Chapter two hundred and fifty-four, conspiracy

One Hand was holding Isreal's, the other raised slowly above his head, his eyes closed, his mouth muttering words that Isreal did not understand.

Suddenly there was a white light on the raised palm of Celta's windswept hand. It was as clear and bright as the moon. Was this what she had called the power of the Moon?

When the white palm of the Celta's breath caressed the arm of isriel slowly, there was not a trace of numbness in the arm that felt a sudden coolness come upon it, under the caress of the Celta's breath, the cut on his arm was beginning to heal as fast as the naked eye could see, without even a scar, as Celta Wind said. Not only that, but he's regained full consciousness.

The arm had been unconscious for some time, and after Mong's recovery, Isreal, still feeling a little out of sorts, hastily twisted his arm and began to engage in adaptive activities.

And now, in the same way, Celta breath had healed Isreal's other arm. When both arms were fully healed, it occurred to Isriel that cold Nebula's knees also appeared to be injured, so he opened his mouth in haste, and beseeched CERTA, "Miss High Priest, my companion has been wounded, and now he has hurt his knee, and can not even walk. Will you help him, too? "

Upon hearing Isreal's request, Celta winced and smiled, he opened his mouth to Isreal and said, "of course it's all right. You came here to save me, and these wounds were made to save me, so it's my duty to heal you... ".

"It's a fracture... but it doesn't matter. I'm sleepy and I can revive you, Faerie, " Serta said, glancing at cold Nebula's wounded knee

When she heard that the Serta wind and the cold nebula called the faeries, Isreal's heart began to feel bad. "Is this the faeries who are flirting with me in my presence? " She said. "The old woman who knows the faeries is also quite good enough... "

With the help of the CERTA breath, the cold Nebula's knees soon recovered, and the two cold nebulae that had walked on the ground felt no discomfort at all, "This is no place to stay, " he said to Isriel and Celta, and looked round at fat chef Delphi with a gleam of ferocity in his eyes.

Seeing the fierce light in the cold Nebula's eyes, Delphi was even more frightened. He knelt down on his knees and cried out, "master, spare my life... I am just a cook... what happened here has nothing to do with me... "

Looking at the fat cook, who was weeping profusely and crying profusely, the bored cold Nebula opened his mouth and said, "I'm not saying I'm going to kill you, but you can't leave here now... Well, that's it! "

Cold Nebula had a good idea and immediately got into action, tying up the fat chef in place with the same rope that had just been used to tie up the SERTA breath.

Determined that the fat chef could not escape, the recovered cold Nebula and Isreal left the prince's retreat in a hurry, taking with them the breath of the Celta, all the way south.

After a long journey from elven woodland, to the Gobi town where the Magus of Shiryō meets Isriel, to the tavern where Isriel and Isriel mingle in the city of Vikrama, chaos reigns, ... Dress up as a drag queen and Isreal together on the street to get information, and then in the dark to jump off a cliff out of the city of Vikram, the outskirts of the villa in the battle of three high-level brave...

After all this, cold Nebula and Isreal finally rescued the High Priest of the Elf family in this so-called Prince's retreat.

After rescuing the high priest of the elven clan, the three did not dare to stay, fearing that reinforcements from Vikram would come, so after tying up the fat cook, cold Nebula and Isreal left the half-empty Prince's retreat in a hurry with the SERTA breeze.

On the way back, the Cold Nebula had been afraid that the city of Vikrama would catch up with them, but they did not see any sign of anyone following them until they had fled into the Gobi and out of the Sphere of influence, that's what relaxes me. And look at the sky. It's late afternoon the next day...

Fortunately, Isreal and CERTA are not ordinary people, and cold Nebula is not an ordinary faery, if he has an oil bottle with him, i'm afraid they're still in the woods near Vicrama.

The Gobi Day and night temperature difference is very big, good behind no pursuers, cold nebula and others this just rely on the courage, with a lot of hard to find some dry wood lit a cage of bonfire, around the bonfire or lying or sitting, resting quietly.

Sitting by the Campfire, Isreal put her hand to the fire, and as she warmed it, she began to whisper to Certa, "Miss High Priestess, may I ask how you were imprisoned in such a place? "

Cold Nebula rolled her eyes and said to her, "You ask such a stupid question. Isn't it obvious now? The high priest must have been betrayed by his own people, captured by the humans, and held there... ... capable of such a thing, it would seem to be the great druid chussier."

CERTA breath looked at Isreal, and then at the cold nebula lying there counting the stars, he said, "well, there's nothing you can't tell me. You're not elven anyway, and you saved me from those people. I believe in you... "

"thank you for your trust... but I don't want to know anything about your family of elves, " said Cold Nebula slowly, looking up at the sky, "My position has always been to deal with my own family's affairs, and it's best for outsiders to stay out of it, " Shao continued

After hearing the words of the Cold Nebula, the CERTA breath looked a little embarrassed, froze there, did not know how to continue to say.

While Isriel gave the cold Nebula a big white look, he opened his mouth and said to cold Nebula, "you don't want to be yourself, but I want to know, Miss High Priest, come on, I love to hear stories, there are in fact such twists and turns... " She held her face in her hands and looked at the SERTA breath very carefully, waiting for her to speak.

The SERTA wind, who had just got into an awkward situation, looked gratefully at Isreal as she came out to smooth things over, determined to give Isreal a good lecture on the experience, preferably... Or better yet, someone who can save her from those three mighty warriors, not just any character.

Only to hear the slow-moving Voice of Celta Tell Her story.

The story also begins with the status quo of the elven race, which has always been the separation of powers, with the grand elders holding the eternal power of the elven race, the high priests holding the power of the moon, and the grand druids holding the power of nature.

But now the elves face the grim fact that, since the gods left the land, the spirits who have lost the gods'favor have lost their immortality, and the power of eternal power is fading, the elder, who holds the power of eternity, grows old, and the elves are forced to find new ways.

Under the leadership of the Grand Druid, more and more elves began to believe in nature, and accepted the baptism of the grand druid and became believers of the god of nature, so the grand elders and the Luna temple were in constant decline, there may still be some guards around the elder, but the Luna Temple has reached a point where it is impossible to continue.

Now the problem for the elven clan is that the grand elder is getting old, and the Grand Druid Juser has begun to take a bold look at the elven clan's nominal throne, would like to rely on their own power to become the next grand elder.

If Juthir was a young man, he could wait until the elder was gone, then he could use his influence to prove himself worthy of ousting the elder's heir, ascend to the elder's throne, and take control of the Luna Temple, to unify the three powers of the elven race.

But the problem was that Juthir was about the same age as the elder, and he didn't have the strength to endure the death of the elder, so the impatient Juthir did what he wanted to do in his lifetime, or to lay the groundwork for his descendants, in a desperate move, Juthir joined forces with the human principality of Vicrama to seize the great elder's throne.

The first step, of course, was to get rid of the Temple of the moon, a weak but necessary force. By chance, Juthir kidnaps CERTA and smuggles her out of the elven woods to the Prince of Vikrama as a gift from the Duchy of Vikrama to help him ascend to the position of grand master.

I have to say, the Celta Style look is a standard beauty, although only 13 or 14 years old now, but still very exciting, perhaps because the prince of the Vicarama do not like Lorie, it... After a brief encounter with Celta, she was placed under house arrest in this deserted courtyard, guarded by three high-ranking brave men who seemed to be waiting for her to grow up.

It is for this reason that the Prince of the Duchy of Vikrama seems to have some displeasure with the great druid Juser, and that the war to help him take over the position of grand elder has not been waged.

That's why the elder has been sending men to find the high priest. But successive waves of search for the high priest's whereabouts have come to nothing, no wonder, who would have thought, the prince will give their elven family dedicated to the beauty of the place it...