Noble Emblem

Nanna hated Beta so much that she would dream about him almost every night when she went to bed.

Therefore, after she entered the city, even though she was far away, she recognized Beta just by her body shape.

After seeing her unforgettable enemy, she couldn't hold back her anger at all, and her first reaction was to pounce on him.

And then... he jumped into the street.

The gap between the two cannot be bridged by anger alone.

When the Nightsaber pounced, Beta dodged sideways, grabbed Nanna's clothes on her chest, and threw her to the ground. The huge impact knocked her out and she could only moan unconsciously.

When the elves of the Elf Envoy saw this scene, they were horrified. They mobilized their mounts to surround Beta. Then they drew their bows at Beta on the ground. One of the handsome elves shouted angrily: "Despicable humans, let go. she."

"Despicable?" Beta's long sword was still pointed at Nanna's neck. He stood up, then raised his right foot without mercy, stepped heavily on Nanna's chest, and sneered: "But she was the one who moved first. hand."

The elves were unmoved. In their view, humans themselves were inferior. Nanna was a genius in the clan. So what if it was the one who made the first move?

"I say it again, let her go or you will die." The elf just continued to shout.

Beta smiled, ignored him, turned to look at Glinton, who was slowly walking over, and asked, "What do you think?"

"Put your weapons away." Glinton said to the elves next to him: "This is human territory. No matter what, Nanna struck first, and she was the one who was wrong."

Although the elves were very reluctant, Glinton's prestige was indeed relatively high. The elves put away their weapons and glared at Beta.

"I am Cook-Green." Beta let go of his feet and said to Greenton: "Nice to meet you, the legendary strongman of the elves."

Cook-Green!

Glinton smiled. He remembered that in dreams before, his master often liked to change his name and surname to do some more difficult tasks. He understood it as soon as he heard it.

"Nice to meet you too." Glinton decided to cooperate with his original master: "I apologize to you for Nanna's behavior. Also, can I take her away?"

Beta took a step back and made a 'please' gesture.

The two elves rushed over, picked up the unconscious Nanna, and returned to the team.

The night saber walked over and gently licked its master's face.

After giving a slight nod to Beta, Glinton led the people away and headed to the palace.

A group of soldiers gathered at the city gate. They thought the elves were going to cause trouble, but now that the situation had calmed down, they retreated.

After Glinton disappeared, Beta wandered around the street casually, but felt a little confused.

The elves have always been solitary and rarely participate in external affairs. It is said that for more than a thousand years, he has never attended the coronation ceremony of any king. When his own queen is crowned, she never invites foreigners.

However, because France claims to be the largest country, almost all foreigners will send an invitation letter. It doesn't matter whether you come or not, as long as I understand what I mean.

With this idea in mind, every time a king of France is crowned, he will send a magic message to the elves, dwarves, and even the orcs. For hundreds of years, foreigners have never appeared at the coronation of the new king of France. At the celebration, but this time, the elves actually came.

So Beta felt very strange and thought that there must have been great changes within the elves, and she didn't know why.

After wandering around for a while, Beta returned to the reception room. The archer had already returned first. The hickey on his neck hadn't had time to fade, and he knew he was going to do something at a glance.

Next, the three of Bradley went out for a walk.

Perhaps because he was too tired from doing certain things, the archer quickly fell asleep. There are also bookshelves in the reception room with some biographies or travel notes on them.

These books are very new, Beta took one and was passing the time.

After a while, I heard the sound of the other party opening the door, and then there was a knock on Tina's door.

Out of instinct to care for her companions, Beta got up, walked to the door, and gently opened it a crack. Although the palace is very safe, it is a foreign VIP area, and there are many envoys from other countries. Who knows if the envoys from those countries have any brain problems.

Standing at the door, if something happened to Tina, Beta felt that she could go to the rescue faster.

Paladins are indeed very strong, but if they don't wear equipment, their strength will be reduced by at least half.

A man's voice came from outside the door, which seemed a little feminine: "Beautiful girl, you are the hottest sun I have ever seen, and you are also the gentlest moon I have ever seen. Your eyes are like clear lake water, and your skin is like Milk is generally smooth and fragrant.”

The man praised Tina in a aria-like voice, and then Beta heard Tina's helpless question.

"Then what?"

Uh... The man seemed stunned. Tina's reaction was completely beyond his expectation.

"I know I'm beautiful, I don't need you to tell me." Tina's voice contained a hint of impatience: "At least fifty people have told me about your unoriginal poetry."

Then there was the merciless sound of the door closing.

When Beta heard this, she almost laughed out loud. He really didn't expect that Tina, who usually looked gentle and gentle, would have such a side.

Nothing happened in the next two days. Beta occasionally chatted with Tina and spent most of the time in the reception room. As the coronation ceremony got closer and closer, there were more and more foreign VIPs in the foreign VIP area. Foreign envoys stay.

Soon it became a bit lively here.

A group of messengers with different tones and skin colors came back and forth here. Tina was the one who received the most visits. After all, she was a beautiful girl, and everyone liked to get close to her.

Then on the third day, Beta left the palace and turned left and right to a restaurant. It was a bit remote and there were not many people here.

He went up to the second floor and knocked two long and three short codes. After a while, the door opened a gap and Beta ducked in.

Sitting in the room was Glinton.

"If you want to see me, you don't need to be so secretive." Beta sat down and asked directly. There is no need for so many complicated etiquette between friends.

Two days ago, when they met in the city, Glinton used a secret code that was only known among the Knights of the Round Table in the game back then, and agreed on the time and place for today's meeting.

Glinton sighed: "Actually, I have something to ask you."

"Well, tell me. As long as I know, I can answer it."

"Our ancestor is back, and she asked us to find someone. Based on her description, I think that person should be you."

Beta was a little strange: "Your ancestor? The World Tree?"

"No, the mother tree is the mother tree, and the ancestors are the ancestors." Glinton thought for a while and said, "She said you took her bath towel away."

Oh... Beta suddenly realized who Glinton was talking about.

"That female elf is your ancestor?" Beta thought for a while and didn't find it strange. "Yes, judging from the style of the tomb, she is indeed a person from the pre-elf era."

Upon hearing this, the corner of Glinton's mouth twitched: "You didn't dig up the grave of your ancestors, did you?"

Beta laughed dryly.

Glinton sighed helplessly. The Golden Sons all have quirks and always like to dig other people's graves. This is not a problem of one or two golden sons, but all golden sons have this habit.

Sometimes Glinton really doesn't understand what the Golden Sons think and why they are so obsessed with digging other people's ancient tombs.

"I can only pretend that I don't know it's you." Glinton felt discouraged: "But then again, you have become a lot stronger."

When Glinton saw Beta a year ago, he felt that he could win surely. But now when he sees Beta again, he feels that he is no longer sure of victory.

He had known that the Golden Sons grew up very fast, but when he saw that Beta was about to enter the legend again, he felt that the hero was short of breath. I have worked hard for nearly three hundred years to achieve this level of strength, and the man in front of me has caught up in just a few years.

"There is another thing that I must talk to you about." Glinton said seriously: "We, the elves, plan to open our borders and actively integrate with the human world."

Beta was a little surprised: "Have you enlightened those old antiques from the elves?"

"On the contrary, Lord Morton and the others did not have this idea." Glinton smiled and said: "The person who promoted this was the ancestor. She single-handedly defeated all of us with force, and then convinced the Mother Tree."

"Well, it is indeed a big deal." Beta thought for a while and said: "But your Elf Forest is too far away from our Kingdom of Hollavin. Even if the border is opened, it has nothing to do with us. Did you specially invite me here today? Just to talk about this?"

"No, it has something to do with you. Since the borders are open and we actively integrate into the human world, then the major religious religions are naturally the goals of our alliance." Glinton smiled: "You are the pope of the Waking Divine Cult, so you should handle this matter. . We have sent people to the wetlands...er, Waking City, but I didn't expect that you would actually be lurking here. Since I can't tell you the matter in public, I can only invite you out secretly."

"Forging an alliance, we really need to go back and take a look." Beta didn't feel embarrassed. Although Waking City was far away from here, it was only a matter of two or three teleportation spells.

"Thank you for your message." Beta suddenly mentioned something: "By the way, the female elf named Nanna the day before yesterday seemed to have used cavalry skills. Did you teach her? Do you plan to let the elves have real light skills?" cavalry?"

"The elves need cavalry."

Beta nodded in agreement. The elves do not have a solid forward line, because the elves are generally weak and cannot form a real offensive infantry. In war, without a solid forward line, it is very disadvantageous. If the long-range formation is approached by infantry and cavalry, it will collapse in a rush.

But if they cooperate with the night sabers and become light cavalry, they can barely have a forward line. With the mobility of the elves' archers, as long as someone helps to contain them, they will have more tactical space to maneuver.