MTL - Vanguard of the Eternal Night-Chapter 77

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Ten years after the outbreak of the natural disaster.

The rainy season of this year came again, and half of the Elf Empire began to rain. The elves prayed and celebrated this, using their annual opportunities to spawn their forests and crops. Unlike humans, elves usually plant crops such as fruit trees, mushrooms, shrubs, and sometimes succulent vines.

In order to free up the storage space for the crops of the new year, last year's fruit was reduced in price and shipped to the rest.

For example, the kingdom of the dragon.

This year, the Dragon Caravan seems to be a little less. They wait outside the jungle and will not take a step before being allowed.

The jungle is the natural barrier of the elves, not a place that can be easily broken. Therefore, several guarded elves also seem to have no spirit.

They checked the goods and asked, "How do you wear a hood?"

"Sick." The Dragon Man said with no sincerity, picking up the sleeves of his companions and showing his arm to the elf. "You are too wet here, not good for scales. Many of us have skin diseases."

The elf showed a sinister expression of a flash, and waved his hand: "You can go in four people."

The dragon man drove the truck and a total of three people walked into the jungle path.

The elf suddenly felt alert and asked, "Wait a minute, who is the last one?"

"It's also a businessman, he..."

"Let him take off his hood!" the elf warned, and the companion behind him raised a short bow. Sensitive nature makes them smell a dangerous atmosphere.

The two sides confronted each other for a few seconds, and the mysterious man who walked in the end slowly took off his hood.

He is an elf, and his blood is noble, with a green eye that only 4% of the nobility can have. He said in classical Elvish: "I don't want to attract attention, I am sorry."

The elves put down the short bow and gave him a courtesy. Sorry to say: "Sorry, adults, we have the responsibility to check every influx of dragons..."

"What about non-龙人?"

"You can go in, adults."

The Dragonman's team is still driving slowly into the jungle, and everything seems to be just too sensitive to the elves.

In the team, the last mysterious elf gently stroked a bright red orb, whispering: "It still attracts attention. Do you want to stay?"

Beside him, another person’s voice came low: “Don’t stay.”

The mysterious elf put away the treasure beads, slowly took off the gloves, and sang in a gentle whisper.

In the distance, several elves are still whispering about the things just done.

Dark green spells spread silently to them, slowly infiltrating from the nose, making their clear eyes suddenly and turbid, and the bright green shines in the barley.

The souls of these elves slowly floated out of their bodies and came to the hands of the surgeon. His long, white fingers gradually became transparent and finally returned to a pair of white hand bones.

The undead warlock sighed softly: "A spell, the disguise will be broken, it is rare to pretend that the elf said. If I would be a small wind deformation, it would be fine."

His companion, the death knight, said: "You can let blush give you a 'changing sheep'."

"Director, you hate it, can you not lift the bar with me that day?"

“Can you grow to the junior high school level one day?”

The two undead are not in a hurry, and easily walk on the path of the jungle.

The dragon man asked with respect: "The two adults, our people are ready, can we start the action?"

"You are free." The warlock said casually, "The undead is not prepared... I represent the entire army by myself."

The dragon man bowed his head and slowly retreated into the darkness.

The warlock gently swayed his hands and awakened the dead people from the land, and the mist was filled with mist in the dense rain. The poison was scattered along the fog to the elves.

At this time, the death knight said: "When is the head of the team?"

"I miss him too. He said that it is not today, it is tomorrow." The warlock said.

"It is today." In the jungle, someone suddenly said.

The warlock showed a pleasant expression, and opened the dragon's keel dragon wing, flying over the past.

It was at this moment that they heard that the elves in the depths of the jungle blew the horns they had not used in ten years.

Symbolizes the horn of the invasion of the southern territory of the Elven Empire.

......

Three days later.

The first empire of the human race in the north, the king of the sacred priests.

"what did you say?!"

King Ryan Hart stood up in amazement and walked to the vast sand table, gazing at the territory of the elves.

"The Elf Empire was invaded by the joint invasion of the Dragon and the Undead?" the King asked, "The undead has been outside the White Gate barrier, our north. In addition to the White Gate barrier, only the endless mountains can go south. - How did they fly to the south of the Elf Empire? How did the Dragons reach an agreement with this undead?"

No one can answer his question, and his ministers whispered.

The elf standing under the order continued to say: "We have no ideas for the time being, and we are kneeling. But the King of Light has already issued a decree. Since there is no threat of undead outside the White Gate, our troops must call back from the White Gate to go to the real Fighting the front line of the undead. In addition, the people of the Tsering Council and the Nature Guardian Association..."

"The white door can't be disarmed! The undead outside the white door has not been reduced!" said the prime minister of the king. "There must be an illusion in the north and the south. It is a strategy to lure us to deploy troops."

"Then the undead realized that the white door barrier could not be broken, so managed to invade from the south..." said the elf.

"No, maybe both the North and the South are real forces." The King returned to his throne, and after a moment of indulgence, he suddenly said, "Let my court mage come back and recall the second leg of the patrol outside, we I have to fight."

After the imperial meeting, Ryan came to his armory to inspect and wear his armor.

It is well maintained and his combat capability is also.

The king who has just stepped into the prime of life is still in the rising stage of his personal strength. The career in the throne in the past ten years has made him more stable and deep, and it is difficult to see through and difficult to refuse.

He also knows that he is about to enter the peak, so he intends to keep exercising.

Now he took the sword and walked indoors for a few steps. He felt the excitement that he had not seen for many years. He said to himself: "A new war... broke out in the south of the elf empire? How did the saints do it? Is it transmitted? Is it still a force to cultivate in the South in the early morning?... No, the Arcanists can't have such a big omission."

He reached for a shot and inserted the sword accurately into the scabbard on the wall.

Suddenly, he turned back and said, "Senasha?"

From behind the wall, the sound of the sound came out is the little prince of the human empire, Sennasha.

The little red curly hair is very unfortunately sticking to the white face of the day. A pair of natural cocked lips have a pair of small tiger teeth looming, and the dark golden eyes always carry the childlikeness of the world... ...a little evil.

Compared to his brother, this year's ten-year-old Sennasha seems to be stunted a lot. He hasn't started climbing yet, and he can only go to Ryan's waist. It seems that he always has a little shake.

Now he took this step and walked over to Ryan. He looked up and said, "Father, I heard that the Elf Empire was invaded."

Ryan’s treatment of the younger son is always mild, he said: “This is the case.”

"Who do we help?" The little prince glared at his lips and said after licking the little tiger teeth, "You have always wanted the craft of the elf forging. We have to help the elves and then beg them a debt. Or do you help the dragons fight the elves, and they have to sign a peace agreement?"

Ryan picked up his eyebrows and said: "I haven't decided yet. Let's talk about it, my smart little prince, if your proposal is good, I can let you participate in the military this year."

Sennasha’s eyes lit up slightly. He thought his forefinger in his mouth and thought hard, like a child asking for candy. Finally, he said innocently: "Do we help the undead?"

The smile of the king is slightly stagnation.

His little prince happily proposed: "Let the elves and the dragons fight, and when the number of deaths and injuries reaches the expected level, we will switch to the undead. Then the elves will fight against the undead in the north and the dragons in the south. There is no way to fight the two lines. Then we will come for help - we will sign an agreement with the elves, and the half of the city that we brought back from the undead will be returned to us. After the beating, our territory will be able to move south again, and the elf empire will have to Thank you!"

- Open the white door, let the undead enter the customs, use more casualties, in exchange for greater results.

Ryan looked at him for a moment and suddenly laughed again, licking his soft red hair and said: "Although the process is ideal, it is a good proposal."

Sennasha asked excitedly: "Can I participate in the military discussion?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

The little prince screamed, and happily kissed him on the side of his father's side, cheering and jumping.

When Ryan put away his armor and handed it to the guard, he suddenly thought of his big prince.

Unlike his brother Sennasha, the great prince Yadnis is a very typical human appearance, linen hair and eyes. He doesn't have the extraordinary beauty that Xenasha feels gratifying at first sight, and there are no unforgettable features. He just follows his father's deafness and learns a fairly calm style.

When the news of the elf empire came, what Adonis said to his father was: "What if the elf wants to withdraw from the White Gate, what should the undead do? Father, I am worried, if our families are constantly fighting, If the internal friction is used, how can the undead be contained?"