The female mage's face was filled with unwillingness and disbelief. She slowly fell to the ground, and her body gradually turned cold.
Leas seemed to secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Joelson dispersed the ice blade and took out a clean white handkerchief to slowly wipe the bloodstains on his hands.
Elegant, calm, and noble, as if he had accomplished a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.
"Leas, which batch is this?"
Leas frowned and thought for a while before saying, "It's the third batch. Young master, I'd better put on my scarf."
Joelson shook his head and said indifferently, "It's not because of you. They died because they deserved to die. Since they are greedy, then they should be prepared to pay the price for their greed at any time."
"Let's go."
After saying this to Leas, Joelson walked into the depths of the forest.
There was no need to deal with the scene or the bloodstains. In less than a day, the corpses behind him would be licked clean by the magical beasts that came smelling the blood.
At night, a small bonfire.
The young adventurers sat around the bonfire, relaxing their fatigue during the day.
The flickering flames protected the girl's beautiful face.
This face that seemed to make the moonlight lose its color was now shrouded in a faint worry and melancholy.
"Rosalind, eat something first."
A roasted deer leg was handed over from the side.
The girl shook her head slightly and said softly, "Brother, I'm not hungry yet."
The handsome young man who looked somewhat similar to the girl could not help but frown.
"Rosalind."
The handsome young man said rudely, "If you continue like this, then I can only ask Herman to send you back immediately."
A middle-aged man next to him opened his eyes.
His bright eyes were like a bolt of lightning that lit up in the darkness.
The girl named Rosalind was silent for a while before she took the deer leg obediently.
Only then did the handsome young man's eyes become gentle.
At this moment, someone walked up quickly.
"Young Master, if we keep lighting the bonfire at night, we might attract magical beasts. Should we..."
The handsome young man glanced at Herman who was beside him. Herman said indifferently, "The magical beast territory of the Elf Forest is strictly divided. We can only encounter tier 8 magical beasts in the middle and outer areas. It doesn't matter."
"Then there's no need to extinguish it."
The handsome young man waved his hand, indicating for that person to leave.
At this time, a figure silently floated out from another patch of grass. He said in a low voice, "Young Master Bradley, someone is approaching us."
Everyone who was resting instantly picked up their weapons. Each of them exuded a strong aura.
There were mages and knights.
Only Herman did not seem to care. It was as if everything around him did not interest him at all.
"How many people?" Bradley asked in a low voice.
"Two. It seems to be a man and a woman."
"Tell them to come over. Everyone else, be on guard."
"Yes."
Soon, two figures appeared in front of everyone.
A handsome young man and a delicate and slender young girl.
The two of them seemed to be covered in starlight as they slowly walked out of the night, causing everyone to be in a daze.
"Elves."
Herman narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.
Everyone subconsciously looked at Leas, and naturally noticed her slightly pointed ears.
Joelson looked at this group of people coldly, and the tungsten wood staff appeared in his hand.
The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense, as if the battle would happen in the next second.
"Stop!" Bradley shouted.
This group of strange adventurers could only slowly put down the weapons in their hands.
"We have no ill intentions. We don't want to be enemies with you."
Bradley stood up and walked in front of Joelson, but he was facing the direction of Leas.
"We are friends of the elven race. We are here to visit the elven race."
As he spoke, Bradley made a strange and solemn gesture.
Joelson saw Leas' eyes light up, and he returned the gesture in the same way.
Bradley invited the two of them to sit down by the bonfire.
But Joelson didn't relax at all.
This was the only shortcut to the Elven Holy Land.
He did not expect to meet other adventurers.
This group of people gave Joelson a very different feeling from ordinary adventurers.
They seemed to have trained very well, and their strength was all above level 7. They vaguely formed a formation to protect the young man and woman in the middle.
They were more like guards than adventurers.
Moreover, if he was not mistaken, this young man, Bradley, who was no more than 20 years old, had clearly reached the level of a level 7 knight.
A genius who was not inferior to Don Quixote at all?!
What he could not see through the most was the middle-aged man standing silently behind Bradley.
His strength was completely undetectable by Joelson.
There seemed to be an invisible energy field around the middle-aged man's body. Whenever Joelson's spiritual power tried to approach him, the other party would glance at him.
This made him feel as if he was being targeted by Du Lu.
At least level eight!
And it was very likely that he was a level nine knight!
Why would such a powerful group of people come to the Elf Forest?
There was no way for Joelson to know, so he could only stay by their side for the time being.
Even if the other party really had some bad thoughts, he was absolutely confident that he could summon Du Lu and escape safely in the shortest time possible.
Bradley and Joelson casually exchanged a few words.
It showed that they were well-mannered and had a prominent family background. They looked more like a noble than a new noble Marquis who graduated from Tulip Magic Academy like Joelson.
But they didn't look like people from Alcott or the surrounding kingdoms.
The other girl who was silently eating the roasted deer leg didn't say a word from the beginning, as if she had a heavy heart.
After that, Bradley was very friendly and gave a brand-new tent to Joelson and Leas.
Joelson felt that the other party was doing this because of Leas' identity.
At night.
Herman silently walked to the side of Bradley, who was facing the bonfire and silently wiping his sword.
"Are there any problems with these two?" Bradley asked.
Herman shook his head slightly and said, "This young man is quite talented. He is a sixth-rank mage. At the same time, he also cultivates the way of knights. He has also reached the seventh-rank knight."
The corner of Bradley's mouth twitched slightly as if he found it funny.
"He seems to be a student who came out from some academy to train. There is nothing to pay attention to. On the contrary, it is the elf."
"What's wrong with the Elf?"
Herman revealed a rare serious expression and said, "I feel a natural aura from her body, second only to the moonlight priest of the Elf race."
"Really?!"
Bradley immediately stopped wiping his sword, his eyes bursting with surprise.