Chapter two hundred and sixty-three, the lion tribe of the prairie kings

Although the forces of the Duchy of Vikrama had reached the vicinity of the elven woodland, the situation was quite different from what they had imagined. There was no so-called party of the guide, and the only one in the legend can fly in the sky, can play fire fairy.

But what made them not even try to engage was the great druid Juthir's head, a great gift of greeting.

The Prince of the Duchy of Vikramar is heading for the elven woodlands with an army to fight the autumn winds because of a super insider named Juthill. Now the inside man is dead, the Elf clan is a piece of iron, although the troops they bring are made up of brave men, but the high-ranking brave men are not, the three high-ranking brave men under their command have all died at the hands of cold Nebula.

So after seeing Juthir's head being thrown, the Prince of Vicrama took great care and withdrew to Vicrama with his great army, Optimus, the battle plan for this attack on Elven Grove, they're gonNA have to do it for a hike.

After receiving the blessing of the grand elder and a Unicorn, the Cold Nebula party was at last done with the elven woodland and was able to head east as needed, on their journey to Find Monastic Republic of Mount Athos.

Out of the cold cloud of elven wood, he looked back over his shoulder and let out a deep sigh as he and the Armstrong entered the elven wood for the matter of the grand master, unexpectedly unexpectedly unexpectedly involved in the elven family's right struggle, not only several times nearly because of death, but also to his virgin body lost, but this is not a loss, now his side two big beauty... Although one of them is still just a stranger's friend, but the relationship can be cultivated, well, don't worry, anyway, the east of Monastic Republic of Mount Athos is far away, will not return to their own world for a while, his cold cloud uncle has plenty of time... ...

Cold Nebula a line of people finally left the elven woodland, with their own this special team slowly forward, all the way up and the two women between the story, ha ha, it does not matter.

I didn't know how long I had walked, but when I was approaching the Armstrong, the Armstrong couldn't walk anymore. My feet were moving slower and slower, and I was a few steps away from the cold Nebula and the others.

With only one Unicorn to ride, and only one Unicorn to ride, cold nebula would feel that it was unfair to Armstrong and CERTA.

"Can't this damned elder give more UNICORNS? You helped her solve such a big problem! There is also this Serta wind is also, how to suddenly make such a hand, and now, with their own patriarch, go out even a little road fare do not give, these elves, far is not so noble as it seems.

Seeing that the Armstrong seemed to be losing pace, the cold nebula stopped in its tracks, even though it was very close to the lion pack, but now the Armstrong had become immobile, and the cold Nebula, though a little helpless, had to approach the Armstrong and ask, "Armstrong, can't you walk? "

The Armstrong, hearing the cold Nebula's question, reached out to wipe the sweat from his brow and nodded in agreement, but she did not want to be left alone, " said Isreal. "You are a dandy, but you want to go to Monastic Republic of Mount Athos with us who are used to walking on the mainland. Alas, you will only end up being left behind. "

The Armstrong was embarrassed to hear her sneer, some embarrassed to cold Nebula and others said: "Cold Nebula Sir, this young lady, I am all right, we continue to walk, ahead is the crazy lion tribe, we arrive there to have a good rest. "

After hearing what the Armstrong had to say, cold Nebula nodded his head and waited for an answer. Suddenly, the CERTA breeze, riding a Unicorn in front of the procession, said calmly, "now I'm afraid we can't even go if we want to... "

After hearing this, Cold Nebula and others quickly closed their mouths and looked in the direction of the SERTA breath. Following the SERTA breath's gaze, the cold Nebula was found, not Far ahead was a group of magnificent ORC soldiers walking slowly towards their own side.

The sight of a column of light moving slowly in its own direction made the heart of the cold nebula tense, "These soldiers are from the rabid lion tribe, aren't they coming for themselves? They don't seem to have any problems with their group here? "

Thought of here cold Nebula hurriedly opens the mouth to ask to the public: "that you... has anyone and this crazy lion tribesman had the conflict? "

After hearing the cold Nebula's question, both certa breath and Isreal shook their heads to say that they had nothing to do with this crazy lion tribe, the Armstrong on the other side pouted and finally said, "Lord Cold Nebula, if there is any conflict with the lion clan, they will not bring you here... "

The lion-headed brawlers, though they looked heroic, did not pass the notice of the Superior Warrior, Isreal, who was standing nearby, "It's just a bunch of little lions, " Isriel said nonchalantly. "Don't worry about it. We're just passing through. We're not going to do anything

As soon as I heard the brave words of Isreal, whom I had not been afraid of, a few black lines suddenly appeared on the white face of Lorie, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "although the lion soldiers may not be our opponents, but we do not want to mess with them, and now while there is no conflict with them, we just brush past them. "

She said this because she wanted to be on her way and not make any trouble, for she had been afraid that it would not be so easy for her to follow the Cold Nebula to the East in search of Monastic Republic of Mount Athos, in the character of a great elder. The grand master's desire for immortality, she knew it well...

The Cold Nebula was, after all, the backbone of the team, and as soon as he spoke, both Israel and the Armstrong were resolute in their execution, retaining a hint of the original Celta breath, and the idea was the same as the cold Nebula, it was to pretend as if nothing had happened, that a few travellers in their own company should not be a problem, so long as they did not attract the attention of the soldiers on patrol.

So under the command of the Cold Nebula, the party all pretend nothing happened, continue to slowly toward the lion tribe.

Among the approaching troops, a Lion General is riding a dragon at the moment. It seems that he must have captured human beings during the war. This shows his identity and status, not Many ORCS can ride dragons.

He was so hot and heavy with a dark Elf boy riding with him that he didn't even notice a group approaching from the opposite side. The Dark Elf boy was riding a horse, and clearly not an ordinary character.

The family of dark elves and the family of elves are distant relatives, but their status can be said to be very different. The family of elves is a noble race handed down from ancient times, and the family of dark elves does exist at the level of prophets, their magic is even on a par with that of the higher magicians of mankind, but because the birth rate of the dark elves is so low, it limits their development. Otherwise, perhaps the dark elves will become the lords of all the endless plains.

I heard the Lion Riding on the Dragon say anxiously to the Young Dark Elf beside me, "this time I leave everything to Lord Frost fog. I hope Lord Frost fog will come back to the family and get some help. I really appreciate Cluck. "

The young dark elf, whom Cluck, the Lion General, had called Lord Frostfog, was very well mannered, and saw that Cluck was so eager to say this to himself, lord Cluck was assured that frost mist was ill prepared, and that the necromancers had produced the ultimate undead, which was a bit of a challenge, but if I could go back and get some help, I think I could help Lord Cluck get rid of them

CLUCK breathed a sigh of relief when Frost told him that he needed only a few helpers to help him rid his castle of the necromancers who had done evil there, and said to frost-fog, "then Lord frost-fog is responsible for everything. "

Frost and fog smile, "Lord Cluck, " he said, "It is our duty as dark elves to eliminate master Shiryō and keep one side of the ORCS safe. I, frost mist, am a shallow learner, but I do understand these things. Lord Cluck, please stop now. "

"Yes, yes, yes... then I won't go far, frost fog sir, go early and return early! " Cluck said respectfully to frost fog.

Frost fog nodded his head just to hit the horse to leave, it seems suddenly thought of something, "Lord Cluck, " he said again, "please find a place in the tribe to stay until I return, and don't go back to the lion's den. "

Hear the command of frosty mist, cluck immediately promised: "Yes, please frost fog sir rest assured, you even lend me a hundred courage I dare not return to my city, but... ". And Ask Lord Frost to hurry ...... Alas, the situation is now waiting for no man. The family of giant elephants next door may come one day... .. ."

As soon as he heard Cluck sigh and say that perhaps one day the great elephant clan will come over, frost fog's heart sank, and a quiet sadness rose in his heart, if it weren't for the endless grasslands, where ORCS, races, and even a few races are always competing for each other, there wouldn't be room for the unbridled development of humanity.

"Well... " after a Sigh, frost fog bowed slightly to Cluck again and said, "then I'll leave you, Lord Cluck, and take care. " He said and rode off.

After watching frost mist take a few steps, the sad faced Cluck, too, Moans, turns the Dragon's head, and with his own personal guard, slowly makes his way back toward the lion tribe.