"Let them in."

The expressionless elf knight only said to the soldiers who were determined to block the whole thing, and the soldiers who were standing at their posts immediately let the open journey.

"Please wait!"

Just as Moya pulled Roland and crossed the guards who blocked the city gate again, the white elf behind her once again stopped her somewhat vulgar footsteps.

"First, the night elves, and now they are mingled with the undead. How far do you... go on the dark road? Why do you continue to sink? Have you forgotten what you said? The yearning for tranquility and light, the one I am familiar with..."

"Die... the person you are familiar with has long died in the betrayal of your friends and the dark prison. It was not that I volunteered to go on this path, but that I was forced by you. Desperate... From the moment I was born, I was destined to have an uneasy life. Defik... Forget that innocent girl, her kindness has created her thirty years of tragic prison life." Seeing the elf showing concern and sad expressions, the familiar appearance and tone of voice were like a sharp blade piercing into her chest.

it hurts……

It hurts really...

I have already made a vow and will not show any nostalgia for the past. I didn’t expect that after spanning thirty years, those happy memories hidden deep in my memory will be heart-wrenching.

Those days full of happiness and sunshine...

Those times full of laughter and hope...

No, I can't think about it anymore.

Everything is gone.

The sad, happy, together with family and friendship, have been buried in the dark prison of regret in Grigg's prison,

All she has left now is revenge and resentment.

"Tell me the others that revenge has begun. From the moment they betrayed me, they should understand that this day will come sooner or later."

"etc……"

Flan Defik, who originally wanted to catch up, was blocked by the guards because he did not show his pass. After he finally squeezed through the inspection level set at the city gate, he could no longer find Moya's trace.

The streets were filled with merchants and travelers wearing black cloaks, but the friend who had not seen him for thirty years was missing.

"Are you still resenting me... Moya... I resented that I did not extend a rescue hand to you, I resent Bai Ling and Batuya..." Standing alone in the crowded street, Defik murmured to himself.

"Who is he?" Lati, the dark female mage who played Moya's substitute, asked in a low voice, staring at the white elf with a depressed look, staring at Sistale who had been looking at for a long time.

"You don't need to know this." The cold eyes glanced at the woman behind him who was dressed as a high priest without any emotion, and Sistall replied coldly.

"But..." The words I wanted to ask disappeared into my throat as I looked at the frozen eyes.

Lati felt quite wronged, and she just wanted to ask curiously.

Why were the two foreign adventurers easily allowed to enter the city? Aren’t they causing trouble with the white elf at the city gate?

Why did Sistaer let them go? Didn’t he always severely punish those who make trouble in the city?

Why this time...

"Remember your own identity. You are just a substitute, that's all." Without saying anything, Sistaer turned around and left, and walked towards the city lord's mansion.

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"Who?"

Because of the acting city lord Bilfitt, the guards guarding the city lord's mansion have long been replaced by night elf warriors.

Seeing two people obviously dressed up in other places approaching, the night elves shouted in standard common words; "Stop, show your identity!"

“Get out.”

The obviously reproachful tone surprised several guards.

It's actually the Night Elf Word!!

[It's me.]

The ordinary appearance under the hood, but also represents a noble identity, and the sign language that only the night elves can understand, immediately made the night elves guard soldiers retreat.

"Where is Bilfit?"

As soon as she entered the city lord's mansion, Moya took off her cloak that was concealing her appearance. After she spoke, she realized that the hall was full of night elves, and there was no human servant at all.

"I said I wanted to call an elder, why haven't you figured out your identity yet? You're just a substitute. What qualifications do you have to talk to us like this!!"

The night elves that were closest to him immediately retorted with a gloomy expression when they heard Moya's speech.

This substitute is getting more and more courageous, and he dares to call the elder's name directly. Even if it is a human identity, it is still the night elf elder who has been ordered by the Senate to be Cefeng.

She is just a dark mage, and in the eyes of humans, she may be a nobleman, but for the night elves, she is just an ordinary human, how can she be qualified to call the elder's name without respect?

The guards who followed Moya into the scene had not had time to tell the truth. Moya, who was in a very depressed mood, was scolded by the night elves who had always shown respect for her, and was so angry that they almost got angry on the spot.

"As a high priest, do I have no right to speak? Or do you plan to replace me, the spokesperson on earth appointed by the Lord God?!"

First, Jayn's leaving his post without permission, then Defik's sudden appearance, and now he was scolded by ordinary nobles who were more than one level lower than his status and status. Moya finally vented his anger that had been depressed for more than ten days on the unlucky elf nobles.

"Moya——" The first thing Sistaer touched was Moya's angry expression.

"High Priest!!"

Seeing Sistall shouting names to the woman he had just scolded that only the superiors could call him directly. At first, the night elves with an arrogant expression immediately lowered their heads in panic, and the other night elves also bowed their knees.

It's broken, it's actually a real high priest.

Everyone thought the same.

Disrespect to the superiors is a serious crime in the Night Elf Clan. If they really pursue it, they will not be able to escape.

"Call Bilfit, and find the two best casters." Moya did not continue to scold the night elves who had fallen down on his knees.

"How was your injury?"

"Fortunately, your friend's light spell did not hit the wound directly, otherwise my arm would be really useless." Roland did not think of Moya as she put down her hood. She knew that her appearance almost exactly like the priestess would definitely cause the doubts of the night elves.

"who is she?"

Sistaer felt familiar when Moya brought back the young woman, and he should have seen it there, and his voice was very familiar.

"It's Roland, you met her in the ancient ruins of the Ice Crystal Continent."

That general of the underworld?

The first thing that emerged in Xistaer's mind was the sharp sword skills of the female knight of the Black Armor, and the King of Dead with the inverse power and body.

"But..." Shouldn't she have the Necromancer King return to the Underworld together? Why would she still stay in the upper realm? And... her skills were actually injured.

Seeing that Roland was seriously injured, Sistale was of course even more confused.

Who would be the commander of the Legion who could actually hurt the Death Knight?

If we talk about martial arts, there are really not many in this world.

The Golden Knight Commander?

No, he can't.

Even if the martial arts are tied, there is still a king of the undead.

His undead spells could not even resist Moya, who held three artifacts, let alone the Golden Knight who was not proficient in spells at all.

Having personally learned about the skills of the Necromancer King, Sistale immediately rejected the candidate.

The Emperor of the Dharma?

No, this is even more impossible.

Although "Holy Light Purification" is indeed the only spell to restrain the Necromancer King, unless there are extremely important matters, the Emperor, who is responsible for protecting the world, will never leave the Holy Capital.

Who would be this person who could actually severely damage the King of the Necromancer?

"No need to guess, it's the new messenger of the Church of Light." Seeing Sistare's doubts, Moya told him directly.

"But I don't know his true identity. Judging from Roland's description, he should be a young human male. I don't know that he is in Mingsu or went to Farion... However, I guess, this envoy probably has entered the city. An important meeting like the Peace Conference, which is held every hundred years, should be temporarily held in Meri, should be under his instructions. The purpose is nothing more than to explore the power currently owned by the night elves and the arrangement in Meri City." According to the information currently available, the Church of Light must have driven the power of the Death Leader out of the Northern Continent.

She dragged the Lich King's army south in Plalis, allowing the empty Holy Dragon Knights to turn around in time. The Death Leader did not successfully summon any king this time, so how could ordinary undead be the opponent of the church?

It was sooner or later that Moya had already expected this.

But, I didn't expect it to be so fast.

"You guessed that's right, this is what I'm most worried about right now."

Hearing the familiar voice coming from behind, Moya turned around and saw Bilfit, who was tired and standing at the gate, with his hands hanging down beside him, two night elves wearing magician robes.

A little further away, it was a substitute I saw before at the city gate.

This substitute, specially selected by the night elves from the dark mage, just stood far away, resentment and hatred appeared in their eyes.

Seeing the similar expression, Moya smiled.

The doubts that had been accumulating in her mind for a long time were also resolved.

It turns out that it is so easy to hate someone.

I haven't noticed it in the past.

Thirty years of continuous thinking are not as good as looking back in this short moment.

Moya let go of his eyes when he turned his eyes to Bilfit, who looked concerned.
To be continued...