"Is this in your plan?" Atsk frowned. "The Osaint Emma people are so rampant that they will attack the elves in the elves' territory?"

"It's not necessarily the hands of the Osaint Emma people." Cyril shook his head, "but the contradiction between the elves may be much greater than what you and I have to think."

"So?" Atsk asked as the soldiers trained in the courtyard surrounded Aris.

He did not notice that Cyril's eyes were withdrawn from the window, but instead fell to Miss Misha who had been silent for a long time on the rattan chair.

Then the boy's clear voice rang:

"So I think we may not be able to compete for this Mu Fenghua."

Cyril looked at the elf lady raising her head. The face that had just looked a little depressed did not show a look of special joy, but she gently placed her hand on her raised chest, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief.

What does this mean?

He guessed Misha's emotions, then quickly walked to open the door: "For specifics, let's talk about it after seeing Aris' injury."

When Cyril and his friends rushed to the courtyard from the conference room, Aris, who seemed to be seriously injured, was surrounded by a group of Siliki legions. The elf's previous attitude towards them was remembered in his heart by the people of Siliki. He would not take the opportunity to make up for it, but he would not give any help.

Cyril took the lead, followed by Misha. The soldiers made way for them. Cyril squatted down and dragged Aris, who was pressed by the Pegasus body and the ground, with a look of pain, from the Pegasus.

When he touched Aris's body, he clearly noticed that the latter's body was extremely stiff. His eyes swept through Aris and Pegasus' bodies, and only saw that there were many tiny holes in Aris's clothes. Pegasus's body was also stiff, and there seemed to be tiny green wood thorns on the fur...

"It is the toxicity of the pivot." Misha's voice of explanation sounded. She stretched out her fingers and gently stroked the white fur of the Pegasus who fell to the ground. Cyril turned around and saw that the elf's face was full of caution:

"This plant will use vines to bind prey, giving it compulsory paralysis, and at the same time increasing the sensitivity of the organism. Then squeeze the prey's body juice, and the amplified sensitivity will magnify the stimulation caused by vines sucking several times, and the paralysis will make the prey unable to move until it is drained and killed in an instinctive top..."

Her slender fingers suddenly pinched and pulled out a small blue needle from the horse's legs: "This is a poison-tempering needle extracted from the Bi Vine. If you can use this poison-induced needle, only one clan will control the Bi Vine."

"Bai Song Clan."

"Bai Song clan?"

"They are a very large Clary elves. It is said that a large part of Clarry's inheritance was left in their clans, but it cannot be verified. I only know that they are a little close to the Black Forest."

Misha took a deep breath, a faint green light lingered in her hands, and the vigorous vitality spread out from her palms and covered the Pegasus. As for Aris, who was not able to receive her care, just lay there in a slanted manner, no longer as powerful as standing with his sword in his arms and bathing in the red sunset.

"It's close to the Black Forest," Cyril asked in a low voice.

"They think that Nora's wrath should be drawn from the Black Forest and turn this power into their own use to restore the glory of the elves..."

This is a history that Cyril has never known. Amasil in 1440 did not have the footprints of players, but it is still carrying out its own story. When players come to Amasil, it is not easy to really get in touch with deep elves, and those stories buried in the forest are naturally not easy to be known to players.

But Cyril can be sure that it was not because of his arrival that Osaint Emma came into contact with the elves in 1440. However, in the game, the elves remained hostile to the Osaint Emma people in the following days.

It seems that the cooperation between the elves and the Osaint Emma people has not continued, but the reason is that-

Could it be that there was an accident at this time of Mufeng Festival?

"He's awake." Misha suddenly said, but saw Aris twitching and sat up suddenly. Before he opened his eyes, he shouted in his mouth: "Abner, is this your choice?"

He shouted for a while before realizing that he seemed to have regained control of his body. He opened his eyes and saw the faces of humans in front of him who were unfamiliar with him.

The only two of them are a little familiar with the eyes, the face with pointed elf ears, which is a bit familiar, but the somewhat annoying half-elf face is handsomely better than many purebred elves, and the face of the female elf...

Isn’t this the little face I found from Misha Aishfan of the Qingxinzi clan and her!

Then he saw the disgusting half-elf curl up his lips and said with a smile: "My Excellency Aris, I don't know..."

Cyril saw his pair of pointed elf ears gradually from white to red, and then his whole face turned red. Aris jumped up and pushed the soldiers on the side like crazy: "Go away, go away, you group of forest-polluting things, let me go back!"

But Cyril did not give the order, and the soldiers would not let go. How could Aris, who had just escaped from his paralysis, have the strength to squeeze out from a group of strong men? Not long after, he sat down with panting and fell next to his pegasus.

He reached out helplessly and gently stroked the Pegasus' head that had woken up but still had no strength to stand up, and the annoying half-elf squatted in front of him again:

"Okay, Lord Aris, I don't have time to make you angry. Tell me what you saw?"

"What did I see? Are you embarrassed to ask me?" Aris said unhappy, "The people of O'Saint Emma were mixed with the people of the White Song clan. I went up to question it, but the cub Aberna actually attacked me. Their camp was covered with vines! Nora was on, and I dared to swear that the bunch of bastards went deep into the Black Forest again... Wait, Mayano, what are you doing!"

He looked at his trusted friend in horror, the Pegasus who had grown up with him since childhood, actually rubbed his head against the disgusting half-elf's hand, and tried to stick his tongue to lick the other person's palm, and he was almost fainted.

"There are all over the vines? Only their camp? Where are the nearby ones?" Cyril continued to ask, stroking the Pegasus' mane casually.

"It seems that there is also in the courtyard next to me, but I don't see clearly, oh, my Mayano..." Aris stretched out his hand and put his arms around the Pegasus' head and said sadly.

Cyril also withdrew his hand and looked back at Atsk behind him:

"Look, a new contradiction has emerged."
Chapter completed!