After saying that, the blood elf restrained the blood in his eyes, reached out to pick up his coat and saber, and walked towards the curtain while wearing them.
When he lifted the curtain of the tent, he was dressed neatly and had a calm face, and he had completely recovered the appearance that a leader of the Holy Knight Order should have.
Seeing him coming out suddenly, the paladin guarding the door quickly saluted him, "Commander, do you have any orders?"
The head of the Holy Knights shook his head slightly, kept walking, and briefly ordered him: "Send more people to the Holy Son immediately."
"Obey!"
Although he didn't understand what happened, but out of absolute obedience, the Paladin immediately carried out Ambrose's order.
In the silent night, only the cold metallic sound of the paladins walking back and forth could be heard.
The instinct of monsters has a strong phototaxis, and the monsters in the Forest of Eternal Night are particularly fierce compared to other places. In order to prevent large-scale attacks by monsters, even such a team has both the Holy Son of Light and The powerful team of the head of the Holy Knights did not dare to use light lighting in the middle of the night here.
So the bishops worked tirelessly to bless every paladin with night vision, so that they could see every detail of every move in the dark, so as to ensure the normal progress of night patrols.
Therefore, the entire place where they are stationed is not bright at all.
Ambrose passed through the patrolling paladins between the tents, passed through the defensive formation outside the tents, and quickly walked into the deeper darkness.
The tip of his nose twitched slightly, catching the slight smell left in the air, and a gloomy red light flashed in the eyes that stretched especially round in the night.
Unfortunately, that sneaky thing ran faster than he imagined, and now it is nowhere to be found.
In fact, if you have to chase him, it's not impossible to catch up, but Cecil is still waiting for him in the tent, so he can't waste too much time on this matter.
His footsteps gradually slowed down, and when he came to a very shallow footprint, he squatted down, picked up a small piece of soil with a fishy smell from the ground with his fingertips, and put it near the tip of his nose to smell. The original white gloves It was stained with a blinding blackness by the dirty soil.
Is this... the smell of an orc
Ambrose frowned reflexively.
As we all know, the race that the elves hate the most in the entire continent of Deland is the orcs who behave rudely.
Even though he is a blood elf whose living habits are very different from ordinary elves, his dislike of orcs seems to be a common feature of all elves, and even he is not immune.
Suppressing the disgust in his heart, Ambrose carefully analyzed the information obtained from the soil.
Judging from this residual smell, the orc who sneaked into the camp tonight should be a powerful orc, but the smell is slightly mixed, indicating that he has other companions, but he didn't act together tonight.
So come prepared
Interestingly, a powerful group of orcs sneaked into the camp of the Holy See of Light in the middle of the night, and it is absolutely impossible for them to have any good ideas.
He rolled off the dirt on his fingertips, got up from the ground, used a cleaning technique to clean up all the black stains on the gloves, and then turned back.
After returning to the station, he summoned the two cavalry commanders who were on the mission with him this time, and ordered with a stern face: "There are traces of the orcs, be more vigilant."
The eyes of the two cavalry chiefs showed surprise at the same time, "But the formation has not been touched."
Because the environment is particularly dangerous this time, the formation on the outer layer of the camp is a high-level defensive formation that the Holy Son of Light and the bishops spent two hours setting up, which can detect biological activities a hundred meters away. trace.
If there are orcs approaching, it is impossible for the formation to be without prompts.
unless-
This orc is strong enough to come and go freely in the advanced defense formation.
Ambrose shook his head, confirming their conjecture, "This orc is very strong. I have already set up an emergency defense formation outside the original formation. I will strengthen my vigilance tonight, and I will ask the Holy Son to strengthen the formation tomorrow."
The two cavalry chiefs did not raise any objection to his decision, and took orders to rearrange the manpower.
Glancing briefly at the paladins who were busy, Ambrose turned and walked towards the tent that belonged to him and the Holy Son of Light.
When he was about to open the door curtain, his eyes fell on his outstretched hand, he paused, then decisively took off his white gloves, completely destroyed them with a devouring technique, and then walked into the tent.
—Even after cleaning it thoroughly with the cleaning technique, he still felt that it had a lingering orcish stench on it.
It's better not to bring this dirty smell into his and Cecil's tent.
The Guangming Shengzi who had been hastily left on the table by him had moved his position at this time, and consciously climbed onto the low bed, and was completely sunk in the soft quilt. Hearing the sound of his return, he opened his mouth Moist black eyes.
He sat up from the quilt with his arms propped up, and asked the visitor, "Did something break in?"
Ambrose took off his coat and saber again, sat on the bed, his pupils turned red, and replied succinctly, "It smells like an orc, very strong."
Hearing the word "beastman", the little drowsiness in He Yan's mind disappeared instantly, and he blurted out uncontrollably: "Beastman?"
Now that the pope is done playing, why did the orcs come out again
What does that mean, do they want to keep trading
After all, the orc patriarch who can make Ambrose evaluate the last sentence as "very strong" is infinitely high.
After all, the orc clan is a race that respects strength, without exception, every orc patriarch is the most powerful orc at that time.
Seeing the round, dark eyes of the Son of Light suddenly staring, the blood elf couldn't help raising his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth parted, and a cold snort escaped from his throat.
He said that the little mouse still had many things to hide from him.
No, one thing was revealed so quickly.
The Holy Son of Light also seemed to realize his gaffe, calmed down his expression as if nothing had happened, and turned to the blood elf and asked, "Have you seen that orc?"
Although the orc patriarch is powerful, he also has the common problem of orcs - dull brain.
This can be clearly seen from the original trajectory, the orc patriarch dared to go to the Pope to "settle accounts" after being seriously injured by Cecil's Forbidden Light, although his strength was so strong that the Pope Afraid, but in the head, ten orc patriarchs combined can't beat a Pope.
If the pope hadn't fallen, the orc patriarch should have been killed by the pope, and the pope was defeated by the blood elves no matter in the original trajectory or in the new destiny trajectory.
So according to this food chain, he has absolute confidence that the orc patriarch will never be the opponent of the blood elves.
"I just found a little trace." The blood elf stretched out his finger with sharp nails, and slid it gently on his cheek, "But, you seem to care about the orcs?"
The beds under them were simply built with treated tree branches after reaching the Forest of Eternal Night. They were very low, only forty or fifty centimeters high.
The blood elf sat on the edge of the bed with one leg stretched out casually, and the other leg slightly curled up, in a very relaxed posture.
However, his darkened eyes and ambiguous threatening movements revealed that he was not as relaxed as he appeared in his heart. He grinned slightly and showed his fangs to the Son of Light: " Darling, why don't you explain?"
He Yan tilted his head to avoid the blood elf's sharp nails, his slender crow feathers trembled slightly, and said as if in compromise: "Actually, it's just a guess..."
"It's okay," the blood elf moved his upper body closer to the Holy Son of Light, stretched out his long arms, and pressed him beside him, almost in a gesture of embracing him, seeming very understanding: " I can help you with ideas."
He Yan organized his language, and said vaguely: "There seems to be some deal between the Pope and the orcs. This deal is related to a very important thing, and it may be related to the Goddess of Light."
Although he didn't mention his role in this transaction, with the meticulous thinking of the blood elves, he connected the "Blessing of Eros" in his body and completed the details of the transaction almost immediately. A seven seven eight eight.
After all, this year's orc patriarch is notorious for his lust and lust. It is said that he eats both men and women, and he especially likes boys who look clean and pure, who are between teenagers and young adults.
With a delicate and holy face, the newly grown, fresh and delicious Son of Light, isn't that the orc patriarch's favorite type
Thinking of this, the blood elf snorted coldly in his heart, his disgust towards the orcs reached an unprecedented height, and the strength in his hands also increased uncontrollably.
Immediately, there was only a "click" sound, and the simple bed he was pressing on cracked a crack.
He was silent for a while, raised his hand and performed a repair technique, quickly repairing that little crack, but he didn't put his hand down again, but directly hugged the waist of the Son of Light in front of him, and pressed him hard In his arms, he bowed his head and kissed it.
There was a flame in his heart containing anger and fear, which burned his rationality almost instantly, making him eagerly looking for a breakthrough to vent it out.
While lips and tongue were intertwined, his sharp fangs slashed across the soft lips of Son of Light, and cut a hole almost immediately.
This was the first time that the blood elf bit his lip when kissing.
The pain nerves on the lips seemed extremely sensitive, He Yan frowned, and tried to push the blood elf away several times, but all failed due to the huge gap in physical strength.
I don't know how long this kiss lasted, but before he died from pain, the blood elf finally let him go.
He Yan opened his mouth and gasped for air, his lips looked extremely rosy due to the intense friction and blood staining.
The blood elf bent down and sucked the remaining blood on his lips carefully, and then said to him in a low voice, "Cecil, I know you are a smart child... so that seed, you are Do you know?"
Although the last sentence was a questioning sentence, it was indeed said by the blood elf with an affirmative tone.
He Yan's eyelashes trembled: "..."
This time, the subject's scheming is too deep, and it's not easy to fool him, so he can't pretend to be a fool, it's really too difficult to deal with.
Seeing that he didn't answer, the blood elf just lowered his eyes uneasily, but he didn't force it. His voice seemed to become more gloomy, and he continued to ask, "You know it exists, why did you still tempt me?"
Although the first awakening of "Gift of Eros" was because he unknowingly seduced the Holy Son of Light, but later, the Holy Son of Light took the initiative to seduce "Ambrose".
—Is he desperate
"Gift of Eros" is a very domineering existence. In the early stage of being awakened by love, it can be forcibly suppressed by external force, but if the host accepts the "irrigation" of others without taking any measures, the world will There is no way to remove it from the host body.
If "Ambrose" was a completely ignorant person who had not resisted Cecil's temptation and thus had a relationship with him, then even the elven holy water would not be able to save this arbitrary and reckless Son of Light!
He Yan: "..."
Although he really wanted to argue that he was just having a bad taste, and he believed that the other party would not really treat him regardless of the situation.
But looking at the way the blood elf was about to explode with his willfulness, he instinctively felt that it was better for him to obediently "admit his mistake" than to tell the truth.
So when the blood elf's voice fell, he stretched out his arm, took the initiative to embrace the blood elf's neck, and kissed the tight corners of his lips flatteringly with the lips that had just been ravaged by the blood elf.
The blood elf looked at the poor Son of Light who only started to sell after the incident, smiled heavily, and educated the Son of Light with his own actions for a whole night, making him pay a deep price for his waywardness.
…
When He Yan woke up the next day, Ambrose who had been lying beside him had disappeared.
He sat up from the bed, and the quilt slipped off with his movements, revealing bruises all over his body.
——If someone breaks in and sees his appearance now, I believe that the scandal between him and his contract knight will soon spread throughout the continent of Deland.
Fortunately, this magical magical world only needs to use a small healing technique to completely eliminate these traces.
He Yan finished packing, ate some breakfast that Ambrose prepared for him, and walked out of the tent. After looking around, he couldn't find Ambrose, so he asked the paladin who was guarding the tent, "You guys?" Where is the head?"
Yesterday he was tossed by the extremely angry blood elves until very late to fall asleep, and now it was almost noon.
Although I don't expect to complete the task on the first day of coming to the Forest of Eternal Night, I can't be so perfunctory.
The paladin replied respectfully: "The leader should discuss matters in the tent of Captain Bruce at this time."
He Yan nodded slightly, and walked towards the long tent of the iron cavalry that the paladin said.
When he got outside Bruce's tent, he happened to meet Ambrose with an indifferent face and opened the curtain, leading a group of paladins including Bruce out of the tent.
When a group of paladins saw him, they rushed forward to salute him as a knight.
Now that the Holy Son of Light has formed a contract with their leader, no matter what the actual situation is, they must show respect to the Holy Son of Light on the surface.
It should have been arranged before, and the paladins scattered and left after saluting him, leaving only the head of the paladins.
Finally, Ambrose bent down and kissed the back of his hand, his blue eyes seemed to be full of starlight, he looked at him tenderly, moved slightly closer, and asked considerately: "Good morning, are you still feeling well? "
He Yan: "...not bad."
The head of the Holy Knights seems to have calmed down completely today, without any trace of the cruelty of last night. After caring for his body tenderly, he extended an invitation to him: "Then, Your Highness Cecil, please come with me. Let's strengthen the barrier together."
It is very difficult to strengthen and upgrade it on the basis of the advanced defensive enchantment. Among all the bishops and paladins here, only their two divine power levels can complete this task relatively easily.
In the process of strengthening the barrier, the leader of the Holy Knights described to him the results of the discussion that he was absent this morning due to physical reasons: "Because there are orcs whose strength is unknown, we decided to leave this time for the time being. Postpone the mission, strengthen your defenses, and settle the orc matter first."
Maybe thinking of something bad, Ambrose's eyes became deeper, and he emphasized to him almost threateningly: "Your Highness Cecil, especially you, must not leave the barrier without my company." step."
He Yan nodded obediently, and in turn comforted him: "Don't worry too much about me, I still have the ability to protect myself."
The potential of this body is huge. In the original trajectory, Cecil was able to use the Light Forbidden Art even when he was imprisoned by the Pope for part of the trial. This time, with precautions, it will definitely not be worse.
But Ambrose didn't know what he was thinking, so he just took a deep look at him, and finally said without comment: "As long as you are obedient, Cecil, I will never allow you to be willful this time."
He Yan: "..."
It seems that the label that he likes to die in the heart of the head of the paladin cannot be completely removed.
For the next half day, Ambrose remained busy and calm, commanding the paladins to create various dangers around them, and preparing some small surprises for the "guest" who could not be traced.
However, He Yan looked at the handsome face of the leader of the Holy Knights under the sun, but saw a deep gloom hidden between his brows and eyes.
He can be sure that Ambrose's current calmness is only a forced disguise, and he is still extremely unhappy.
He only temporarily suppressed it, and sooner or later he will vent this stagnant energy.
And the way this sanctimonious leader of the Holy Knights vented his anger was—
He Yan sighed deeply, and while no one was looking around, he touched his butt worryingly.
Although he has been healed by the healing technique now and there is no trace of the strange feeling, but the soreness of overuse and no rest for a moment really makes people don't want to experience it again.
But before he becomes Ambrose's "punching bag" again, a more appropriate punching bag appears on time and according to the script in the prescribed scene.
The orc tribe deserves to be the winner of the evaluation of "the race that is least willing to use brains in Deland Continent" for 18 consecutive times. The orc who is probably the orc patriarch himself not only wandered outside their camp for two consecutive nights, but also The second time, he stepped into the trap that the paladins had been setting up all afternoon with great care.
The elves are natural experts in traps. These dangers guided by Ambrose are extremely hidden and difficult to deal with. After falling into them, the orcs struggled for a long time until the noise they made attracted all the bishops and paladins. They couldn't get out of the trap.
In the end, only an angry beast roar was heard, and a muscular, muscular lion that was bigger than two adult men jumped out of the trap, its mane exploded, and appeared in front of the fully armed holy lion. before the knights.
Looking at the ferocious orc in front of him whose beast shape was almost two or three times his size, the leader of the Holy Knights showed his first sincere smile since today.
He drew out the saber at his waist that shone coldly under the moonlight, and said to the paladin beside him, "Protect the Holy Son", and went straight to meet the furious orc.
Because both sides were angry, one man and one beast quickly fought together, and under the intentional guidance of Ambrose, the battlefield of the two became farther and farther away from the camp, gradually moving towards the depths of the Forest of Eternal Night .
The paladins who did not participate in the battle were obviously worried about the safety of their leader, and hurriedly asked He Yan if he would go to support.
He Yanguo stopped them: "That orc is very strong, but he is far from being Ambrose's opponent. Since he chose to fight alone, I don't think you need to go and disturb their fight."
The Forest of Eternal Night was originally the stronghold of the elves, and Ambrose could only gain an advantage when entering it; and the lion is obviously an animal that can exert its greatest strength on a flat open area. Words are not friendly.
Because the head of the regiment had ordered them to protect the Son of Light before he left, it was tacitly agreed that they would temporarily obey the orders of the Son of Light. The paladins are a highly disciplined team, so after He Yan spoke, even if someone did not Didn't quite agree with him, but all the paladins stayed where they were.
He Yan listened to the stern roars of beasts coming from a distance from time to time, his eyes gradually became distant.
Just let Ambrose blow off steam.
Maybe he'll save his ass a little tonight when he feels better about beating the orcs.