I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 457 Druids Heading East

Seeing Centurion Laurik falling into the river and disappearing, the ten cavalrymen who were crossing the river with the dark elf captives panicked for a moment.

According to Laurick's suggestion, they would take the prisoners forward and at least buy time for negotiations.

Regardless of whether the negotiations succeed or fail, this small team of his has bought a chance for the larger force to catch its breath, and after the war, it will gain considerable credit.

But what they couldn't understand was that the negotiations were declared over before they even started.

A paladin who was usually close to Laurik pulled out the war hammer hanging beside his horse's neck and hit the head of the prisoner next to him.

This paladin was very young and had not yet learned Laurik's slickness. He only wanted to kill the captives and avenge his superior.

But before he could raise his hammer above his head, a pink magic ball hit him hard in the face.

The paladin, whose face was covered with an unknown spell, felt his skin stiffen, and then the strange stiffness spread from his neck to his entire body.

His body was completely unable to move, and he could only remain sitting on the horse with the war hammer in his hand.

But he was still conscious.

The young knight watched as a group of dark elves emerged from the ground and raised a short stick of an unorthodox shape towards him.

Then, a barrage of pink magic balls poured down all at once.

These magic balls seemed to have eyes, and they fired one at each cavalryman guarding the prisoners, one for each person, no more and no less.

Soon, his own team suffered the same blow as his own, and sat on their horses, motionless.

A few unlucky guys who were sitting in an unbalanced position fell into the river with their legs crossed, and just disappeared downstream.

"City Guards! Release mass spells at their backs! Fire freely!

Use all the fireball entanglement techniques on me!

Mystic sorcerers, follow me and charge to rescue our sisters!"

The dark elf with bare shoulders shouted something loudly, but his eardrums were completely stiff and could not vibrate due to the sound waves.

I can't hear anything anymore.

……

In the heart of the gray haze forest, at the foot of a dirt slope only twenty feet high, cavalrymen wearing full armor were thrown to the ground.

Most of the human cavalry had completely stopped moving, and dozens of them were struggling and crawling on the ground, without the strength to stand up.

Broken weapons were scattered everywhere, and some pieces of armor were covered with cracks caused by frost.

This surviving human cavalry completely lost its combat capability.

Under the attack of the dragon, only a few cavalrymen were left alive.

The naked Archbishop Bol snatched the cloak of an orc druid and covered his lower body tightly.

"What bad luck! These guys are so difficult to deal with. They always like to hit me on the head..."

Bol stroked his big bald head. The place where the scars had been eliminated by Ivan's healing spell had now been filled with wounds with grooves.

Even the beard around his mouth was shaved off, making him look very funny.

The distressed girl, Lovita, wearing her own spiked armor and holding a meteor hammer in her hand, almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

This frost giant-human hybrid is just hilarious.

A bloodthirsty race actually chose to become druids who uphold the principle of balance and became the patriarch of a region.

If it were just this, it would still be one of the few inspirational stories of people turning over a new leaf in the main material plane.

But this guy has been approaching me intentionally or unintentionally recently.

As a god who ascended to godhood in the Third Age, how could Lovita not see the little thoughts of this bald middle-aged man?

It was only for Alduin's sake that I didn't kill him outright.

After all, this bald man is the grandson of the ancestor of the Frost Giants, and without the supply of divine power, he cannot defeat Alduin who has been hiding in the main plane for tens of thousands of years.

However, this did not prevent Lovita from making a few remarks from time to time.

"Hurry up and get dressed, our Master~

Compared to the fact that you can turn into a dragon, the story of the head of the North District Cult running naked in the Gray Haze Forest is more attractive.

Look at little Senna, she has already taken out her little notebook..."

Glancing at Senna, whose face was beaming and writing furiously, Paul couldn't help but shudder.

He knew too well the ability of this seemingly harmless girl to spread rumors and cause trouble.

Something like "The Story That the Perverted Noble and the Priest Have to Tell" has been a hot topic of conversation among the residents after dinner until now.

Bol tightened his cloak, glared at Senna angrily, and walked towards the east in dejection.

"Let's go! Don't leave anyone behind to clean up the battlefield.

Even if some of these cavalrymen escaped, they would not pose any threat to the garrison.

Let's get going quickly, we can still reach the Elven Courtyard before sunset."

Lovita showed a playful expression.

She turned around, glanced at the survivors still struggling at the bottom of the slope, and calmly gestured to her oath-breaking knights.

Afterwards, two female knights, also wearing spiked armor, quietly left the team heading east.

When the large druid army reached the outer wall of the elven courtyard, the two female knights came back covered in blood.

However, Boll, who was at the other end of the team, didn't notice any of this.

He was looking at several elves who were repairing the city wall.

One of the men was particularly tall, carrying a hardwood longbow on his back that was taller than him.

Seeing the approaching druid, the tall elf jumped down from the nearly 20-foot-high city wall and stood in front of Bol.

When the other party saw a human who was almost a head taller than him, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon asked Bol in a vigilant and majestic tone:

"State your purpose, druid.

I remember that the Elven Courtyard was only recruiting people with elven blood, and not humans... or the half-bloods of frost giants..."

This tall elf is naturally the god of hunting, Solonor.

After he returned from hunting, he learned of the invasion of the Fourth Horseman and seemed extremely upset.

As one of the few elven gods who still have a certain combat power after being suppressed by the plane, Solonor believes that protecting the Elf Courtyard, the new kingdom of God, is his unshirkable responsibility.

Therefore, he took the initiative to run to the outer city wall and brought several elves to strengthen the fortifications.

Just when he was working hard, this very strange-looking army came into his sight.