The elf was speechless and didn't know what to say. She hadn't lie for many years. Tarrell was anxious next to her, but was stopped by other soldiers and could not get into the mouth. Christina, who wanted to speak but stopped, was very consistent with the characteristics of the suspect. The captain took a step back, pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword, and his posture was quite unfriendly.

"Captain, she is my guest." The voice came from behind, and Christina turned around and saw a living person who seemed to have walked out of a history book. No, she corrected herself. This was a illusion, and everyone she saw was dead.

Historical celebrities always leave a huge legacy for future generations, including everything from biographies to portraits. A few particularly great ones can also be sculptured to retain their faces for future generations to admire. It’s a pity that the library in Rome was destroyed by a fire, otherwise the relevant historical materials would be more complete.

The captain was addicted to the pleasure of finding the spy, and the feeling of being stuck in such a straight shot can be imagined. But Flavius ​​seemed to have a very strong position, which made him difficult to get angry. The male elf stared at Christina for a long time before leaving with his subordinates. It was clearly saying that I have already recorded you.

The Romans and Tarrell were obviously very familiar with each other. They didn't say anything, but just had a look of the matter. The general drove his carriage to the carriage. He helped the ladies get on the carriage, and raised his whip to drive out of the place of right and wrong. She had only seen carriages of the old empire in books, and now she saw that such two-wheeled carriages did not have a seat. She and Tarrell separated the generals from each other. If she were wearing armor, it would be exactly the same as the scene in the painting.

The palace has oil paintings describing major historical events, and similar murals are also available in churches of large scale. The loyal and righteous man like Flavius, who turned the tide, naturally enjoyed a place. The ancient stone buildings on both sides of the street are not as attractive as the celebrity around him. Christina must have been watching it for too long, which attracted the general's attention.

The "real Roman" handed the reins to Tarrell, turned his face to face with Christina. The Knight was like a little girl who saw an idol, lowered his head and looked evasive, and he was very embarrassed.

"It seems that it is a great honor for the elves of later generations to remember me."

The space on the carriage was very small, and the general nodded instead of bowing. Christina went to see Tarrell again, and the witch driving the car did not look back. In this way, it was no joke that he would die in the illusion.

"Yes, Franvius also kept it, uh, sober." She gave the elf the answer. The general expressed his smile, but he smiled bitterly.

The streets of Rising Sun City in the illusion are neat and spacious, and each one is not inferior to St. George's Avenue in the capital. The fast-paced carriage was protested by passers-by, but since there was enough space for people to dodge, Tarrell ignored it. Instead, Christina was not used to it. She made several reminders, but only received ridicule from the driver.

"They are not alive at all." Tarrell commented coldly. The witch was a veteran in driving. She raised her whip and whipped the horse hard. The pain-taking horse ran very fast. Since they didn't treat other tribes in the illusion as humans, the horse would not take it seriously. Christina turned her head to the side and tried to use the scenery on the roadside to drive away the unpleasantness.

She has been to the magnificent palace in front of her. The roof was made of some material, which was colorful under the sun. However, in reality, it was just a giant morgue filled with skeletons and no ceiling. As for the road just passed by on the left, there were neat palm trees as natural guardrails, and at the end of the road was a rectangular building, which was obviously the library where the Kailandier pet cat lived.

What I saw in my eyes was too far from the actual situation, forcing her to face up to the fact that she fell into the illusion. Am I dead? What to do in the future? A series of problems caused her to have a split headache. Christina reached out to press her forehead, but found that her palms turned blood red at some point. The thighs under her skirt also hurt a lot, but she couldn't lift it up in front of the man.

Flavius ​​saw the elf's grin and the general exchanged glances with Tarrell again, and this action was seen by Christina. She could guess what happened, but she just wanted to hear others say.

"What's wrong with me?" Christina asked, holding the carriage handrail tightly to relieve the pain and distract her attention.

"It's your body," General Roman pointed his index finger at the sky, "the body that stayed outside was injured."

Tarrell returned the reins to Flavius, and she stretched her arms through the general so that she could hold Christina's hand. "Don't worry, I'll find a way." Although she didn't believe it, Christina still expressed her gratitude.

If you really have a way, how did the person before die? She is a smart and sensible girl and never exposes others' shortcomings in person.

The elf wizard must have set up some kind of warning magic nearby. When Emily walked less than a hundred steps away from the courtyard wall, a sting of electric shock made her hair stand up. Goosebumps spread along her arms to her chest, and the awkward feeling was like a pair of eyes growing on her back.

She stopped to check her companions and found that no one else responded except herself.

The elf wizard knew we were coming... In this case, Emily didn't need everyone to sneak around. She walked up and patted the knight on the shoulder. When Klaus turned around, she looked down at the other party's sword. The knight understood and immediately became alert. Maya, who was walking behind, quickly pulled the distance with her mother, and the four-person team leaned on each other in case she was caught off guard by the skeletons who had killed all the kowtows.

The skeleton was indeed here. As soon as the Knight raised his shield, a thrown spear hit it. Emily immediately shrank behind the Knight and used Claus's wide back as a cover. She put one hand on the Knight's shoulder to remind the other party not to move around. There are even more harsh enemies waiting for her. Before that, Emily didn't want to waste spells and consume energy.

Klaus had not been trained and was not an infantryman who specialized in protecting the mage. He stared nervously at the enemy emerging from the shadow of the porch. One skeleton grabbed the spear with his right hand and prepared to throw it. The other skeleton bent down and grabbed another shot from the ground. At such a close distance, he was not sure to block two at the same time. The wise tactic was to rush over, look at the skeleton's shaking appearance, and a shield hit could end the battle.

But he had to cover the mage. Klaus gritted his teeth and raised his shield to protect his face without a helmet. Klaus bent his waist to reduce the exposed area, and hoped that Emily would do the same. The distance was very close. As long as he supported these two javelins, he could enter a hand-to-hand combat. The Knight had the confidence to fight one and two. He had no time to care about the remaining two ladies. The Knight slowly moved forward, teasing the skeleton to attack him first.

The spear was not thrown until the end. A flashing warhammer flew past his ear and beat the skeleton holding the javelin to pieces. The knight roared and charged, hitting the surviving skeleton onto the wall. Klaus pressed it against it with a shield, making it unable to move. The sword inserted into the skeleton's wide open mouth and cut off the fleshless head.
Chapter completed!