That's a fake elf

At night, a depressing atmosphere filled the camps in the northern mining area.

The eyes of both the orcs and the Fanathil reflected the flames of anger.

The Vastian princess unlocked the seal deep in the [Bluetooth Mine], released the undead, and caused this disaster, but in the end they had to swallow the bitter fruit.

The other party not only refused to make any compensation, but also expelled them from the camp like chasing dogs away.

This made many warriors who had just been released from the fighting furious.

If 'Alan' hadn't stepped forward and temporarily calmed down their anger, the soldiers would have fought a bloody battle with the despicable Vastians.

Although the conflict finally ended with the departure of Fanathil and the Orcs, everyone knew that this angry emotion could easily turn into a spark that ignited explosives if not guided correctly.

But this is exactly what Li Ang wants to see.

"Lord Ailan, the bodies of the victims have been burned. We have also sent soldiers to the central temple for treatment of those infected with the plague."

Meera looked at Li Ang who was staring at the flames in a daze and said softly.

"Put the ashes of the soldiers in separate oak boxes and take them back to Fanasier for burial!" Li Ang rubbed his temples, feeling a little clogged in his heart.

These people, in a sense, died because of him.

It was precisely because his [disguise] was seen through by Donna that the other party took the risk and released the seal deep in the [Bluetooth Mine], releasing the undead to lure him there.

Although these soldiers are not his, they are loyal warriors of Fanathil.

Strictly speaking, they did not do anything to feel sorry for Fanathil, they just had to stay here because of those Vatra and those greedy lords.

Originally, Li Ang planned to take over Jinchao Island and let them take off their armor and return to Fanasier, but now they have no choice but to die in a foreign land.

"Lord Ailan, do you still remember my previous request?" Meera suddenly knelt down on one knee, with tears in her eyes and trembling body.

"Of course, you said you wanted to go to Fanathil to fulfill Gray's last wish."

Looking at the pocket on Meira's waist and the two long swords on her back, Li Ang sighed and said:

"But the Sword Dancer Corps has been disbanded for more than 40 years, and the Wind Chaser family where Gray belongs also has great prejudice against half-elves, so it is impossible to provide you with help."

"You have never been to places other than Sea Salt Castle and Jinchao Island. You are not familiar with Fanasier at all. How are you going to find a person who has been missing for decades?"

"This..." Meira was a little confused and at a loss for a moment.

Seeing her like this, Li Ang shook his head.

From Ailan's memory, he already knew that this girl was rescued and adopted by Gray.

In order to repay her kindness, she has been by Gray's side for 15 years, taking care of his life conscientiously, and became Gray's right-hand assistant.

In fact, everyone knows her little idea, but everyone knows that it is impossible to achieve.

The Wind Chaser family has only married pure-blooded elven nobles of the same level for generations, and its purpose is just to ensure the continuous inheritance of the [Wind Chaser Sword] and Sword Dancer.

Back then, Gray's brothers were expelled from the family and wandered away just because they wanted to marry a mixed-blood elf from a commoner background.

If Gray wanted to marry a half-elf who was not even a noble, I am afraid that the Wind Chaser family would immediately take back the [Wind Chaser Sword] and expel Gray from the family tree.

"Oh, wait a little longer. When everything here is settled, I will ask someone to take you back and help you find Gray's brother." Li Ang glanced at the camp, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, thank you, Lord Ailan." Meera nodded firmly, with a grateful look on her face.

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After quickly walking into the big tent and driving all the guards out of the tent, Li Ang finally looked in one direction with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice:

"Come out, I know you're here."

"Who are you? What happened to you, Ailan?" A soul radiating golden light appeared in front of Li Ang, with gloomy eyes, as if he might break out and hurt someone at any time.

"Don't get excited. He is safe now. I didn't hurt him." Looking at the color of Gray's soul, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief.

As early as in the mine, he discovered that Gray's soul was not attached to the body.

As a pure-blood elf, although Gray lost his divine favor, he could not transform into an elemental elf without the guidance of Druid spells.

But with the powerful magic and spirit of being a legendary strongman, he can turn into a ghost and stay awake temporarily.

In the mine at that time, Li Ang wanted to find Gray's soul.

After all, resentment was overflowing in the mine at that time. If Gray's soul had been completely eroded by resentment and turned into a revengeful spirit, Li Ang would have to take action to clean up the door.

But the other party seemed to have noticed something strange about Li Ang after turning into a ghost, and was deliberately avoiding him. Because of other people, Li Ang couldn't search for him in a big way.

When he originally left the mine, he thought that Gray's soul had stayed inside. Who would have thought that the other party would actually attach his spirit body to the [Wind Chaser's Sword].

This cannot but be said to be darkness under the lamp.

"Thank you for not showing up just now to expose me." Li Ang said in a deep voice.

"The people who hide their heads and show their tails didn't expose you, they just wanted to protect others."

Gray snorted and reached out to draw the sword, but suddenly remembered that he was dead and even the weapon had been given to Meira. Helplessly, he could only glare.

"I admit that it is a bit excessive to use Ailan's identity to deceive you, but war is like this. After all, soldiers never tire of deceit." Li Angshi sat down on the chair with a smile on his face.

"Shameless villain, if you have the ability, just fight on the frontal battlefield with real swords and guns. If I lose and die in battle, there will be nothing to say." Gray gritted his teeth and said:

"Rely on conspiracy and trickery to plot against us. If the gods see it, they will also spurn you."

"Haha, what if I tell you that all my actions are tacitly approved by the gods?" Li Ang supported his cheek with his right hand, leaned on the back of the chair, and smiled.

"No way!" Gray growled lowly.

"Nothing is impossible!"

Li Ang groaned, removed his [disguise], took off his hood to reveal the lineup, and unreservedly exposed the divinity from the Druid system to the opponent's perception.

"How is it possible that... the God of Hunting, the Goddess of Animal Husbandry and Marriage, the Goddess of Nature and Life, and the Moon God are protected by so many gods?"

Feeling the upright divine power in Li Ang's body, Gray lost consciousness for a while, knelt on the ground unconsciously, and began to pray.

[You are worshiped by the heroic spirit Gray (level 85), faith points +100]

"I am the spokesperson chosen by the Druid Gods, and all I do is justice."

Seeing the prompts on the system panel, and then looking at Gray praying devoutly under his divinity, Li Ang couldn't help but put away his cynical expression, sat upright, and said righteously:

"Gray, the gods have long known that you and Vatra are doing evil things, and they have always hoped that you would return from your lost ways."

"But you have failed the gods."

"Look at everything here, do you think you are worthy of your faith and worthy of the Druid gods who gave you life?"

"I..." Gray, who was speechless by Li Ang, lowered his head in guilt, his heart filled with regret.

Seeing this, Li Ang couldn't help but nodded.

As a legendary strongman, Gray's will is indeed very firm, otherwise he would not be willing to give up all honors and become the guardian of Fanathil in the darkness for a belief.

It's a pity that his protective heart was taken advantage of by Vatra. After all, Gray is not as ruthless as Vatra and can still persuade.

"I am the representative chosen by the goddess Asha, and I am an elf favored by the Druid gods."

"Gray, confess to me and tell your sins, so that I can take you back to Fanathil and give you redemption."

"Gray, the sinner, is willing to repent to the Son of God."

Gray looked at Leon, who was exuding a glimmer of divinity. He stood up like a savior, stretched out his hand to himself, and burst into tears.

At this time, he was like a lost lamb returning to the shepherd's staff. He lowered his head and began to talk about everything he had done in the past few decades.