Mount & Blade: Wind of War

Lonely Mountain Castle, Elemental Mage Tower.

Because her old friend Nicolet was seriously injured while trying to save her, Lady Isriel, although of a cold disposition, was also very emotional at this moment, and she personally carried Nicolet to the Mage Tower for treatment with great concern.

Even if the other party is a licker, and you are a little annoyed by the licking of you over the years. But now the licker is risking his life to lick you, as long as you are a normal person, you will always give some response.

Of course, the situation where the other party is still licking you crazily after obviously expressing rejection, which has caused harassment, is not counted.

At this moment, Rhode watched Nicolet's big head shaking and rubbing against Lady Isriel's body, and wondered for a moment whether the old guy was really fainted or pretending to be fainted.

Elder Nicolet is a high-ranking senior official in Lonely Mountain Castle, and almost all senior knights require him, so when he was injured, a large group of people followed him closely.

What's more, the Duke was still there at this time, even if he deliberately showed his concern, he had to show it.

"Okay, don't worry about it. We have already checked and treated it. It shouldn't be a big deal."

Mrs. Isriel lived a long life and was very knowledgeable. Even if her medical skills were not as good as Bishop James', they would not be much different. After her diagnosis and treatment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to take the elder back to the tribe? I'm worried that he will not feel comfortable staying here." At this time, a silly blood-bearded dwarf came out and said so.

Dwarves like to stay underground in most cases, but as soon as he spoke, he was kicked back by the people around him.

Because if Mrs. Isriel really listened, Elder Nicolte would probably beat this stone head to death after waking up.

"Teacher, what happened to the northern elves who just came to attack you?" At this time, Yamila stood up and asked.

"Speaking of it, it has been a while." Mrs. Isriel frowned slightly when she heard the words, and then recalled for a while and said slowly.

"A few years ago, someone contacted me and offered many favorable conditions, hoping that I would lead the Blue Language Elves to submit to Bright Moon City. They also said that Bright Moon City has gathered most of the elves... But I think that place is the center of the storm. I didn't expect that they are so intolerant."

Although humans can't tell the difference, there is also a very strict rank division within the elves.

The Blue Language Elves led by Lady Isriel are either middle elves or low elves. Anyway, they are definitely not related to the high elves. They are all elves, but some bloodlines can only live for 500 years (some can only live for 200 years), and some can live for 1,000 years, and their magic talents are also different.

Therefore, in the eyes of the high elves, it is natural to divide their ranks by bloodline, and even many middle and low elves think so, but Lady Isriel is not interested in following such a tradition.

"The Qingyu elves are probably neither gold elves nor silver elves, wood elves, or moon elves. In this case, what does it have to do with our tribe if Bright Moon City wants to restore the glory of the ancient elves? If they restore their glory, will we continue to be subordinate slaves?"

"When the future of a living being is determined by its birth, the metabolism of the old and the new in this society must have been incredibly slow. If this principle is applied to the human body, a living person has become a zombie, and the accumulated contradictions will only be hidden, not disappear."

At the same time, on the other side.

The eight legendary elves escaped from the Lonely Mountain Castle through the teleportation array set up in advance by the wizard. At first, it was very smooth, but as time went by, the double-bladed elf who was hit on the back by Rhodes slowly weakened rapidly.

His cheeks were red and hot, and his body temperature was getting higher and higher. At first, he could still follow everyone on the road, but in the middle and late stages, even sitting in a carriage would feel severe dizziness and vomiting that was difficult to suppress. In the end, the whole person was burned and lost consciousness.

Among the eight legendary elves, there are some who are proficient in medicine, but whether it is magic or herbs, at most they can only alleviate the pain, and as time goes by, the condition of the elf gradually becomes worse and worse.

As an immortal species, elves attach great importance to the lives of their own kind, not to mention that this double-bladed elf is not only a fellow elf, but also an extremely precious legendary elf. The death of such a person is a loss to the race, especially in such a special period of hegemony among various races.

The last few elves discussed and decided not to drag it on any longer. They stopped rushing on the road, but found a secret place where four mages took action to stabilize the situation of the injured elf. At the same time, some elf warriors went to Bright Moon City to seek help.

Time passed day by day.

"Ahhhhhh, kill me, please kill me, it hurts, please kill me."

In a cave, four legendary elf mages sat on the ground. They summoned vines and gurgling springs, hoping to dissolve the blazing fire in the bodies of their people.

However, more than ten days had passed, and not only had the once handsome elven warrior been tortured to the point of being emaciated and no longer in human form, but even the four legendary elven wizards who were guarding him also looked listless and haggard.

Throughout the cave, the vines they summoned withered, and the springs were boiling, as if they were constantly being burned by a blazing fire.

"Such a powerful flame fighting spirit. Not to mention that I have never seen it in my life, even in the ancient books, it seems that there has never been such a powerful fire power in the legendary realm."

"Yes, it can actually make the victim's internal organs burn, but there is no scar on the outside. The fighting spirit control ability of the Lonely Mountain Castle is incredible. His fire power seems to have its own spirituality."

No matter how the person in the pool screams, the four legendary wizards around him cannot kill him. The elves have a small population, so whether it is suicide or killing each other, it is a taboo among taboos.

Therefore, even if they want to, even if there is no hope of treatment, they can only watch their companions die in front of them, but they can't help them end their pain.

"Perhaps, the princess's opinion is correct. This Lord of Lonely Mountain is only suitable for making friends with him, not for being his enemy. Unfortunately..."

"It's already been done. We can't disobey the orders of the great elder. It's meaningless to talk about this now."