a long time.

Returning to the outpost in front of Moonlight Lake, the Star-Moon Elves reported to Villers what had happened before.

"Friends? Gifts?"

Villers looked confused.

It is true that elves have a long lifespan, but that does not mean they have a bad memory.

He didn't remember ever making friends with any orcs.

It is extremely rude for an elegant elf to make friends with the dirty and barbaric orcs. His fellow tribesmen would laugh at him if they knew about this, not to mention giving so-called gifts to the orcs.

"Is that true?"

"Really." The Star-Moon Elf said solemnly, "The orc clearly said your name, otherwise he would not have been able to help us... Oh, and here is this letter, which was left for you by Miss Cersinati."

Villers took the letter in confusion, and his face became even uglier after reading it.

"What do you mean by cancelling the engagement? Can it be canceled just like that?!"

Everything was normal when Cersinati left the tribe.

The Star-Moon Elf captain clenched his fists, full of confusion.

He and Cersei grew up together and knew her very well.

She was an almost perfect wife. There was nothing wrong with her either in combat or in life. They had a very good relationship. The only thing that was not very compatible was that he had never been very interested in intimacy between men and women.

He is still young and should spend his time improving himself and protecting his clan's land.

Most male elves of his age thought the same.

But Cersinati yearns for intimacy between men and women, such as holding hands, hugging, and kissing.

I have made various requests to him, but he has politely declined.

It's not that he doesn't like Cecilia, he just feels a little awkward about her.

Isn't it disgusting to see the intertwining of lips and tongues, the lingering love, and the eating of each other's saliva described in the bard's storybooks? He couldn't accept it.

Spiritual love between elves is a very common phenomenon.

He felt that Cersinati would understand one day.

But he never thought that when he went out to pick herbs, his wife would be killed.

And you also say, 'The world is so big, I want to go and see it'. Does this mean you are planning to fly far away and never return to the tribe!

Villers was in a panic and had long forgotten about his orc friends and gifts.

"Did you see Cersinati when the herbs were delivered?"

"No." The elves shook their heads. "Miss Cersinati left after blowing the message flute, and she seemed to be in a hurry. The herbs on the cart were all in a mess."

"Leaving in a hurry?" Villers widened his eyes.

Has Cersinati demanded him to this extent?

Is it because he doesn't want to be intimate with Cersei?

Is it really necessary to leave the tribe forever just for this?

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his hands were clenched together so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"No, I have to find Cecilia!"

Villers took out the flute from the space ring and blew a rhythm into the forest breeze.

If Cersinati still has him in her heart, she will definitely respond when she hears the sound of the flute. Then he will follow the sound of the flute to find Cersinati and ask her clearly. If Cersinati has a grudge against him because of the intimacy between men and women, he can also endure the awkwardness and disgust and give in.

……

"Ten times, don't forget ten times~"

Cecilia bit her red lips and rolled her eyes.

Caesar had mentioned it four or five times along the way.

Thinking about the ten exciting battles she would have when she returned, her legs couldn't help but feel weak, but her body felt inexplicably hot, as if she was looking forward to what was about to happen.

Ten times...

Even if Caesar speeds up the disarmament process, it will still take a day and a night, right?

No, she wasn't expecting that!

Cersei lowered her head and followed Caesar closely, her pretty face flushed.

Just then a flute sound was heard.

Caesar and Cersei stopped when they heard the flute.

The elf lady closed her eyes and listened attentively. After a while, the sound of the flute faded away, and she opened her eyes with a complicated expression.

"Your husband is calling you?"

Caesar looked at Cersinati with interest, wanting to see how she would react. Although he could not hear the message conveyed by the flute, there was nothing else to tell.

"Let's go."

Cecilia did not answer Caesar's question.

Instead of taking out the flute, he threw the space ring containing the flute to Caesar.

“…There’s no going back.”

The sad tone was mixed with sighs that broke in the wind.

The elf lady lowered her head, walked past Caesar and into the dark forest ahead.

Chapter 104: Don’t Want to Respond

There was no flute response.

Villers looked at the woods in the distance with a pale face, as if he could see Cesinetti's resolute back through the woods. She was determined to leave him and would not give him any chance at all.

"I, I have to find Cecilia!"

The elf captain repeated it blankly, as if to reaffirm his belief.

"Captain, the drow may attack at any time. The outpost needs your command!"

"Yes, Captain! What will we do if you leave?"

The words of the elves around him woke Villers up.

Yeah, what if he left the outpost?