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"How long have you been up there?"

"Not long." Irene spoke briefly, swinging her legs in thought. "About half an hour before you rolled over and stretched, I was sitting here."

"........" Did you say that on purpose? ?

Are all you moon elves so silent and sharp-tongued? ?

"Ahem." Fate stood up quickly, as if talking to himself. "I was just feeling whether the soil in the elf land is really as soft as the rumors say."

"Oh." Irene answered without any expression, as if she had no idea how to answer, but it would seem a little impolite if she didn't answer like that.

Not caring about what Fate was thinking, when she saw the tent moving, Irene knew that Ceres had woken up. She nimbly jumped down from the treetop, came to the tent, and helped Ceres out.

"Miss, are you okay?" Irene knew that Ceres's mental state had been very bad recently, and her internal friction was quite serious, getting worse day by day.

Although the physical fitness of elves would not allow them to suffer from any serious diseases, our young lady is very special. If she suffers from any mental illness, the entire elf race will be in big trouble.

This is also why the old guys above made an exception and allowed him to take her out to relax.

"I'm fine." Ceres shook her head. No matter who asked her, she would say she was fine, but only she knew whether she was okay or not.

Although nothing can be seen on the surface, only people who are close to her can notice that her face is becoming more and more haggard, just like the tender green leaves gradually turning yellow and finally withering.

Now that winter was approaching, Irene felt that Ceres was like the branches in the forest that were about to wither and had only a few leaves left. Her vitality was about to be exhausted.

Elves have a long lifespan and their bodies never age. However, as emotional beings, elves are more susceptible to mental illness than humans. Once they develop such an illness, they will become "sick" and unable to recover. In severe cases, their lives may even be in danger.

Dying of a broken heart is just an exaggerated idiom in the eyes of humans, but it is a completely possible thing for elves.

Irene was worried that Ceres would not survive. No matter how beautiful the scenery was, it seemed that it could not heal her broken heart.

"Your young lady doesn't look well. Is she sick?" Fate walked over and asked.

"Well, I guess so." Irene supported Ceres. "But it's probably not the kind of 'sickness' that you humans understand."

"This kind of disease cannot be cured as simply as taking medicine."

"Is it a heart disease?" Fate pondered. After all, elves can only get a few diseases, and heart diseases account for the vast majority.

"Yes."

"Since it's a mental illness, it can only be diluted slowly over time." Fate didn't know these two people, nor did he know what kind of mental illness this golden elf lady had or when she got the disease. Naturally, he didn't know how to treat it.

But this golden elf lady is a nice and kind person, and Fate doesn't want such a good child to suffer mental torture all day long and be unable to reconcile with herself.

"I'm afraid that time can't erase this." Irene shook her head. "This is something that I will never forget no matter how many years pass."

What elves lack the least is time. Using time to dilute sorrow may be effective for humans, but it has little effect on elves.

"So, in addition to visiting the land of the snow elves, this lady came out to relax?" Fate guessed.

"Yes." But the effect of relaxing the mind was minimal.

"The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it." Irene said with a sense of meaning.

So this Miss Ceres was indeed hurt by love?

I can't tell.

Fate looked at Ceres with some surprise. He didn't know which man was so blind as to have the heart to hurt such a beautiful golden elf girl.

"In that case, try to get that person to mediate?"

"I can't find him anymore." Irene sighed. "That person is no longer alive."

"..............." This is really a tortuous and bizarre story. If you don't understand it, just listening to it will give you a feeling of being in trouble.

Fate didn't say anything more. As a virgin who had never been in a relationship, he had no say in this matter. He walked to the lake, washed up, and then started to eat his cake.

The local elf flatbread has a sweet and fragrant taste, which should be due to the addition of fennel juice. The taste and texture are good, but it is too plain.

While he was having breakfast, Irene helped Ceres back to the tent and seemed to be changing her clothes.

Not long after, Ceres, neatly dressed, came out of the tent, leaning on a jeweled staff. Although she still looked melancholy, her complexion had improved a little.

Celeste wore the same clothes as last night and did not change her clothes.

This is not because elves don't like cleanliness, but because the elves' bodies are difficult to get dirty. Except for underwear, they rarely need to change clothes. Of course, even so, there are still many elves who need to change clothes every day.

She wore a silk white wizard dress with a dark blue shawl, a black eye mask, and a pair of white socks that exposed her jade toes.

Don’t doubt whether the soles of elves’ feet will get dirty if they walk barefoot, because elves are magical creatures.

After crossing the forest in front, you will reach the living settlement of the snow elves. There are still two elves leading the way in front, and Fate following slowly behind.

Anyway, he had food and drink, so he was not in a hurry and it didn't matter if he traveled slowly.

What made Fate feel a little strange was that Irene, who was walking in front, seemed a little alert.

This made Fate a little confused. This was already the area of ​​the Elf Forest. Who could be so capable as to enter the Elf Forest without a certificate and not get lost? He was afraid that he would be sent back by Mother Earth as soon as he stepped in.

Is he on guard against himself?

Fate was somewhat speechless. He had no weapons with him. If he wanted to take action, couldn't he have attacked them last night while they were sleeping? Did he have to wait until now when they were both energetic and alert?

Of course, Fate would not say these words. If the opponent is defending against him, he will just defend against him. It is not the first time that he has been treated as a thief by the elves.

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"Swoosh!" The sound of the arrow leaving the bow came suddenly along with the sound of breaking wind. Irene was quick-eyed and quick-handed. She drew her long sword and split the arrow in half with one stroke.

Ah? ?

Fate was stunned for a moment, then looked around.

Who shot this arrow?

While Fate was still confused about what was going on, Irene had already taken the elven longbow from her back and pulled out an arrow with her bare hands. In Fate's sight, Irene didn't even have to aim before the arrow was shot out with force as fast as wind and lightning.

"Puchi!" A sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh came from the haystack in the distance. A figure fell from the haystack, and the arrow accurately pierced the assassin's throat.

Fate was shocked.

Is it true that you can encounter a thief?

No, we are already inside the Elf Forest, how could bandits break in?

Is it because it's not deep enough?

Doesn't make sense?

"Mr. Fate, are you in league with these thieves?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't even know what happened, okay??"

"Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Aren't you afraid of getting hit by stray arrows?" Irene rolled her eyes at Fate.

"I..." Without waiting for Fate to answer, he lowered his head when sensing danger, and an arrow flew past his scalp almost.

"Not a bad reaction." Irene raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about? Do you think I should be nailed to that arrow?" Fate complained.

"What is going on? Isn't this the Elf Forest? How come there are assassins? Could it be that there are assassins among your peace-loving elves?"

"Look carefully, these assassins are not elves at all, but humans."

"You must be joking. How did humans get into the Elf Forest? Don't tell me they all have golden leaves."

“….” Irene was silent for a moment.

Now was not the time to talk about this. Irene drew her bow again. Three arrows were put on the bowstring and shot out, accurately taking the lives of the three assassins.

This is not related to you, right?

Even though he knew very well how terrifying and tricky the elves' archery skills were, Fate still couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The arrow was like opening a lock. Three arrows were nocked at the same time. Without even aiming, he released the bowstring and accurately captured the three men in black between their brows, sending them to hell.

The word "masterful" cannot describe this skill.

This elf named Irene is no simple person. Her attainments in archery alone are far ahead of most elven rangers. Her background is definitely extraordinary.

Facing the attack, the other elf lady's reaction was very slow. After realizing that she was attacked, Miss Ceres trembled like a frightened bird, along with her pair of big fruits.

He then grasped the staff tightly, as if he wanted to cast magic, but after brewing for a long time, Fate didn't see any magic. At most, he could sense that the other party was indeed gathering magic power.

Some people appear to be busy but actually do nothing.

While Ceres was holding the staff and doing something unknown, Irene had already knocked down several men in black who rushed up.

"Let's go!" Irene shouted to Fate, then squatted down, picked up the panicked Princess Ceres, and quickly evacuated forward.

Seeing this, Fate hurriedly ran to catch up.

In fact, he felt that he did not need to be so anxious. After the previous attack attempts, Fate almost figured out that the target of these men in black was not him, but the two elf ladies.

This is trouble.

If it is an indiscriminate attack, it can be understood as bad luck, like encountering a highway robber, but if the opponent's attack is quite purposeful, then there is a high possibility that they are well prepared.

They were targeting the two elves from the Sage City. As for him? He was just a small shrimp outside the plan, so they let him go.

"Miss Irene! The situation may be serious, you'd better walk slower!" Even with a burden, the elf's speed in the forest was faster than flying. In just a few breaths, Fate could no longer see Irene, so he shouted hurriedly.

"If you run away with Miss Ceres like this, we'll be out of touch!" Fate's voice received no response. He looked back and found that the black shadow chasing him had disappeared.

Did you feel that chasing elves in the forest was unrealistic and gave up?

Fate's intuition told him that it was unlikely.

"Boom boom!" There was a sudden commotion in front, and the heat wave almost knocked Fate upside down.

I interpreted your dream, how come you even included magic? ? Judging from the scale, it must be at least medium-sized magic.

Can ordinary bandits use magic? That's definitely impossible. Would a noble with bloodline hang out with these insignificant and hated rats?

Even magicians are equipped with it. This group of shadowy figures are most likely a secret army special forces of a certain country or large organization. In any case, they cannot be ordinary thieves and bandits.

So the question is, how did this group of troops sneak into the Elf Forest without anyone noticing? And how did we know their whereabouts?

Fate quickened his pace.

Those shadowy figures had already rushed in front of him to block him without his knowledge. Both Irene and the shadowy figures were much faster than him.

"Crack!" A surge of magic energy appeared, and Fate quickly lowered his head. A rain of lightning arrows flashed in the sky.

This should be the magic of Miss Irene. It seems that a conflict has broken out and the two sides have started exchanging fire.

This is different from a small fight. Both sides have magicians, so it will be a magic showdown.

The traces of magic explosions along the way served as signposts for Fate. By the time Fate arrived at the scene, the situation had already entered a white-hot stage.

There were countless corpses of men in black on the ground, almost all of them had been blown beyond recognition by magic.

The strength of this Miss Irene really should not be underestimated.

Fate couldn't help but sigh.

"......It's really a huge investment." Fate activated his fox sense of smell a little and frowned slightly.

There were at least a hundred scents of magic in the scene, mixed together to the point that it made his nose feel uncomfortable.

It's like hundreds of balls of wool of different colors tangled together. You can't tell which strand is which. It's just a mess.

The flavor of magic flowing in the body of every awakened person in the world is different, just like there are absolutely no two snowflakes in the world that are exactly the same.

This means that the shadowy figures that attacked them were all awakened ones, and regardless of their quality, they were all magicians with bloodlines.

What kind of force could form a troop composed entirely of magicians? I'm afraid only the most elite knights of the empire could have such a full complement, but even in the Imperial Knights, there were still many masters who used mind spells as their main fighting method.

Looking at the awakened people lying dead on the ground, Fate himself felt sorry for the people who formed this legion.

These dead things are non-renewable resources.

But then again, it's a good idea to raise troops for a thousand days and only use them for a moment. If you continue to lie dormant and hesitate, you will only miss the opportunity. When you see the right opportunity, you should act in time.

The capture of two holy elves from the Sage City shows that the identities of these two elves are very extraordinary, which is why the other party had to pay such a lavish price.

Not far ahead, Miss Irene seemed to have fought with these dark shadows for more than a dozen rounds.

She was like a nimble silver wind, with her pure silver moon-like hair swaying in the wind, painting in the air with blood.

The dark shadow warriors were unable to do anything to this highly skilled Moon Elf for a while, while a group of awakened ones could only fight the girl on equal terms.

"That's amazing." Seeing this scene, Fate secretly smacked his lips in amazement.

These are all awakened ones. They are different from the rats he had dealt with in the past. Any one of them must be a magician.