"Elves?"
Everyone was puzzled, and a knight couldn't help but murmured.
"But, according to the intelligence, the elves we captured were not so short."
The knights looked at each other, then their eyes fell on the captain.
"Captain, what should we do?"
"Did the leader say that, the elf girl?"
"No"
Bernard shook his head, recalling that someone had indeed mentioned another elf during the meeting.
"According to the intelligence, there is more than one elf here."
"In Linxia Town, there once appeared a white-haired elf cub!"
"If I'm not mistaken, the elf in front of me is..."
"what?!"
The knights were very excited. As long as they could capture the elf cub, they would definitely make a great contribution.
Then it's obvious.
Catch the elf in front of you.
However, without the captain's order, they dared not move forward. They could only stand silently and watch Bernard who was lost in thought.
Bernard stared at the silhouette in the red mist.
Make sure everything matches the intelligence.
But why does this elf cub appear here?
And what about this faint red mist and the red lines derived from the red mist?
Suddenly, he remembered the previous mission of the Fourth Guardian Knights.
The red mist before his eyes was so similar to the blood mist that annihilated the entire Guardian Knights.
But it shouldn't be.
If it was really the blood mist that swallowed everything, why would the elf be in the center of the red mist, as if nothing had happened?
Furthermore, the concentration of this fog is also very low.
Just as Bernard was lost in thought.
An anxious knight Randolph couldn't help but go up, approach the red fog, and reach out to touch it.
"do not want!"
Bernard came to his senses and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
"This, what is this?"
The moment Randolph touched the red mist, the armor he was wearing was stained with red mist.
And it was corroding and devouring the armor at an extremely fast speed. The red mist attached to the arm of the armor burned like fire meeting dry wood.
"Take it off!"
Bernard gave the order quickly, and Randolph was also decisive and took off his armor immediately.
But his arms were still stained with that strange red mist.
"No"
Randolph was very scared. Was he going to die?
Just die uselessly like this?
He is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die in such a difficult way!
"Stretch out!"
brush!
A ray of light passed by, and the arm stained with red mist was instantly cut off by Bernard.
"Well!"
Randolph covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, while Cassie took out a healing potion from her ring.
He stepped forward and scattered his hands on Randolph, tore off his clothes, and wrapped Randolph's broken arm.
"Back off!"
Without Bernard's order, the knights still quietly retreated a few steps after seeing Randolph's miserable appearance.
They did come here with the awareness that they would die.
But this does not mean that they are not afraid of death.
It doesn't mean that they will die in vain.
Died inexplicably.
It is undoubtedly a stupid behavior to die without even knowing the situation of your opponent.
"This is?"
Bernard stared at the armor Randolph had taken off.
At this moment, the red mist attached to the armor was like a flame, and it disappeared in a few seconds.
Cassie supported Randolph with some concern.
It was the first time he had seen such a strange situation.
"What on earth is going on with the red fog?"
"besides"
Cassie's gaze fell on the gorgeous figure within the red mist.
"Is that really an elf?"
Cassie's doubts are also the doubts of many knights.
Is that really a spirit, not a demon?
What kind of elf would have such a weird move?
They had never even heard of this red fog.
"do not know"
Bernard shook his head, his eyes sharp, as if he was thinking about something.
But soon, he made a decision.
"Everyone step back one step"
After he finished speaking, Bernard decisively took out the Wind Fan, a rare item bestowed by the emperor upon their knights.
A palm-sized fan emerged from Bernard.
The moment the fan appeared, Cassie felt the air around him suddenly freeze.
It was as if he was bowing down to the palm-sized fan in front of him.
The knights instantly became alert after seeing the wind fanning in Bernard's hand.
You know, this fan is so powerful that it can even move hills and fill up the Dead Sea!
But maybe it's too small?
Just when everyone was confused, Bernard took a deep breath and tightly grasped the seemingly ordinary fan with both hands.
Then, his lips moved slightly, as if he was silently chanting some spell, while slowly injecting magic power into the fan.
The fan began to change under the nourishment of magic.
The originally small fan gradually expanded and grew rapidly as if it were injected with life.
In just a moment, a huge fan that was two meters long appeared in front of everyone.
A mysterious light flows on the fan, as if it contains endless power.
"Since we can't touch them, just blow them all away!"
Bernard stared at the red mist in front of him, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty.
He raised his fan high and shouted towards the red mist:
"The wind is coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fan began to vibrate violently.
Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind suddenly gushed out from the fan, sweeping towards the red fog with a devastating momentum.
The wind was so strong that it seemed as if even the sky and earth were changing color.
The big trees swayed violently in the strong wind, and the leaves rustled, as if playing a prelude to the coming storm.
Terrifying air currents swirled around Bernard, like roaring dragons.
They gather on the Fenglai fan, adding a bit of mystery and majesty to the fan.
Bernard fanned lightly, and the gust of wind rushed out like a wild horse.
"boom!"
After a loud bang, a torrent of wind launched a violent attack on the red fog.
In just a moment, the red mist was blown into pieces by the strong wind and disappeared without a trace.
Only the red lines dancing freely in the air remained, reminding people of the red fog's former existence.
And the figure above the red fog also came into their sight.
For a moment, everyone held their breath.
In my heart, I admire the elves, their peerless beauty that is loved by the world.
The most beautiful tribe, worthy of its reputation.
Her delicate face is like a work of art carefully carved by a sculptor, with every inch of the lines being just right;
The skin is as white as snow, exuding a faint glow;
And the snow-white hair swayed gently in the breeze, as light and pure as the first snow in winter.
Before seeing an elf, Cassi was very puzzled by the fact that in ancient times, various tribes worshipped and captured elves.
But when I saw the elf in front of me.
He might understand a little.
It would be a very happy thing to catch such a beautiful creature and keep it in a cage. (End of this chapter)