The Legend of Fatality

The forest elves surrounding Charlie were thin and tall, and everyone wore a thick cloak of winter color. Most people are blindfolded, with only almond-shaped eyes exposed, shining in the shadow of the hood. Their expression did not reveal any information, which made Charlie feel a little uneasy. He did not know how these forest elves found them, nor did they know that these forest elves were waiting for him here, or whether they came from the wounded man on the back of Gary Boma.

One of them jumped from the branch above his head and landed gently on the ground. The forest elf pushed the hood back from his face, revealing a strong, masculine facial profile and pale skin. He wore a crooked black half-face mask and a fresh, dark green tattoo on his body.

His hair was dark and black, and he was tied into a braid. He walked towards Charlie in a light and elegant dance, leaving almost no footprint in the snow. He stopped ten steps away, and when he lowered the bow, he put an arrow on the string. His eyes are like borneol. Charlie had no doubt that this forest elf would kill him with just a little provocation.

Charlie took the Sword of Galamont back into his sheath with a slow and calm movement.

"I found one of your people-Gucerros," Charlie said, pointing to the unconscious forest elf on his horse. "He was injured. I have done everything I can for him, but he needs a therapist."

The forest elf standing ten steps away gave a command, but did not look away from Charlie. One of the hooded sentries took a step forward, let go of the tight bowstring, received the bow behind, and walked to the side of the Burtanian horse. The forest elf is a woman, although she is dressed like her companion. She whispered something, and then placed a hand gently on Garibal's nose. The proud horse accepted her caress and rubbed her hand with her nose.

After doing this, the female warrior of the forest elf glanced in the direction of Charlie. He saw contempt in her eyes, he couldn't help but want to laugh, this expression he hadn't seen in a long time. Then she turned her attention to Guceros, the unconscious forest elf who fell on the Gallibo saddle.

At this time, the leader of the forest elf who came out first spoke, and Charlie could hear his tone full of doubts. Then Charlie saw that the forest elf female soldier lifted the injured elf's chin and looked at his face, his eyes wide open.

Then she immediately turned her head and looked at Charlie sternly.

"Das Ines," she said in a sharp voice. "Hallows, Mitra, Kinnedy, Kurnoko!"

Several forest elves standing in the distance immediately started talking to each other, but they were quickly interrupted by the man Charlie thought to be their leader.

"Keira, Anara, Bish, Nu," he spit out a series of words that also overwhelmed Charlie.

There was a glimmer of light in the air at that moment, and the white deer that led Charlie into the Felwood was suddenly out of nowhere, and walked into the moonlight, as if a layer of tulle was spreading out.

"So, this is no longer a delusion." Charlie panted

The proud creature walked towards him with ease and majesty. Its wide antlers gleamed. A rider sat on the shoulder of a stag, and a lady wore a silk robe with layers of tulle, each layer was so delicate, as if floating in the air.

The veil covered her face and surrounded her forehead with a circle of ivy. A gentle aura enveloped the lady.

Gucerros was released from Garibal's saddle by a pair of forest elves. Cha Ideal wanted to help them, but the leader of the forest elves made a threatening hiss between his teeth, and he raised his bow, Charlie froze and stood still.

The lady wearing the veil slipped off the back of the mount. Although he couldn't see her hidden eyes, he could feel her staring at him, causing his skin to tingle. She should be a witch, Charlie speculated; he had had this strange, creepy feeling before.

Gucerros was taken to White Hart, who squatted down in the snow to greet him. It has no reins, no reins, and no saddles, and can only kneel on its own. The unconscious forest elf was placed on its broad back, leaning forward against its thick mane, and the lady wearing the veil crawled behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Charlie's gaze returned to the leader of the forest elf, and he realized that he was now alone. The elves closest to him have returned to their brother. They surrounded him now, silent, with a cold expression. The forest elves in hoods and cloaks looked like a whole, looking at Charlie's eyes: cold, unforgiving, and unforgivable.

"If I violated your territory and violated any law, I apologize to you," Charlie said.

The forest elves standing still are still silent, their eyes blinking.

"Your people are back ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Charlie pointed at Gucerros and said." My task is completed. I ask that I be allowed to leave safely so that I can fight the enemies threatening my land with my people. "

The forest elves still did not respond.

"It's not necessary," Charlie said as he grabbed the hilt.

At this moment, the opponent finally got a move, and the leader of the forest elf who stood at the front lifted his powerful bow, pulled the bow string, put the arrow on the string, and aimed at Charlie's chest. Within this distance, it can directly pass through his breastplate.

"I am not here to die here," Charlie argued.

When Charlie finished speaking, the leader of the forest elf narrowed his eyes, but he did not shoot the arrow.

Facing the prospect of being despicably killed by a coward's weapon, Charlie could only feel calm. His eyes seemed to be blindfolded, and his soul seemed to lose weight.

"Benevolent lady," he whispered in prayer, "please guide my way, and I will go on."

A black feather floated into view, slowly falling between the elf leader and Charlie, like a polluted snowflake.

A harsh crow sounded nearby, breaking the silence. The flower fairy standing on Charlie's shoulder screamed and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Just then, a little further away, Charlie heard a scream, mixed with bitterness and barbarism.

If the abominable cry is its signal, then it is accompanied by a cold wind whistling through the forest. After the gusty wind screamed, the branches swayed back and forth, and Charlie's tattered cloak fluttered behind him. Something came, he prepared his sword, his eyes narrowed into a slit against the wind.

The winter maid found them.