The girl was dressed like a bard, but there was a colorful cloth towel around her waist, which was hanging down to her knees. She tilted her head and listened carefully to the sing of the sparrow eagle, and suddenly her expression changed drastically.

"Everin, Kensafa, Vasili, Karu said a group of people entered Sailavede!" Two thin braids with black shoulders shook on her shoulders, "What do you think they want to do? Destroy the sacred ruins of Alien?"

"How many people?" An elf beauty with black and red hair, light yellow leather armor, wearing long boots, delicate and slender figure and slender legs tightened her fair face,

"A convoy, about a hundred 'aphis men'...including human soldiers, dwarves, a group of children, and..."

"Who else?" The male elf who had been greedy eating turnips, was full of impatientness on his cheeks and asked in a hoarse file-like voice, "Toruvier, do you have a cold and your throat hurts? Don't hesitate!"

"There are also hateful mutants, more than twenty!"

"What? You heard it right?"

A group of elves in the grass couldn't help but breathe, and a hint of fear appeared on their faces, followed by hatred gritting their teeth.

They will never forget their compatriots who died in the city of Nou.

However, the black and red-haired female elf pursed her lips and the light of memories flashed through her soft big eyes.

"Love Folly, what do you think you should do?" Toluvier nervously looked at his colleagues hidden in the grass behind him, "We only have two hundred brothers... I feel that this battle cannot be fought!"

"If you can't beat them, let them go?" Kensafa shook his head with a stern face. "They blasphemed Ai Liren's relief in front of everyone. If we do nothing, we will be the eternal sinners of the elves!"

"If such a convoy brings a lot of goods, if it is successfully transported to the destination and supports the Codwin soldiers, we don't know how many compatriots will suffer! We must not let them go!"

"We just fought with the soldiers of the Bridgehead a week ago and needed a rest." Aifulin shook his head and looked hesitant, "And there was something wrong with that convoy, there were a group of children."

"Will humans show mercy to our children?" Kensafa's face became even more hostile. "How many children died in battle, and even were insulted after death, and were left to public in the square! Love Folin, you can't always be merciful!"

"I support Kensafa! The witch hunter is amazing," the middle-aged female elf Vasili shook her head and said in a questioning tone, "The bard says this, the dwarf of Nog City says this, and the guard of Eternal Fire says this, but have we seen it with our own eyes?"

There were many circles of belts wrapped around her neck, with golden birch strips strung on it, and a birch stick carved with complex patterns lies beside her, shining with magical light.

"That's because all the guys who offended the witch hunter died." Toluville murmured in a low voice.

"You must know that humans, some dwarf brothers have this natural bad nature. They like to exaggerate everything, and they are so full of fantasy." The elf mage ignored her suggestions and said with a firm look on his face.

"Maybe in fact the opposite is true. They exaggerate the combat power of the witch hunter to conceal their incompetence. Our number is ten times that of the witch hunter and twice that of this mixed fleet of fish and dragons."

"Our compatriots are the most elite soldiers. We are secretly seizing the initiative. If they can't react, they will be ruined!"

The lawn behind the heads of the four squirrel party began to squirm.

A pair of bloody pupils appeared under the turf and shrub.

Two hundred squirrels were wearing emerald green cloaks woven with tree bark and grass, and their faces were outlined with green camouflage oil paint to avoid skin reflection...

Almost integrated with the surrounding environment.

Not only elves, but also dwarfs with thick beards, baby-faced and petite half-length.

"Give orders, love Folly. Keep up with this convoy, wait until the night is late, and when they are asleep, they catch them off guard! For love with Leyen, for our dead compatriots, for Shailavede!"

"For Shailavede!"

A uniform and gentle shout rang out in the grass.

Kensafa took a vicious bite of the carrot, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Toluvier held the wooden bow tightly and fell into deep thought.

But Ai Fulin didn't say a word, and her face was filled with worry.

A group of witch hunters.

Will there be him?

No, it's impossible to be that coincidental!

Moreover, she must not betray her compatriots who have been through life and death.
Chapter completed!