Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 392 The city gate is on fire
Suspicion hangs over every elf. Sword Saint Heth, who is responsible for supervising overseas colonies, is like a shark that smells blood. After whispering some news about the Demonic Order with Teclis, he hurriedly took the The soldiers left and plunged into the human-tangled neighborhoods again.

They do have the whereabouts of some local cults, and now it's time for these humans to contribute. Maybe they know what their masters are planning.

The heavily armed Asur pushed away the crowd arrogantly. Some foreign traders who were dissatisfied with the elves' domineering behavior were extinguished by the arrows of the sword master and the elves.

The messenger from the city hall loudly rebuked the elf's behavior outside the door and foolishly issued a threat of force.

"This is Kislev! Please tell us what happened. The Bojes of Erengrad will handle this matter properly and stop your actions! Otherwise, the Erengrad Shooting Army will use guns to declare our sovereignty!"

Special envoy Tarsis couldn't help but exchanged glances with the busy elf officials, and everyone saw the smiles and ridicule in each other's eyes.

It is not natural for humans to be afraid of elves.

They can sit back and watch humans engage in slave trade, or they can allow the locals to engage in criminal activities, but no elf wants to live in a city that is about to be invaded by demons.

"When we ruled this city, your ancestors were still playing in the mud in the cave!" The elf war leader who was giving orders coldly revealed the cruel fact to humans.

Of course Tarsis, the nominal master of the local area, would not arbitrarily conflict with human officials, which would lead to him being held accountable by the Phoenix King, but he was happy to see more straightforward elves make humans suffer, so that he would not have to condescend to fight with humans. Speak.

But he still had to have necessary communication with this short-sighted, backward-civilized person, which was only a little better than dealing with a dwarf.

"Of course, we respect your sovereignty. You can seek a document from your ruler regarding the high elves' declaration of autonomy in Erengrad, and you will get the answer from it.

Now, feel free to go back and report to your lord! The elves will solve everything. "

Tarsis looked condescendingly at the middle-aged human who was as thin as a boy compared to the elves. If it were an elf, he would definitely find a hidden threat in his eyes. Humans only noticed the undoubted aura of the elf. .

Of course, Tarsis has the confidence to challenge this city. It only needs five eagle ships, the elves' mage group and the enchanted ballistae to make the humans suffer and leave.

Lynch looked down at the poor man. This ignorant hot-blooded man was already trembling, but he still insisted on opening his mouth to refute.

Teclis gently comforted the envoy in a gentle but equally irrefutable tone:

"Just like His Highness Tarsis said, go back. If you need some information to report to the local lord, then I can tell you that our soldiers discovered the Chaos Order."

Of course, things are not as simple as Teclis described, but humans cannot understand information that is too obscure. This is enough for human envoys to communicate.

He bowed slightly to the Archmage in gratitude. The Master nodded to him and then ignored him, but continued to communicate with other scholars.

The envoy no longer persisted and turned around in embarrassment to join his escort. The carriage rushed towards the city hall as hastily as when it came.

No elves cared about their interactions. Elf scholars with degrees from the White Tower of Hos discussed in groups and put forward more than a dozen hypotheses, but no one was convinced. They were all waiting for the cold-blooded judgment.

Even though most elves believe that they are the first creation of the Old Saints and the legal successors of the Old Gods, they cannot deny the cold-blooded species' in-depth insights into the field of demons, as well as the profound knowledge and inheritance of the Ancient Saints they possess.

More and more discussants gathered, whether they were elf scholars who happened to be traveling here, or academic advisors and their apprentices in this colony, each elf was using his or her own way to glimpse the truth behind the fog. This is in vain. Lynch does not deny that they are all powerful mages compared to mortals. Any elf scholar, or archmage or magic swordsman, is a character that can be included in the epic in the human kingdom, but Compared to the "Supreme Warlock", mortal mages are not even ants.

"Stay alert! Fate is watching here with malicious intent."

The scholars who could understand the Lizardman language all fell silent, and other scholars also fell into unspeakable silence while recounting.

They all understood the hint, and every member of the ancient race knew who controlled and tampered with fate.

"Your Excellency, what can we do?" An elf magic swordsman who could tell he was old broke the silence.

"Protect your guiding stones, strengthen the anti-chaos magic network, and be wary of magic." Apart from that, they can't do anything. Lynch doesn't expect them. It's good that they can clean up the city.

Rykov curiously glanced at the elven soldiers hurriedly coming and going on the street with his peripheral vision, and for a moment he was undecided to tell his blood father that he did not dare to go out at this time.

Who knows why the elf suddenly went crazy?

Maybe the blind gangsters provoked these long ears, but Rykov didn't care. He wanted to go to night as soon as possible, return to the basement, and use the blood of the victims to seek the blood god's inspiration to identify tonight's victims.

When the elf soldiers on the street hurriedly escorted a group of disgraced street girls back along the original route, Rykov couldn't help but gloated.

He recognized several of the familiar faces. They were the lackeys of Slannis, the Lord of Joy.

Elves rarely do a good deed. These bitches often secretly embarrass the warriors of the Blood Order. Their existence is a blasphemy to the Blood God.

More importantly, Rykov was a victim. They forced Rykov to pray to unknown gods.

The secret snickering and ridicule continued until another group of elven soldiers passed by, dragging three or five strong men with their legs broken and their arms chopped off.

Rykov saw the "fierce" Lauren, a warrior who had been praised many times by his blood father and now only vented his anger.

He saw "Scarface" Lev again. This fierce man who killed eight outsiders in one night and used their heads to build a skull base was Rykov's role model. Now that Lev has lost his lower body, He was carried like a chicken by a tall elf soldier with one hand.

Fear and suspicion made Rykov unable to hold the wine glass in his hand. When the hardwood cup hit the table and the wine soaked his robe, he tremblingly regained his senses.

No one paid attention to his gaffe, and all the drunkards who noticed the chaos on the street couldn't look away.

Rykov's scalding blood cooled like ice in the depths of winter, and a thought popped out that he couldn't help but - he had to go find the blood father.

Lynch walked slowly on the streets of Erengrad Pier. He had to hold back his strength at all times, otherwise the wooden land of mankind would shatter into debris on the water.

(End of this chapter)