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The elves heard the chirping of birds.

A three-cry nighthawk made of wood flapped its wings and landed on the shoulder of the Son of Light.Its wings glowed with fire, turning into a long whip in the palm of the Son of God.

The young man wiped off the ice and snow on his skirt, the tsavorite stone on his forehead gave off a bell-like fragrance in the collision with the ice crystals in the air, and a milky white soft light emanated from the inside.

A bit of starlight fell on the whip tip, causing it to raise its head like a python, and let out a loud and long cry like a wild animal.Ice particles covered the silver whip, forming patterns of white antlers.

"Today is the coronation day of the chief paladin." Sid beat the whip, his eyes were cold, snow and dust splashed, and the holy robe swayed with the wind. "I can't be caught in the elves' territory at this time."

Son of Light is very busy.

He still has to find Navia in distress and rescue the unreliable knight from the abyss of consciousness.

The deacon didn't care.

Even if Son of Light could master the forbidden spell, it was just an accident that surprised him a little.

Everything is still under control.

Capturing this ignorant human being at the gate of the elf forest is like catching a turtle in a jar.

He told his subordinates: "Keep the ones alive. It's good to have a breath."

Deacons have always had a bad taste for humans, especially Sid Chelt.

Dozens of feathered arrows were put on the longbow again, and the swordsmen drew out their swords and rushed towards the Son of Light.

They were trained as death squads among the snow elves.However, they did not intend to lose their lives on this trivial matter.

Seeing countless arrows, lights and swords coming towards him, Sid chanted the mantra in a low voice, the scream of the whip became more piercing, and he flicked his tail as if sane, and escaped from Sid's palm.

The deacon calmed down and told the queen leisurely, "Look, that brat can't even hold a weapon steadily."

The queen didn't smile as he wished.

Her majesty, the current queen of the elves, has spent more than 800 years in office.Numerous changes, difficulties and bitterness during the period gave her an experience that the younger generation could not match.

"It's not that you can't hold it steady." She locked her eyebrows solemnly, and she exclaimed in a low voice, "Is he a monster?"

The deacon was about to ask, when a scream pierced his ear canal.

It's the voice of an elf!

He turned his head in amazement, and found that the silver whip was stretched straight like a spear, piercing through the chest of a swordsman, and the blood dripped on the ground, forming a pool of bright red, which was especially abrupt on the snow field.

Faced with this scene, Sid just waved his hand, and the long whip was pulled out from the elf swordsman's chest, like the most loyal attendant, guarding his side.

Seeing the halo rune around Sid's wrist, the deacon almost screamed out.

The mail armor of elf warriors is all the finest mithril, and the materials are transported from the snow-capped mountains to the dwarf kingdom of Aiweier. They are forged and quenched by the most capable blacksmiths, and blessed with the blessing of the priest of light and the holy pool of the elves. Holy water, like the armor that God wears for his children, is invincible.

Only relying on the weapons and magic on the mainland, it is impossible to penetrate the armor at all!

There is only one possibility that Sid Chelt pierced the heart of a swordsman with a long whip.

What he just cast was the hereditary light spell, the grace of purification, inherited by the elves!

The deacon gasped at his speculation.

how is this possible……

How could stupid humans use elves' spells?For them, even Elvish language is a difficulty like a natural barrier, how could they still have the ability to master Elven spells? !

The deacon subconsciously turned his head away.Regrettably, the awe on the queen's face further confirmed the truth of his guess.

All clans in the Alliance of Light have records of spells of light, most of which come from the snowfield elves.

However, due to the language gap and innate talent between humans and elves, the spells learned by the former from the Western Snowfield are limited to the most simple and easy-to-understand parts, and the most difficult offensive magic is naturally not included.

Since then, in order to resist the ravages of dark creatures on the border of the country, a group of priests who study the spell of light came into being.

But even the most outstanding pastor, even Pope Dehai, the most famous in history, never made a breakthrough at the peak of his power.

But Sid has mastered the spell of the elves.

At that time, the nine-year-old Holy Son of Light, Sid Chelter, who could not even speak Elven language, held the "Elf Priest Chapter Series" full of imperial phonetic symbols in order to satisfy the selfish desire of the bishop and others to cultivate the strongest Holy Son. gnawing at the explanation.

When other children of the same age were playing or sleeping, the only one who accompanied him in meditation was the stiff statue in the holy courtyard.

No one taught him, because even the pope knew only half of the spells of other races.Sid was just a test subject, and Chelt ignored him anyway. During the day they taught him the complicated temple, and at night they locked him together with all the ancient books and books of the Holy House.

They knew Sid would learn.Because there are no toys in the holy courtyard.

Who would have thought that the absurd idea of ​​the bishops would actually succeed.

Sid once again eliminated several swordsmen while the deacon was in shock.

"Don't let me, our weapons are all just light." Sid said slowly, "—it's just that Prouvel put the light in your hands first."

With a flip of his palm, more light elements gathered towards him, forming a vortex of light and fire.In the wave of light, feathered arrows of condensed ice crystals formed in the air, just like the arrows carried by elf archers.

They are piled more and more densely, forming a huge wall.A rune circle the size of a lake appeared in the sky above the elves, and under the circle was an illusion of a verdant forest of elves.

The arrow wall is ready to go.Sid stared at the deacon standing in the distance: "Surrender, if you don't want the queen to be my prisoner."

The deacon's eyes almost popped out.His palms and forehead began to sweat.

Everyone living in the elves can recognize that the spell cast by the Son of Light is the most difficult plane magic in the current elves' spells. Once the magic is formed, their homeland will be destroyed hit!

However, every snowfield elf also knows that even among the elves who are the most favored by the God of Light and have the most perfect magical talents, the only living person who has mastered this magic is their high priest.

The deacon stared at the petite-boned teenager in disbelief.

He, is he a monster!

The queen frowned.She is extremely dissatisfied with the arrogant words of human beings.

She ordered to the deacon: "Catch him."

The rest of the fighters had no choice but to raise their swords again.

Sid was very surprised by the queen's decision to capture him at the expense of destroying her own race, but it was impossible for him to really destroy the elf forest.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the phantom, and the silver whip surrounded him to deal with the swordsman who rushed forward for him.

Soon, the unstoppable Son of God came before the wall of elven archers.

He chanted the mantra again.

The elf deacon quickly heard it.This time the mantra he chanted came from races other than humans and snow elves.

"Stop him!" the deacon growled in horror.

The elves threw away their bows and arrows in a hurry, and the magic traces under their feet connected to each other, forming a huge barrier, surrounded by Aurora's magic shield.

The deacon heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of "Zheng".

The silver whip endowed with the grace of shining was ejected by the aurora, which meant that Sid Chelt was unable to break through this line of defense for the time being.

The deacon was about to ask the queen to retreat back to the elf forest, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of the face of the Son of Light from the corner of his eye, and his pupils shrank.

That human being is actually sneering!

At this time, Sid's third light spell has also been cast.His eyes suddenly turned snow-white, his canine teeth became sharper, and a phantom of a beast god rose from his face, and the earth-shattering roar resounded through the entire snowy field under the night.

This is the roar of the saint from the white orc clan!

The desperate deacon has been unable to organize his subordinates to resist.The defensive magic shields of the elves cracked countless gaps in an instant, and shattered into bits and pieces of powder.Countless slender elves were blown high into the sky by the hurricane.

Sid used the most powerful spells of the Alliance of Light one after another, and his eyes were a little dark.

However, using these to deal with the elves is enough.

He took a few breaths, and jumped into the air on the wind and waves of Aurora's collapse.The long whip grabbed his wrist and made him jump over the wall.

When the elf was too busy to take care of himself, he jumped to the deacon.

The long whip knocked the deacon's head unconscious, and Sid put his arm around the queen's neck.

The elves shouted: "Protect the Queen!"

The queen said coldly: "Don't worry about me, catch him!"

Sid couldn't recast a spell that was too deadly, but he had backup tricks.

He took out the knife that Navia put behind his boot, and pressed it against the neck of the Elf Queen, rubbing a bloodstain on her fair skin.

At this moment, the archer closest to him had already pointed the tip of his arrow at his eyeball.

The Holy Son of Light remained calm and unhurried, without even shaking his voice: "Whoever dares to move, Her Majesty the Empress who has worked for you for 800 years will die unexpectedly."

The elves were about to rush forward, but upon hearing this, they all hesitated.

Most of the elves standing here don't know the inside story, and they don't think that a humble human being can be worth the noble elf queen.

"Drop your weapons and go back to the forest. I'm coming down from here now," Sid said. "As long as you follow my instructions, I'll take your majesty—"

While speaking, he suddenly saw a familiar black shadow looming from the sky.

That is the griffin of the Holy Court of Light.

In normal times, or before Navia left, if Sid saw his compatriots, he would be overjoyed.

But everything today told him that this incident was too weird.

If it hadn't been notified by someone, how could the team from the Holy Court appear here?

In doubt, Sid saw a beam of light hitting his cheek from a high altitude.He tilted his head to avoid the beam of light, and the place on the ground that was illuminated was melted into a black pit emitting a burning smell.

He heard the rustling sound again, the silver whip spiraled down his body, smashing the sacred chains protruding from the mud.

The visitor is not good.

Sid frowned.He didn't understand why the people from the Holy Court attacked him, but he could ask about this after he left the snow field.

He raised his hand and aimed at the team of griffins in the sky.Suddenly, his heart twitched violently, and the silver whip lost its magic power and fell to the ground. A bloody rope wrapped around his ankle and dragged him tens of meters away.

Sid fell to the ground in embarrassment, his brows were furrowed, and panic filled his mind.

Somehow, he found himself suddenly unable to invoke any magic!

He raised his head with difficulty, looking up at the dark sky.

From the headed griffin to the room, he saw the ruby ​​that belonged to the pope's scepter.

Pope Clara stepped down from the big griffin and walked slowly to the elf queen.

He squinted at Sid, who was fainting on the ground, and said, "You're startled."

"I'm fine," the Queen covered the wound on her neck and shook her head slightly. She didn't look like a hostage whose life had been threatened just now. "You trained Sid Chelt very well. His ability Very good, enough to be a sacrifice to the Father."