After the heart-wrenching scream, he experienced two more explosions, which was so violent that the whole building shook. A lot of dust fell down the cracks in the ceiling, forming several gray screens, which made it quite difficult to see the direction of progress. It was definitely Siyuwala who was stumbled! Helena ran up the stairs and the mage passed by Viconniya, who was unable to get up, and took a quick look. The clerk's facial features had become a hole for blood coming out, and it was obviously helpless. The Jazz, who was used to protecting important figures, did not stop and ran to the front of the mage in just two steps.

Lancelot was more concerned about Helena's safety. No matter what was on it, he, a big man, had to be the pioneer. The office of the chanter is located at the end of the corridor on the top floor, so that he could get enough light from both directions. Lancelot originally planned to go up and knock the door open, but the wooden door was blown into two pieces, and thick smoke and fire rush out of the room, flooding half of the corridor. The jazz pulled up the burqa to cover his mouth and nose, and pulled Helena forward. The mage was choked and coughed repeatedly, losing his sense of direction.

Yongzhe's office is a combination of study and living room. Hundreds of books in the bookcase have become the best combustion aids. The fire is so big that people cannot get close to it. Through the thick smoke, you can barely see a woman lying by the wall. Her hair has been burned out, and she can barely recognize that it is Xiyouwala. Yongzhe's whereabouts are unknown. The desk has fallen to the ground and is broken into several pieces. There is a big hole in the wall that explodes.

The jazz asked the mage to stay outside and block his mouth and nose tightly before he dared to enter.

"Help, help..."

One hand touched his boots, and the Jazz almost vomited breakfast as soon as he looked down. Xiyouwara's upper body looked like a wild boar that was overgrown, with a surface full of charred and red flesh. Half of her face fused together, and the elf spoke with the remaining half of her mouth. The fire burned more and more vigorously with the help of wooden furniture and paper, and the armor became a thermal conductor, making Lancelot sweat so hot.

He tore off his burqa to cover Xiyouwara's body, leaned over and hugged the elf and ran out. Helena, who was standing at the door, seemed to disapprove of the jazz hero saving the beauty. The female mage narrowed her eyes and looked at Xiyouwara in the jazz's arms, and finally said nothing. The elf guards appeared from the stairs, and were so crowded in the corridor that they shouted Yongzhe's name and ran to the fired study without hesitation.

The jazz and the mage quickly let the side, and Siyuvala in Lancelot's arms was already breathless. Even so, the elf hugged Lancelot's neck tightly and refused to give up his life. The two later learned that the Star Song's romance was blown out of the window and fell from the third floor into the garden.

This group of elves looked down on her. Everyone walked around her when they saw her. The mother would hold on to the child who was too curious and accidentally approached in time. She would rather go through a lot of trouble to change the route than get close to the damn "Black-skinned Traitor". The feeling of men is more complicated. The dark skin, red eyes and white hair make Maya unique. Compared to the golden light around her, she is special enough. Besides, how could the eldest daughter of Nashaspa's farmer's family be an ugly monster?

But no man would admit to paying attention to her. Maya could feel inadvertent peeping, that's all. No matter where she went, she could form an absolute vacuum around her. The small square in front of her was bustling, and parents took their children to chase and play on the grass, and there were several couples walking side by side. The love of the elves was elegant and implicit, and there were few physical contact between lovers.

In Black Rock City in the dark area, going out for a walk is extremely luxurious and unnecessary. If you don’t want to be stabbed to death in a dark alley, it’s best not to stay at home. Adapt to local conditions, the enjoyment of dark elves is more special, and most of them are related to torture. Since you have become a nun of the Mother of the Earth, you will be a sin to pick up some of your past habits, even if you think about it again.

The capital is very noisy, most of the urban areas are very dirty, with the smell of excrement floating in the early morning, and at night there are drunks and alcohol-made messes. As for noon, hawkers who are busy with life are crowded with alleys, and even the square is not spared. There is no space for a dark-skinned sharp ear to relax? Moreover, she doesn't like being stared at everywhere, and people don't look at her like Christina. Most people are still afraid of dark elves, but they don't say anything.

It was very good here. No one looked at her. Everyone was busy leaving, treating the nun as air. Maya shook her head helplessly, found a tree to sit down. There was a blanket spread there, with complex patterns embroidered on the surface, which felt very good to touch, and it must be very valuable. She said sorry in her heart, and sat down with the mentality of taking care of others' property.

It was so quiet. Close her eyes, she could hear every bird song passing by the treetops, and she would not miss the squirrels who were busy storing food in winter. Emily told the great poet and the knight to protect Maya. Dandrian turned his face and threw this responsibility behind his head to pursue an elf girl who could not be named. Klaus did what he said, but Maya didn't like escorts that followed each other, which was really awkward.

She refused the knight's kindness. The nun was protected by the mother of the earth. Even if she was tied up and almost burned to death, she still believed it without doubt.

The nun's peace did not last long, and she was soon found by the Rangers and told Maya that the Stars of the Stars needed Terra's medical power. How could the white-skinned elf allow the black-skinned traitor to hang out in her backyard? No matter where Maya went, someone was following her behind her butt.

The witch had a ghost in her heart, holding her son in her hands, but her eyes were always staring at the elf sentry. She did not miss every move outside. When she saw a woman with long blonde hair riding on a horse and running towards her, she knew who was coming even if she didn't look at her face. Leya's reaction was to pick up Knight and plunge her head into the crowd. The Rangers didn't have time to completely block the camp, and there was still a section without a fence behind.

"Don't even think about it!"

An arrow flew over the witch's hair, perfectly passing through two men with wide eyes, nailing them into a wooden board supporting the tent. The elves' archery skills are so clever that the witch didn't know whether they heard the words first, or were shot first, or were carried out at the same time?

"Switch it!"

Leya had to do it obediently, and she really had no room for resistance. The black-robed witch turned around slowly and put down Knight in her arms. The little boy was ten years old and she couldn't hold him after a long time. Knight held her hand, and the mother and son were very close.

"We're meeting again, witch." Lolana Xu pulled the bow and pointed it at Leya. As long as it was necessary, he could complete the action of pulling the bow and shooting arrows in the blink of an eye. The female Ranger was not alone, and the sentries standing guard came to help. Leya faced no less than five bows. After the last riot, the refugees became much more honest and no one was willing to lend a helping hand, especially after hearing Lolana called Leya "witch".

"Let Knight go." Lolana accidentally exposed her weakness. "Knight, good boy, come here quickly." The Ranger even let go of the bowstring in order to appease the boy.

Raya grabbed her son tighter instead. She stared at the elf, and the meaning she expressed was very obvious. This is my son! Not yours!
Chapter completed!