Human account is forced to full level

"Oh, I remember who you are!"

Under the puzzled eyes of the three of Raia looking at each other, Jiafan said something that made their faces change instantly with a faint smile.

"You are the 'Three Demon Eyes'. That guy Yejian once mentioned you to me, and he also emphatically told me about your various nicknames at that time."

"The False Raia, the Desperate Werther, and the Hateful Fa..."

It stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation.

Because a soft little hand blocked Gavan's mouth.

"Guest, uncovering other people's black history..."

Because he jumped down from the canopy in a hurry, Fana, whose hairstyle was a little messed up, looked at the man in front of him, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

She sneered with a half-hearted smile.

"You will be surrounded by a group of people and beaten."

Chapter 270: The Leading Party

Over the forest of Eleucia.

A figure wrapped in the light beam passed by at a high speed.

Its simple movement speed is so fast that it is almost like a teleportation, and even makes him have to pause for a while every time he advances, so as to confirm whether he is driving in the wrong direction.

And in the end, Batley stopped in the sky above a certain forest where the vegetation became unusually prosperous for some reason.

He looked down solemnly. Although his sight was blocked by the dense tree canopy, he could still tell his three closest clansmen and companions, as well as a strange and powerful aura.

"Raia, Werther, Fana, are you alright...are you?"

The four present turned their heads in unison, and all saw a handsome elf with a single ponytail, and a dark left eye, froze in place.

Bartley's brain is a little down right now.

Because he saw that except for the patron saint and him, the three strongest people in Eleusia were all a little disgraced right now, lined up in a row in a little embarrassment, kneeling on the ground.

In front of the three of them, there was a strange human with a white dumpling and a white cat on each shoulder, who was sitting cross-legged with a speechless face, floating in the air.

The crimson flames from the flame elves were still silently burning on the black hair.

Or flames?

"...Excuse me, what just happened here?"

Batley, who didn't feel any tense tension in the atmosphere of the scene, but was a little inexplicably embarrassed, asked cautiously.

"It's nothing."

He casually extinguished the little flame in his hair.

Gavan, who had just restored the surrounding vegetation with the World Tree magic, glanced expressionlessly at Fana, who was the only woman present, with a sweet appearance, but the most ruthless striker, and sighed softly with tiredness .

"I just told them about their dark history and was beaten up, and then I subdued them all."

Bartley: "???"

This person reincarnated from 500 years ago to modern times and formed the terrorist organization "Evil Eye of the White Night". He was deceived by the devil and fell into despair. Finally, he cheered up again and turned his back on the evil, and successfully defeated the demon of words with Asta and others of the Clover Kingdom. Yes, the former leader of the White Night Demon Eye.

Now in a daze.

The time it took from the time he received the call for help to the time he arrived here seemed to be less than 3 minutes, right?

What happened during this period of time, so that the former "Three Demon Eyes" who were better at fighting than themselves were defeated like this? !

"Batley, this human being is so strong."

At some point, Raia had already teleported behind Batley, her decadent face was rarely full of embarrassment, and she poked her head over her friend's shoulder.

"None of the spells I have imitated can break the invisible 'tortoise shell' on this guy. Witte's magic beast magic is also ineffective, and Fana's attack is so ruthless, and it can only be burned on the opponent's hair. A cluster of small flames."

"I really can't beat it."

And the opponent didn't even summon the magic book, so he couldn't fully reproduce the opponent's magic by touching the magic book.

"Is it that exaggerated? This is the first time I've heard you comment on a human like this. What kind of magic does the other party use?"

Bartley asked in a low voice.

"do not know."

"......Eh?"

"You came a little late, so you didn't see it. In just a few minutes, this human being has used more than a dozen different types of magic, and the level of each is quite high."

Laia, who put her hands on her friend's shoulders, replied seriously.

"It should be similar to my imitation magic, or the magic used by that demon who speaks, but it actually feels more high-end to me."

"That's right, my instincts have been warning me since the first time I saw this guy."

Werther, who also hid behind Batley at some point, kept a vigilant look on the face of the boy who had become much younger because of something wrong in his reincarnation.

"But there is no hostility or murderous intent on him, so he should not be an enemy."

"Then he's a bad guy, too!"

Fana, who also escaped, yelled in dissatisfaction, "He actually burned my hair with fire? This is too ungentlemanly!"

"...Um, it seems that you burned Fana's hair first, right?"

"Hey, Werther, where are you from?!"

Hearing the noise of the three close friends next to his ears, the corners of Bartley's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

He didn't understand why these guys had to hide behind his back.

Are you really ashamed to use such a thin and slender man as a shield?

"That, is Bartley, right? Hello, my name is Gavan."

At this time, the human who broke into this place suddenly spoke.

"Well, hello, Mr. Gavan, if possible, can you tell me the purpose of breaking into this place?"

Batley, who was being pushed forward by three bad friends behind him, said helplessly: "After all, you are the first foreigner to enter this place in centuries. I don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble."

"Well, actually, I just want to ask you to fix something and come for a trip by the way."

"Traveling, repairing things?" Bartley was surprised.

If that was really the case, then he didn't mind treating this powerful human being as a guest of the land of elves.

Although he didn't understand why the other party asked their elves to repair things, it was obvious that they should go to those dwarf craftsmen who lived in seclusion.

"By the way, is it convenient for me to ask?"

At this time, Gavan turned his head to look in a certain direction in doubt, pointed and asked.

"Is there anyone you know in that direction? It's been looking at me, which makes me feel a little weird."

"But there's no one around?"

Bartley looked in the direction pointed by the other party in surprise. The high perception brought by the huge magic power in his body did not find any suspicious figure.

But it doesn't look like the other party is lying.

So, it made him think for a while, and then...

stunned.

Because Bartley suddenly realized that the direction the human was pointing at happened to be their elf village, and the person who had been observing him should also be the patron saint.

But there is a full fifty miles away from here!

How the fuck did you notice this? ? !

Batley, who was immediately shocked, looked at Gavan blankly, not knowing for a while whether he should tell the other party about the existence of the elf village.

But Laia, who was hiding behind him and fishing, suddenly reminded him weakly.

"Batley, the other party seems to be a friend of the foreign black swordsman Yejian Jieda. There is a high probability that he can be trusted. I have never heard his 'inner' lies, and..."

"To be honest, we really can't beat this guy."

Hearing the last very realistic reason, Batley finally stopped hesitating and showed a friendly smile.

"Guest, please come with me, our patron saint, Lord Doriad, has already known about your arrival."

"He...should be very happy to see you, right?"

When he said this, Bartley's tone paused.

That was his last conscience at work.

But Gavan was stunned this time.

"Guardian?"

Does the elves in the original book have such a thing?I have no impression.

Touching his chin, Gavan subconsciously showed suspicion.

But in fact, compared to this, his main purpose of coming here is also to find possible clues that can restore the "World Sorcerer Book: Remnant", and he came here specifically to find the elves with long lifespans.

So if such a so-called patron saint really existed, then he felt that it would be more reliable for him to ask that guy.

I just don't know if the other party is good or not.

"Uh, I would like to ask, your patron saint, he is familiar, ahem, I mean he is knowledgeable?"

"Of course, Lord Doriad is the longest-lived existence in this world, and has a unique ability to predict. Of course, he is the most knowledgeable and well-informed god."

Bartley patted his flat chest, looking confident.

Gavan blinked at this, and then looked suspiciously at the three people hiding behind each other, and found that they were also nodding in sync with each other, and then he was relieved to believe it.

"That's good."

Gavan, who had slaughtered the evil god, showed a friendly smile representing peace to the elves who worshiped the patron saint for generations.

"Then, please friends lead the way."

"I... want to find your patron saint as a guest."

Chapter 270: Please put away your bold ideas

Hidden in Eleucia's homeland of elves.

The elves living here actually no longer have pure blood.

Because as early as 500 years ago, all the purebred elves had already died in the tragedy of being massacred because of a conspiracy by the devil.

And the half-elves that have been bred now are all bloodlines that were combined by Princess Thetia, sister of the first magic emperor Lumiel of the Four Leaf Clover Kingdom, and Richter, the head of the elves. reproduced.

These natural creatures favored by magic have lived in this isolated paradise for generations, and have never seen humans from the outside world.

But today, they saw it.

Under the warm sunshine, and the melodious chirping of birds.

The half-elf, who brought a group of small animals to join in the fun, was curious to see a strange guy floating into the village. Under the leadership of Lord Bartley, he went all the way into the "holy residence" of the patron saint, and not long after. …

The horribly familiar wailing sound came faintly from the hole in the big tree.

Their pointed ears trembled slightly, and they looked at each other in confusion.

......

"Ah, my God! How can you be like this, Bartley? I'm really going to hate you!"

The stunningly beautiful woman, who was three meters high and wearing a strange dress like a flower bush, huddled in the corner of the huge tree hole, howling uncontrollably, with an unspeakable grievance on her face.

Obviously exuding a magical aura and life force fluctuations that surpassed all elves, but he was stunned.

Gafan, who had just floated into the tree hole, was stunned.

"Stay away from me, human, or be careful that I will bite you!"

Doriad yelled without the slightest image at all, and at the same time his figure began to become unreal, as if he was about to release the possession of the semi-energy body created by magic at any time.

"Stop, stop, calm down!"