Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

At the same time, in tacit understanding, Charles also stopped instantly.

In front of the two people was a large area of ​​neatly arranged trees that were so dense that there was not a single gap between them. Because it was so dense, it formed a very obvious contrast with the rest of the surrounding plants.

The two of them looked at each other and quickly read the same idea from each other's eyes:

found it!

In nature, there should not be plants that grow so densely that their leaves overlap closely. Moreover, their distribution and shape are so regular that they almost look like a door from a distance.

Someone must have maintained or trimmed it regularly, otherwise it wouldn't look like this.

After coming to this conclusion, Lacier quickly trotted behind Charles and poked him in the back with her wand:

"Quick! Go see what's going on!"

Charles did not comment on Lacie's cowardly behavior. On the contrary, he obediently stood in front of Lacie and even straightened his back so that the witch behind him could feel more secure.

Then, this familiar scene suddenly reminded him of the late priest - but he quickly pulled himself out of the surging emotions.

He calmed down, reached out his hand, and gently touched the bushes in front of him.

But he touched nothing. His fingertips went straight through the bushes, and after causing some ripples, part of his palm disappeared into the illusion spell disguised as the bushes.

Charles turned his head subconsciously.

"It's an illusion," he said.

Laceier walked out from behind Charles, took out her wand, stared at the bushes for a while, and nodded:

"Yes, it's a very sophisticated illusion spell, and it even has a good cognitive interference effect. No wonder so few people visit Lentiheim. If ordinary people came, they probably wouldn't notice the abnormality of this grove of trees."

Obviously, she and Ciel were not ordinary people.

One of them is cunning and sinister, the other is sinister and cunning - Ciel has forbidden spells that can negate almost all spells, while she is a student of the Lord of the White Tower and a master of the mystical realm.

They both noticed that something was wrong with the grove.

"It seems that Lentiheim is most likely behind this bush," Lacier said softly, glancing at Charles, and then ordered decisively, "You go first! I'll cover you!"

Charles said "hmm".

He placed his hand on the hilt of the holy sword at his waist, and cautiously and vigilantly took the lead to step into the space behind the illusion.

Laceier didn't dare to go too far away from him, so she reached out and grabbed the corner of Charles' clothes and followed him.

The two of them passed through the illusion with faint ripples and came to the legendary Lentiheim.

Then, they saw a tree—

A giant tree that is taller than the mountain and reaches into the sky.

Even with Lacier's extensive knowledge of mysticism, she couldn't tell what kind of tree this was. It was like the legendary World Tree, connecting the earth and the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist. The trunk was so thick that it was unimaginable, and each leaf could accommodate a small church.

Rachel and Charles were standing at the root of the tree. They looked up but could not see how high the treetops were.

"You call that a tree?"

Although she had seen this giant tree a long time ago, Lacie couldn't help but mutter this.

Charles did not have too many emotions. He quickly withdrew his gaze from the giant tree in front of him and whispered:

"That's right, this should be the kingdom of the elves, the legendary Lentiheim."

Lacier nodded when she heard this - at least outside, she had never seen such a huge tree before.

But just as the two were whispering, a voice suddenly sounded from beside them:

"Intruder found!"

[To be continued]

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2. Breeder

The alarm that sounded not far away was without any emotional fluctuations. It was terrifyingly calm, and even had a strange mechanical feel.

Rachel and Charles subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the source of the alarm.

Then they found a small tree.

Unlike the towering giant tree, the small tree that sounded the alarm was only half a person's height. It had obviously just emerged from the ground not long ago. It was weak and slender, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

Lacie looked at the small tree, then at the giant tree behind her, and she laughed.

"It's cute even though it's small."

she whispered.

Charles didn't hear what she said clearly, so he looked at her with doubt:

"?"

"It's okay." Lacey's eyes quietly moved to between Charles' legs, briefly touching the water, and then quickly climbed to the man's face. "I'm just curious, was the alarm just now made by it?"

Charles nodded seriously.

"That's it."

"But how can a tree make a warning sound? Is it disguised as a tree..."

As Rachel said this, she noticed that Charles' hand on the hilt of the holy sword moved.

He seemed to want to torture Xiaoshu to extract a confession.

But this is clearly the elves' territory. Hasn't this guy ever considered the possibility of being expelled by the elves after being violent towards the small tree?

As expected of a barbarian whose mind is only focused on muscles - Lacie hurried forward and tried to stop Charles.

But she failed.

As soon as she walked in front of Charles, he reached out and grabbed the back collar of her cloak and lifted her up.

Just like a mother cat carrying her kittens, Charles picked up Lacie and placed her behind him.

Then, the hero drew out his holy sword expressionlessly and asked in a cold voice:

"Who?"

Only then did Lacele realize that she had misunderstood Charles. It turned out that Charles did not intend to torture the little tree to extract a confession, but he had sensed someone approaching.

Although she was very unhappy about Charles moving her around as if she were his personal belongings, she knew what was important and decided to settle the score with Charles after the matter was over.

In the face of the enemy, we must unite to face the enemy.

Lacier took out her wand, held her breath, and was ready to chant a spell at any time.

Just like in the past three years, she was always ready to cast healing spells for Charles.

Then, as they watched, several elves emerged from the bushes right under their noses.

With their iconic pointed ears, blond hair and blue eyes, they are all so handsome and beautiful that it is even difficult to tell whether they are male or female.

They were wearing the same uniform and seemed to be a patrol team with a clear division of labor. They had all kinds of archers, mages and warriors, and they were well-trained. After emerging from the bushes, they quickly formed the most suitable formation to fight the enemy.

At this time, Lacie's attention was still on the bushes used by the elves to hide their whereabouts.

She wondered how so many people could be hidden in such a small bush.

She also felt that those guys were more like the Vietcong than elves. At first glance, they looked like nothing, but in fact, they were everywhere in the mountains and plains. As long as Charles shouted, they would suddenly jump out. They were a bit like the Indians. They only needed one arrow to pierce the clouds and a whole truck of breadmen would come to meet them.

But no matter what, the elves have already confronted the two of them.

The taller elf who was leading the group took a step forward, his green eyes moving, scanning Lacie and Charles without any emotion.

"Please leave Lentiheim," he said suddenly, "outsiders are not welcome here."

Upon hearing this, Rachel and Charles looked at each other.

It seems to be just as the rumors say, Lacie thought, the pointy-eared people really don't welcome uninvited guests.

But they were not rash visitors.

Lacele poked Charles in the lower back with her wand and winked at him, signaling him to go negotiate with the elves.

Charles understood what he meant, and said "hmm" softly, then turned his head to face the elves.

"I am Ciel, the hero of men," he said, "and I have come to visit your queen."

The elves looked at each other.

After a strange silence, the tall elf stood up again.

"Outsiders who don't know the truth always think so," he said with a slightly strange expression, "but we elves have never had a so-called queen."

"!"

Lacey was surprised.

Obviously all the bards are singing poems about the Elf Queen... Although she didn't see the so-called Elf Queen when she came last time, isn't it common sense that "elves will have a noble and elegant queen"?

Even Charles thought so.

But obviously, the two sides have not been able to reach a consensus on this matter now.

So should the next step be to "there is a traitor, terminate the transaction"?

Lacie clenched her wand and prepared to run away.

And then she heard Charles say:

"Is that so? Then I'll find the elf who brought me the coffin last time..."

Lacele was almost stunned by Charles's stupidity.

She thought to herself, please, brother, how can people believe you and thank you if you change your words at the last minute? It will be a success if they don't treat us as people with bad intentions and expel us from the country!

As soon as she finished thinking this, Charles said the second half of his unfinished sentence:

"——I thought she was your queen, so I came here to thank her."

"?"

Laceel looked at Charles suspiciously.

He actually got it done?

No! The Charles she knew was definitely not that smart - the previous Charles was not good at speaking, so she was responsible for the task of foreign negotiations.

Miss Witch suddenly felt that the hero in front of her became a little strange.

The elves don't feel this way.

Laceier saw the tall elf retreat and whisper a few words to another elf behind him, then he stood up again and said politely:

"Please follow us."

Apparently, they chose to believe Ciel's answer.

The elves led the way, and Lacie and Charles followed behind. Soon, the group arrived under the giant tree.

The leading elf stopped and saluted the brave man and the witch, then introduced himself politely:

"Dear Mr. Ciel and this strange witch lady, I am Mura, the captain of the third patrol team of Lentiheim. Of course, you can also call me 09527."

"09527?" Rachel didn't understand why he called himself by a string of strange numbers. "What does it mean?"

Mulla replied with a warm smile:

"This is my number in Lentiheim. You will know it later. Every citizen of Lentiheim has his or her own number. This is a unique honor bestowed upon each of our citizens by our mistress."

"Mother?"

"That's right, Madam." Mulla's expression suddenly changed, and he looked as pious as a pilgrim. "He is the creator of the entire Lentiheim."

Lacee was quite interested in this topic and wanted to continue chatting with Mla, but unfortunately Mla did not intend to continue the topic.

He brought Lacie and Charles to a leaf-shaped platform, then to a small altar on the platform and reached in.