"Is this guy warning us?" I don't know who said that, but the refugees laughed loudly, not taking only four travelers with resistance seriously.

Orlando lowered his voice and asked Link in the elf, "You might have killed them all?"

Through Finn, he knew that Link hated clearly and would not have mercy on such refugees who ignored the law and morality.

Link's answer was a shooting arrow.

"Puff!" With a muffled sound, the laughter of the man who was talking before turned into a scream, and his arrow was shot into an arrow. The crowd suddenly became quiet, and the severe pain caused the man to fall from his horse. His injuries angered the entire group of refugees, took out their weapons, and shouted that they wanted to cut Link into pieces.

Fighting was inevitable. Orlando plucked the mandolin, played the strings of the zither and the horses stood up and threw the people on their backs off.

The female priest also chanted a hymn with a boosting effect. The four of us who participated in the battle all had holy lights, which were divine arts that could withstand physical attacks.

Link's shooting targets were all arms, with the purpose of dismantling the combat effectiveness of refugees. What he had not expected was that the aristocratic young man took out a long sword from somewhere and rushed into the refugees. Not only did he easily resolve the siege against him, but he also brought down all the enemies around him. All the ones he touched were missing. Compared with that, Link's behavior of only shooting his arm was so kind.

Orlando stopped fiddling with Mandolin. Although he did not show a stunned expression like a businessman, he was also shocked.

Link put down his longbow and stared at the invincible aristocratic young man, and he already had the answer in his heart. If it wasn't a coincidence, it was sent by Chenxi. As a medium that could allow the gods to possess, it was naturally not lower. It was very likely that he was the Dawn Knight with the strongest combat power in the Chenxi Sect.

[You guessed it is indeed the Knight of Dawn. You should be the voter at such a young age.]

Jafar, who was already taciturn, continued to remain silent as soon as he saw Lorelai speak.

After a while, most of the originally arrogant refugees were killed or injured, and the rest ran away.

The priest approached with a slow pace. He tilted his head and looked at the wounded on the ground, "How could you do this, Doyle."

Murmuring sounds one after another, and the injured refugees placed their last hope on the pastor who could save lives and help the wounded, and asked for help with shamelessness.

"Save us!"

"Please show your compassion..."

"I should kill it directly, so as not to waste my divine power to treat it." The sweet and lovely priest who always smiled said such words. Everyone's chin, including Link, was almost dislocated.

"That's right, evil will be eliminated. Keep these scums, and if the injury is healed, it will continue to harm others." After hearing the pastor's complaint, the young nobleman who was originally leaning on his master took his sword and turned around and walked back.

"Wait a moment!"

Link made a sound to stop it. The noble young man called Doyle did not stop. He waved his hand and a wave of light shot out from his hand. In the blink of an eye, all the refugees lying on the ground were killed. The speed was so fast that even Link pulled the arrow and wanted to stop it with arrows.

The golden light changed from waves to scattered. The originally holy symbol looked very strange against the backdrop of dead bodies on the ground. This is a warning, indicating that these people were killed by the Chenxi Sect.

[Now do you know why the priests of Chenxi are not popular?] Lorelai hates the sect of Chenxi not only because of the opposition in the camp, but also because the believers of Chenxi are all paranoid and self-conceived as the incarnation of justice.

Putting down the longbow again, Link looked at Doyle with a serious expression a few steps away from him, "These refugees will not die. Even if they commit murder, there will be a law to deal with it!"

Doyle snorted coldly, "Who was the one who said he wanted to survive and leave now? Why do you have to pretend to be a good person again now?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. The merchant Uk's eyes kept glancing back and forth between the ranger and the nobles, worried that they would fight.

"Don't care about this guy, he's like this to everyone." Orlando walked between Link and the nobles, acting as a peacemaker, and also blocked Doyle's provocative look.

Link said nothing. He bypassed the nobles and returned to the low hill. In order to protect the other four without combat effectiveness, he let the wolf stay here to act according to the opportunity. Fortunately, the scene is still under control.

"Don't be as knowledgeable as him, he's a nobleman at least." Orlando changed to an elf and persuaded Link, worried that he couldn't help but take action and then expose his identity.

"I know, he did it on purpose." Link's expression returned to the facial paralysis belonging to Ranger Melville.

"Um?"

"He killed the refugee because he deliberately wanted to anger me." Pay attention to the young man's eyes being on him, and Link changed his language to Chinese.

Orlando twitched, "Aren't you afraid that they will be suspicious..."

"What are you afraid of? How do you learn the different languages? "Link noticed Doyle's expression when listening to his conversation with the half-elves. After changing to Chinese, a hint of anxiety flashed in the other person's eyes, so he was very sure that Doyle could understand the elf language!

When Orlando heard that the noble young men could understand the elf language, he no longer objected.

Elf language is not a particularly difficult language to learn. It is less rare than dragon language, and less pronunciation than alien languages. But besides the mage, there are only nobles who can learn Elf languages ​​that have been mixed with elves. Especially after the invasion of the undead, the elves cannot escape and have not appeared in human towns for many years. Even merchants gave up on business with elves.

The glow elves and the pillar of the earth are closed in the barrier of the guardian land. The night elves are busy fighting for territory with demons entering the surface from the abyss. The only area in the continent where there are elves is Krenberg. The wood elves there are also called wild elves. The bloodlines are the most mixed among the elves and the only elves who can intermarry with humans. I think the destination of the caravan in Uk is Krenberg, and Orlando's expression becomes solemn.

"I suddenly remembered something."

"What?" Now, it was Link's turn to be puzzled.

“Melville had a relationship when she was young.”

Link suddenly felt an unknown premonition.

"The other party is a mage. I heard that it was a nobleman from Melville. Because of the disparity in status and Melville insisted on leaving Befest, the two broke up in the end. I was thinking..." Orlando rubbed his chin and looked at Link with a gloating expression, "If they have children, they are about the same age as that guy."

It was only a day or two from choosing Melville as the object of impersonation to meeting Doyle. Link touched his forehead, "It's not such a coincidence, right?"

Orlando shook his head slightly. "It's probably not a coincidence, but intentional. Although the Weaver cannot be predicted, have you ever thought that what if the object he predicted was Melville? For perfect disguise, you used the remains of Melville's relics in the union, right? If the kid happened to use the prophecy at that time, wouldn't it be like you?"

This will explain why the aristocratic youth who happened to meet would target themselves, and their illegitimate son and their biological father whom they had never met... were really afraid of anything they were afraid of.

"Have they met before?" It's too late to change their identities now, and Link doesn't want to be seen through.

"No, I just heard that there was something like this. If it weren't for today's incident, I wouldn't be sure the rumor was true or not." Orlando patted Link on the shoulder, "Congratulations, you've been promoted to becoming a dad."

"I'll beat you up." Link didn't want to be a cheap dad when he teased his half-elf. Moreover, Melville's "son" didn't look like he wanted a touching father-son recognition scene. You can imagine how messy the road will be in the future.

The tense atmosphere gradually eased, and the merchants and travelers went to bed again. Link continued his night watch. The morning sunlight brighter than the bonfire not far away made his eyes hurt, and what made Link feel even more unbearable was that Doyle had not slept since his failed language provocation just now, and stared at him through the bonfire. In this situation, he could not meditate openly, so he had to use the daggers he bought at the Vaulet Market to vigil until dawn.

When the convoy set off on the road again, Link climbed into the last carriage and pretended to sleep to avoid Doyle's sight.

In the consciousness space, Lorelai made fun of Link's luck, and choosing a disguised identity would lead to such a complicated story.

Link was unable to complain. How could he have thought that the seemingly unworried Ranger would have such a past? After the matter of Krenberg was solved, he would find a union to change his identity.

[What is the new spell you thought of?] No longer make fun of Link's situation. Lorelai's main interest was on the new spell that Link thought of before.

[I was wondering whether it is possible to use pure magic or pure mental power to release an energy beam. Instead of designing complex spells, it is better to use simple attack methods.] Link explained his idea in detail to Lorelai. Although this inspiration comes from the game, after careful consideration, he felt that it is very feasible.

In order to achieve stronger attack power or create a gorgeous and grand spell effect, the difficulty of casting will increase, and the longer the preparation time will be, so you miss the opportunity to defeat the enemy. No matter how powerful it is, what's the use of being killed before the spell attacks the opponent?

[What you think is right. Spells did not have as many complex factions and spells as the mage's level gradually improved, but humans' own abilities gradually declined. So much time was required to prepare. Enchantment techniques were also invented to protect themselves during casting. As long as one blow could be used to kill, of course, there was no need to follow the routine of ordinary people who accumulate energy to cast spells.]

Is it really feasible? With Lorelai's affirmation, Link excitedly casts his so-called new spell at the long-recovered forest. He saw a beam of energy like a laser shot out from his palm and rotate his body. At the fan-shaped strafing angle, the trees made of spirit were damaged even more severe than last time, and they were directly crushed into powder.

This pure energy attack of Lorelai is not unfamiliar with the gods in the heavenly realm. They do not use some kind of martial arts or magic to attack each other, but this kind of attack method that mainly focuses on their own strength. Is it accidental? Or is the subconscious mind affected by the pillar?

Link then converted the target of attack from combustible but not very strong wood to rock. With the sound of energy fluctuations, the hard rocking was shattered.

[This spell is quite practical, it is too lethal. You should use it with caution against creatures other than undead.] Link was telling himself and Lorelai and Jafar, hoping that they could remind him when he was hot due to some objective factors that did not easily use this nearly dissociative spell on living creatures.

[Strange man, where is there anyone like you who set restrictions on yourself everywhere?] This is Lorelai's evaluation of Link.

Jafar, who was not talking much, promised to supervise him and would never allow him to abuse it.

[It is because of this that I don’t like the Natural Alliance.] Lorelai complained rarely, [Do you have only this new spell?]

[I just think of this for the time being. Although there are many factions of spells, they are all similar. The essential difference is not very big.]

In a meditation state, time always passes quickly, and Jafar prompts Link that it is lunch time.

As soon as he woke up, Orlando reached out to pat himself, so he kindly reminded him that for his own safety, it is best not to touch his body at will while he is sleeping, and be careful to trigger defensive spells.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to eat, Link asked Orlando for more about Melville.

"That guy has no hobbies, just like a monk. He always cares about Befest. I also advised Melville to go to a big city, but he insisted on staying in the wilderness. I really don't know what he thought." When talking about his old friend who had passed away, Orlando couldn't help but complain, "I found that you two are quite similar. They are both stubborn and will not change the decisions no matter who will persuade them."

"I feel that I am willing to listen to other people's advice..." Link firmly refused to admit that he was stubborn.

"Only you will think so." Orlando was about to say something, but suddenly shut up. Following his sight, Link saw the carriage in front slowing down, and then Jafar told him in his consciousness that there were no undeads in front, and there were a large number.

"The Undead?" He hurriedly stuffed the dry food and clean water back into the dimensional bag. Link turned out of the carriage and stood on the wooden ceiling. The view above was wider, and you could see a piece of white things not far away. Rotten and dead air came from the air, and it was indeed the undead.

Orlando also turned up and whistled: "The number is not small. This is not an ordinary wandering undead."

Link said, "It seems that he is here to block us, with an organization, at least with an apprentice leading the team."

"Why, I'm worried that I can't perform it? Hehe~ Let me tell you the truth. Melville is a magic archer." Orlando said this sentence in Chinese.

Demon Bowman? That's not only elves and half-elves... What am I thinking? The rules of dnd do not apply to Edgar. Link asked Orlando, since Melville is a Demon Bowman, at least it means that he is a master rank. Both adventurers and mercenaries are considered top experts, so how could he die in the underground path?

"Don't you know? The team led by Seberian, the leader of the Death Knights of the Immortal Empire. The master level has no chance of winning over the legend level. Not everyone is like you, with the protection and good luck of gods." The fierce battle still made Orlando feel scared. In order to get more people to escape, Melville sacrificed himself.

The topic became heavy, and the situation could no longer be discussed so leisurely. Link jumped to the first carriage where the merchant was. Uk saw so many undead, and was already scared to his feet.

"From this attitude, I came for us." Link was not here to discuss countermeasures with Uk. He was here to tell the merchant that the other party clearly wanted to deal with them and not to escape.

Uk asked palely why?

"It's all your fault!" Doyle, who ran over from behind, accused Link of angrily, who were the refugees who escaped last night and had contact with the dead.

Link sneered, "If you hadn't acted so ruthlessly, we could have kept everyone, without hurting their lives, and without having to face today's unrestrained disaster."

"Now is not the time to have internal strife." Orlando, who caught up, reminded the two who were quarreling, that the undead were still waiting in front of him.

"Let's just turn the horse's head and run away." The traveler driving was weak and his hands shaking, pulling the reins, kept shaking.

"Stop doing useless work. The other party has a mage and can track us at any time. Escape is just to extend the opportunity for the next encounter. There is no change at all." On this issue, Doyle and Link agree with him to face the enemy!

The female priest also got on the carriage, "Since everyone agrees, then start fighting."

"We didn't agree." The four non-combatants were almost vomiting blood.

"What about the battle plan? Put the carriage into a triangle, guard one each, or press it together?" As an auxiliary bard, Orlando, like a priest, can only support it in the rear, and his close combat ability is far inferior to that of a knight.

"I'm responsible for attracting their firepower, and I'll leave the support to you." Doyle chose to break in alone. In his opinion, the other three were long-range.

The priest didn't say anything, probably agreed. Doyle's gaze swept towards Orlando, and when he saw the half-elf looking at Link again, his expression of displeasure was even more ugly.

"Jaffal." This was the first time Link called the name of a wolf in public. Jaffal jumped out of the third carriage and ran forward.

"Carry me for a while and prevent the undead from breaking through his defense."

Orlando raised his eyebrows, not understanding the meaning of Link's move.

Link did not explain too much, and directly stepped on the back of the wolf. After the treatment of the natural technique, Jafar, whose body had recovered, could carry the weight of Link. And while running, he felt that his body became extremely light and immediately realized that this was the son of nature who used the wind control technique, which reduced his own weight while also speeding up its speed.
Chapter completed!