That's a fake elf

Taking advantage of Helena's daze, Gray struck with lightning speed.

The green double swords passed through Helena's body, and the strong wind-like sword energy created two bottomless cracks in the tunnel behind her.

Nearly a hundred ghouls and the resentful spirits in their bodies were instantly wiped out.

This slash really frightened Helena.

Seeing the warriors who were rushing over madly, and then looking at Gray who had lost his heart and was still holding two swords, standing still, Helena hesitated for a moment, but decided to retreat.

As the ghouls and wraiths gradually receded, Gray's bloodless face finally showed a smile, and he fell into Melalda's arms.

"Gray, don't, don't, don't die. It's all my fault. If it weren't for me..."

Meera burst into tears and yelled heartbreakingly.

Her hands tightly covered Gray's chest, trying to block the blood, but in vain.

Blood was like gurgling spring water, pouring out from his chest continuously.

Everyone knew that the leader of the Secret Archers was dying soon.

"That's enough... Meera, don't feel sorry for me."

Gray's eyes were relieved, as if he had seen through life and death. He gently held the other person's hands stained with his own blood and said with a smile:

"In the end, I'm happy to die as a sword dancer."

"No, you won't die. Can't you still talk to me properly?" Meira held Gray's hand tightly and put it directly on her face without caring about the blood on his hand. superior.

"Cough cough cough cough cough. I don't have much time. I hope you can help me finish it." Blood flowed from Gray's mouth and his pupils began to dilate. He grabbed Meira's hand tightly and said breathlessly:

"Help me find my brother and give him these two swords."

"Tell him that my father and I have never blamed him. No matter what, we must revitalize the Wind Chaser family and let the name of Sword Dancer resound across the continent of Enroth."

Meera looked at Gray who was waiting for her answer, burst into tears, and nodded fiercely.

"Meira, thank you."

After receiving a response, the dying Gray turned his head and looked at the two green swords on the ground. Everything in the past flashed through his mind like a marquee.

Back then, as the heir to the Wind Chaser family, he took his younger brother to participate in the Fahr War at the order of his father, and joined the Sword Dancer Corps, which made the family's reputation soaring and made his father's desires continue to expand.

After the war, he disobeyed his father's wishes because of Vatra's persuasion, left the family, became Vatra's vassal, and stayed away from the land of right and wrong.

Later, the Sword Dancer Corps was forcibly disbanded by the new Duke Cuiting, and his father became angry and chose to stay behind closed doors.

His younger brother also fell out with his father because he insisted on marrying a jungle warrior of civilian origin, and finally left the family and was never heard from again.

Until his father passed away, his younger brother did not appear.

There are rumors that his brother is dead, but only Gray knows that his brother is still alive and is just continuing his father's wishes in another way.

"I really want to see the dandelions in bloom in my hometown, but it's a pity that I never have the chance again."

"Gray...Gray...Gray..."

Seeing Gray closing his eyes and leaving with a smile, Meira hugged his body and cried loudly.

At this moment, no one came forward to persuade him, because everyone knew that this little girl was raised by Gray.

To her, Gray was both a father and a brother. From Gray, she got almost everything she had ever lacked, but only love, which she would never have the chance to do.

"Meera, it's time for us to go."

"........"

Meera put the two swords on the ground back into Gray's scabbards, carried the body on her back, and looked at everyone with sharp eyes.

"Meira, you are Lord Gray's assistant. With him gone, you will be our new commander." The secret archers looked solemn and knelt on one knee in front of Meira, saluting Gray on her back. .

"Okay, if you accept me as your leader, then follow my orders and issue weapons to all the miners. The front team will change to the back team and march deeper into the mine. If you encounter the undead, you will kill them without mercy. Runaways and resisters will be killed." Execution!"

Meera looked at the miners who were looking at her in horror and said expressionlessly.

"Yes!"

The secret archers looked at each other and nodded helplessly.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Deep in the mine, Helena flew unsteadily near Li Ang, her body blurry, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Seeing Helena like this, Li Ang was shocked and said: "What's going on? How could you be so seriously injured?"

"I was a little careless. I originally thought that Gray was just a skilled secret archer, but I didn't expect that he was also a sword dance master." Helena said with a bitter smile.

Upon hearing this, Li Ang quickly recalled the information about Gray in Ailan's memory, and soon he knew the identity of the other party.

The descendant of Tyrande, the founder of Sword Dancer [Wind Chaser], and the heir to the legendary weapon [Wind Chaser's Sword].

Gray, who serves as Aylan's adjutant, is the most trusted person by Count Vatra of Sea Salt Castle, because the two were the closest comrades-in-arms during the Fach War.

The two not only competed for the position of commander of the Sword Dancer Corps, but were also called the twin stars of the Sword Dancer Corps by Li Ang's grandfather.

If Vatra, who is as cunning as a fox, represents strategy, then Gray, who is invincible in war, represents force.

Unfortunately, after the Sword Dancer Legion was disbanded, he accepted Vatra's suggestion and became the leader of the Secret Archers.

All the secret archers today were actually trained by him, even Ailan was no exception.

Although he became a secret archer with the help of dark magic and lost his divine favor, his four-dimensional attributes were greatly reduced.

But when he was a sword dancer, his martial arts skills that had been honed over time had not fallen much. Even Leonardo did not dare to confront him head-on. It was a miracle that Helena came back alive.

"I have some monster souls here. See if they are of any use to you." Looking at Helena's illusory spirit body, Li Ang hesitated for a moment before taking out some monster souls from the system space.

"Thank you, but no, I'm not used to devouring souls."

Rejecting Li Ang's kindness, Helena hesitated for a while, let a ghoul carry the [mysterious suitcase], and whispered:

"I am seriously injured now. I am afraid I will have to sleep for a while. I hope to see Vimona when I wake up next time."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

Li Ang glanced at the resentful spirits floating around and said with a wry smile:

"But I'm a little worried. Without your control, these ghosts and ghouls will continue to attack us."

"The two people around you are masters of the undead. After I disappear, my people will not show up near you."

Helena clung to the [mysterious suitcase], her voice echoing in the air:

"In the short term, this place will become a restricted area for living people. You'd better not send people in to die."

Hearing this, Li Ang nodded thoughtfully and showed a strange smile.

"You want to use these undead against the Vastians?"

Seeing Li Ang put away the suitcase with a 'harmless' smile on his face, Ling's eyes narrowed and she couldn't help but say:

"Be careful of setting yourself on fire."

"You don't have to worry about this. Even if they rebel, I have a way to suppress them." Li Ang rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

It's not like he hasn't come into contact with high-level undead. When he was on Longwu Island, there were tens of thousands of high-level undead on that island, but he wasn't able to clean them out in the end.

He is no longer a mere commander.

If Helena finally planned to use him to break through the seal and create a paradise for the undead on Jintide Island, he would call Favna and join forces with the underground demigod Ishtar to destroy her and her people.

"Humph, I hope so. Someone is coming, so don't help." Ling looked up at the entrance of the cave and quickly woke up her sister.

"Will not."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Grey?"

Just when Li Ang was about to open his arms and hug Gray, he found that the other person was lying on Meira's back, covered in blood and silent, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, Meira raised her head and roared with tears streaming down her face:

"Lord Aylan, Gray died."

"How could it be?" Li Ang was so shocked when he heard this, his body swayed and he almost fell to the ground:

"Gray's strength is far greater than mine, how could he die?"

Although he has been using Ailan's identity to deceive Gray, the adjutant, Li Ang has never had the idea of ​​harming the other party. After all, the other party is a pure-blooded elf and one of his tribesmen.

"It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Gray wouldn't have died." Meira covered her face and cried.

Upon hearing this, Li Ang looked at the others with confusion.