The First Law God Black History Handbook

On the second day, Glendower treated the mage more respectfully.Of course, no amount of respect can conceal the excitement in his heart, which can be seen from the obvious dark circles under his eyes.

And Esso studied the dark circles under the eyes of the swordsman along the way——

It doesn't make sense to have dark circles under the eyes just one night?Has Your Excellency the Swordsman worked so hard?

Esso said that at the next night's vigil, he must help His Excellency Swordsman.

In the evening, they arrived at the edge of the giant wood forest.Going forward is the forest, and Karl is waiting for the order of the Lord Fashen.

"Go ahead." Thrander leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, and didn't flip through the notes in his hand much along the way.

Carl got out of the carriage upon hearing this, let Pique and Esso sit in the carriage, and he started to drive the carriage in their place.

Legston, like Glendower, followed on horseback all this time.At this time, he approached the carriage and asked Mr. Steward, "Are we going into the forest?"

Carl nodded, "My lord thinks it's better to go into the forest now."

Glendower also drove forward, "This forest is shrouded in darkness, and it may be even more difficult to walk after nightfall. And there is no way to go in the forest at all."

Karl didn't answer immediately, but just drove the carriage and walked straight forward.Glendower and Legston looked at each other and followed silently.

Next, a scene that surprised them happened.

The forest of giant trees is mysterious and ancient, and its fringes are already covered with towering giant trees with coiled branches, miasma appears hidden in them, and the climate is humid and sticky.Coupled with the fact that it was getting late, they were immediately shrouded in cold and darkness as soon as they entered the forest.

But gradually, a road about ten feet wide appeared in front of their eyes.

This road is not wide, but it is more than enough for a carriage.Karl was not surprised by the appearance of this road, and seemed to have expected it to be so.

He explained to the two warriors, "This is the only road left by the elves to the elves hall. We call it the road of friendship. After the elves retired, it was only opened for the Fashen."

"The road of friendship?" Glendower suddenly realized, "In the poems of the bards, Lord Fashen once forged a deep friendship with the Queen of Elf, so these are true!"

Karl raised his brows with a proud expression, "The legend of the Lord Dharma God is beyond your imagination. His deeds are less than one-tenth of what bards sang." He controlled the reins, and used magic to comfort some The irritable horse continued, "There are so few records about adults on the mainland, but when the darkness returns, people will always think of adults."

Although those records were requested to be deleted by Fashen himself, Mr. Steward has obviously been brooding over them.

He believes that legends and devotion should be recorded, and then spread through the ages, and be passed down from generation to generation, instead of cutting down all the records about himself to a few like adults.

If there were no adults, there would be no three major empires, let alone 260 years of peace.

He thought about it, but didn't tell the swordsman.

He respects the choice of Master Fashen, even if he doesn't think it is right or beneficial.

"But I can tell you something about adults and elves." Karl said to the swordsman.

The swordsman immediately tilted his head to listen.

He is familiar with most of the deeds of the first Dharma God, but as the steward said, there are too few records about the Dharma God in the mainland, which makes him extremely curious about the deeds that the steward said.

Legston was not involved in Glendower's conversation with Carl.

He felt that ever since he met Lord Fashen, he was always prone to overthinking and couldn't help but overthink.Just like just now, Mr. Carl just said that there is a deep friendship between the Lord Fashen and the Elf Queen, so he couldn't help thinking more.

For example, what is the relationship between the two of them? What would the Elven Queen do when she faced such a perfect Dharma God?

Will she be like herself now, crazy infatuated with Master Fashen?

Otherwise, how did this elf path come from?

The entire continent is only open to the Master Fashen. Such special treatment is really enviable and worrying.

No matter what small thoughts everyone had, Thrander didn't care.

He flipped through the notes in his hand, sensing the sound of the forest.

The carriage gradually drove into the heart of the forest.

The fog outside the path became thicker and denser. No one knew whether it was ordinary night fog or a poisonous miasma.They are careful not to step a step over the edge.

Carl's face became more and more serious. He lost the interest in chatting with Glendoll. His brown eyes were fixed on both sides of the road, as if he was on guard for something.

Glendower also noticed the strangeness around him, and coupled with Mr. Steward's vigilance, he immediately gathered all his energy to observe the surroundings.

In the dark forest, the not so muddy path continued to spread, and under the interference of giant trees and fog on both sides of the road in the distance, there was no end in sight.

They saw small herbivorous animals gathering on both sides of the road, and even though the sound of driving cars occasionally startled them, they showed no signs of retreating into the forest.

What are they avoiding, or in other words, what are they afraid of.

And the later it gets, the more animals gather.The fog is also getting thicker.

Gradually, the sky completely darkened.Except for those lantern flowers emitting weak light in the forest, there is no other light source in the forest.

Going forward, occasionally there will be some tree elves flying in the dark night. Like those small animals, they are all circling around the path, unwilling to leave.

The howling of wild animals came from the thick night.The viscous mist surged slowly, as if it was constantly stirred and torn by those wild beasts.

Karl stopped the carriage, turned his head to the carriage and shouted in a low voice, "My lord!"

Thrander raised his eyelids, and the carriage door opened silently.

Then, a light source rose from his palm and moved towards the front of the carriage, like a lamp specially designed to guide the way.

So the carriage moved on.

Thrander didn't close the car door. He stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar giant tree forest outside. His memory gradually recovered and became clearer.

He has been here, loved here, but not here.

The former giant tree forest was bright and full of vitality. Even in the humid night, it was as beautiful as a dream, full of laughter and laughter.

He remembered the tree spirits flying all over the sky, the lantern flowers blooming in the night, the fragrant emperor grass, the tough growing shrub grass buds, and the refreshing rain and snowflakes.

The elves sang and danced in the hall, the noble queen raised her wine glass high, the handsome prince had bright eyes, the moonlight poured down like mercury on the hollowed-out top floor of the hall, the elves toasted him with smiles and invited him to dance.

They are happy and free.

The forest is different now.

It is gloomy, evil, huge and bloated, driving away all creatures with endless malice, including the elves who have lived with it for thousands of years.

"Cuckoo cuckoo-"

"Hiss hiss—"

The chaotic and clear hissing sound was approaching, and the small animals on both sides of the road looked at each other, too frightened to make a sound; their feet were frozen on the ground, as if they had accepted the arrangement of death.

Thrander glanced at the two warriors on the left and right beside the carriage, and reminded them, "It's a bald eagle and a snake." They belonged to dark creatures with a dark aura.

Glendower tightened the reins, and looked at the adults in the carriage with a little surprise.

Thrander didn't care about the other party's surprise, and ordered quietly, "Leggston defends the rear, Glendower defends the right, and the rest, Karl."

Carl was the first to respond, "Yes, my lord."

He drove the carriage and did not delay casting spells.He uttered a spell, and soon, the plants in front and left began to respond differently.

Thrander looked at Glendower, who had shifted to the right, "The weakness of the bald eagles lies in their wings and claws. Your sword energy cannot hurt their claws. Try to avoid attacks and stab them under the ribs of their wings. .The weakness of the charming snake is the snake crown on the top of the head."

Glendower saluted to express his understanding, then drew out his long sword, and stared at everything on the right like a wild wolf.

Legston in the rear didn't speak, and Thrander didn't tell him anything.This young saint fighter has much more experience in dealing with dark creatures than a swordsman.

Pique and Esso leaned together nervously, their big young eyes glanced at Master Fashen from time to time, and then shifted to the increasingly tense and weird atmosphere outside.

The growl got closer.

The carriage traveled another two miles, at this very moment!

A long snake covered with purple scales sprang out from the bushes and charged towards the swordsman!

The little Pique in the carriage screamed, and Esso covered his mouth immediately.

Little Pique stared wide-eyed in horror, watching the swordsman block the ferocious snake's mouth with his long sword, and then drew out the dagger with the other hand and stabbed fiercely into the top of the long snake's head!

Thurander casually threw a glass jar out, just in time to catch the drooping corpse of the enchanting snake.

The glass jar was caught by the swordsman in time and held in his arms.

"Don't worry about it." Thrander told him without raising his eyes, "Concentrate on what comes next."

The swordsman didn't dare to hesitate when he heard the words, and quickly loosened the glass jar.Immediately, I saw the glass jar fly up by itself, and flew towards Legston behind.

It went to pick up another dead snake.

Little Pique couldn't bear to blink his eyes when he saw it, and exclaimed in his mouth that this is so amazing and cool!

Then he grinned and tugged on Esso's sleeve, "Shall we go out and have a look?"

Esuo shook his head, and secretly glanced at Master Fashen, "We will cause trouble for the adults if we go out."

He was telling the truth, although with the presence of the mage, these dark creatures could not harm them, but it was obvious that the mage did not intend to easily intervene in this battle.

Esso could see that the mage was deliberately training, or guiding, the two warriors.

If he and Pique go out now, there is no guarantee that they will not cause trouble to the warriors.

Karl glanced at the two little guys in the carriage and smiled, "Sit behind me and don't move around."

Little Pique's eyes lit up, and he immediately dragged Esso forward.

There are more and more dark creatures outside, and their carriage can't get up any faster.

Glendower rolled over from his horse. He raised his head to face the ferocious bald eagle in the sky, and he couldn't care less about the charming snake under his feet.

Those snakes twisted their slippery bodies and kept approaching the swordsman.Their snake letters are thin and long, constantly testing the messages in the air.

They are looking for the most suitable time to seriously injure this annoying human being in one fell swoop!

Legston's situation is much better than Glendower's.

After all, he is a powerful saint fighter, as long as his grudge forms a set of armor on his body, he doesn't have to worry about the damage of these dark creatures.

But he has the most dark creatures on his side.

When Little Pique looked back worriedly, and found that he could only see dark creatures in his eyes, all the blood on his little face suddenly disappeared.

"Little Duke...Little Duke!" He was so frightened that he almost cried, and it took him a while to realize that he could ask for help from Lord Fashen at this time.

"He's fine." Without waiting for Pique to speak, Thrander explained to him, "He's not injured."

"Really?" Pique asked a little uneasily with two tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

"Hmm." Thrander lowered his eyes, some strange flowers appeared in his hands at some point, and his ten beautiful fingers were constantly flying, weaving the wreath that was already in its infancy.

Little Pique got a definite answer, and was relieved for a while, but was gradually attracted by the garland in the hands of the Master Fashen.

Esso is still paying attention to the battle of Lord Swordsman.

At this time, Your Excellency Swordsman has already suffered a lot of injuries.His shoulders were caught in two places by a bald eagle, his back was also caught in one place, and his arms and legs were bitten by a charming snake.

Although his victories are also very rich.

The siege of dark creatures did not decrease because of the continuation of the battle. On the contrary, they gathered more and more, and became more and more violent.

In those positions that Karl was in charge of, the dark creatures were trapped by plants and nailed in place with wooden thorns.But there are also some clever creatures that will bypass those plants and attack their party from other directions.

This undoubtedly increased the burden on swordsmen and saints.

Gradually, when Thrander's glass jar was filled to the fourth, Night Breeze sent a familiar call.

"Thrander!"

The unconcealable excited voice reached his ears, Thrander's eyes flashed, and a smile could not be restrained from the corners of his lips.

Karl seemed to sense it, he withdrew his defensive magic and offensive magic.

Just when those dark creatures were freed and charged towards the carriage in an instant, slender and vigorous figures gradually appeared one after another!

They slashed and slashed with swords, every movement was smooth, powerful, beautiful and elegant!That is their innate power, the perfection bestowed by the gods!

"Thrander!"

The clear voice broke through the thick night, got into the carriage, and reached Thrander's ears.

What followed was the slight sound of someone stepping onto the carriage.

"Is that you? Thrander!"

Under the soft lighting magic, a handsome elf with long golden hair squatted halfway in front of the carriage door, staring closely at the face that he could never forget.

His Thrande... His Lord Dharma God!

"I finally see you." This is what he said in his heart, he dare not say it, but his eyes have exposed his longing and longing.

Thrander's eyelashes trembled, and he gave him a faint smile, "Your Highness Entfeil."

The author has something to say: Legston: I have confirmed the eyes, it is the person who hangs up with the rival.

Entfeil: I checked the eyes, it's the one who hung up on the brat.

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