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

Xiling led the second clearing team through the gray haze forest that had already turned white.

They were not moving very fast because in early winter, branches that had become brittle in the low temperature would occasionally be broken by the snow and fall from above.

Of course, judging from the contemptuous expression the short girl gave a certain human, this was not the only reason.

The druids are good at walking in the woods, so their speed is naturally not slow.

The Elf Lin Liya's ranger rank has almost reached the middle level, and she can move faster through the forest;

The beautiful elf Tirian, who wields two long swords, is also an agile and nimble warrior who can easily avoid rocks and tree roots on the ground.

As for a certain former noble Lord, Ivan...

Just by looking at Lian's eyes, you can clearly see how fast Ivan is moving.

"Sister, sister, look,

That pervert has been knocked down three times by me...

I heard that human nobles have personal maids to sleep with them since they are very young.

That human pervert is so weak, maybe he has more than one maidservant...

So sister, you must keep your eyes open, you have been getting close to this pervert recently..."

Ignoring her sister's muttering, Xiling focused on observing the movements around her.

They had now passed the place where Alvin and Lian had fought before.

A little further ahead, you will reach the ruins area of ​​Misdren, which is full of abandoned colonnades.

From the beginning till now, they have not seen a single fallen elf. This abnormal silence makes Xiling a little worried.

Suddenly, there was a sound of branches rubbing against each other in front of the team, and the team quickly hid behind a tree.

Then, seeing that it was the Elf Ranger who had returned from reconnaissance, they each walked out of the shadows.

"What's the situation? Have you found any traces of the Fallen?"

Lin Liya shook her head.

In order to make his movements easier, the elven ranger did not wear a cloak, but instead wore the light leather armor he brought from the elven courtyard.

"I have walked to the top of the tomb where I was teleported, but I still haven't found any active Fallen."

She took the water bag handed to her by Lian, took a sip to moisten her frozen and dry lips, and continued.

"But I have discovered traces of intelligent creatures, all heading in one direction."

"Oh no, the perverted human was right!"

Lian immediately realized that this was the situation that Ivan had mentioned to the priest in the Oak Hall before.

Xiling turned her head and looked at Ivan.

"It seems that your analysis is correct. Now, do you have any good suggestions?"

After experiencing the rescue operation, Xiling is more willing to trust Ivan's judgment in some aspects.

"Now? Isn't it easy now?

Scout the enemy, formulate tactics, and choose to defeat or limit the spread based on the number of enemies.

Come on, Miss Lin Liya, which direction do the footprints you observed lead to..."

The young man from Blue Star who doesn't know "The Art of War" but has played "The Battle of So-and-So" now looks like a tactical master.

……

On the east side of the Haze Forest, a tall cloaked figure was walking in another area.

According to previous analysis, if the fallen elves gathered, there are two most likely places:

The ruins of Misdren between the Druids' Residence and the Elven Courtyard, and the depression leading south from the Elven Courtyard.

These two places are surrounded by large barriers of giant trees, which naturally block the progress of the Fallen.

Archbishop Bol is now hiding in a giant tree next to the southern depression, staring at the densely packed fallen elves below, wandering unconsciously in the middle of the depression.

"Ms. Mielikki, you have given me a very difficult problem...

There are at least a hundred crazy elves down here..."

After talking to himself for a while, Boll prepared to change direction and observe more carefully.

"what?"

He returned to the place where he had just been, and a slight discovery came into his sight out of the corner of his eye, which made him a little alert.

"That Fallen One is a little different..."

……

In the Gray Forest, there are still many elven architectural ruins from the Misdren period that have not been restored or excavated.

Due to their age, most of the buildings are buried deep underground, with only the taller stone pillars and some domes still exposed above the ground.

Thanks to the unique craftsmanship of the high elves, some of these stone buildings have retained their original shapes even after tens of thousands of years.

Not long ago, some ruins near the Elf Courtyard were a holy dating place for young elves.

Unfortunately, now these originally quiet and secluded "dating sanctuaries" are filled with fallen elves who are obviously not here for a date.

There were nearly a hundred figures wandering around the collapsed stone pillars on the ground of the ruins, and some of them were banging their heads against the broken walls.

Most of these degenerates are empty-handed and were probably just ordinary civilians before their degeneration;

There were less than ten Fallen holding weapons.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are spellcasters among them - after all, most of those who fell at the beginning were priests of Corellon.

A male moon elf with a mouth full of blood and a large hole in his jaw was using a beech tree at the edge of the clearing as a scratcher.

Like a black bear, he rubbed his back back and forth against the rough tree trunk.

Suddenly, an arrow appeared on the top of the Fallen One's forehead. The arrowhead passed through the skull and the tip emerged from the back of the head, leaving a dark red bloodstain.

Immediately afterwards, several green balls of light shot out from the dense forest, covering the open space in front of the forest tightly.

The weeds between the stone pillars grew wildly, becoming tough, stretching, and twitching as if they had eaten pesticides. Together with the rubble, bricks, and remains of stone pillars, they tied up all the objects on the ground tightly.

For a moment, dozens of Fallen within the spell range were unable to move.

Several figures slowly emerged from the shadows of the dense forest, led by an elf holding a short bow. It was this elf who had shot the head of the Fallen One that was rubbing against the tree just now.

Following behind her, Lian led the team out one after another, and Ivan at the end of the team was posing with his hands raised.

"Isn't it amazing? This is a saturation attack. Wahahahahahaha——"

Ignoring the neurotic human, the others held their weapons in their hands.

Because of their appearance, the Fallen, who were aware of living things, had begun to move in their direction.

Several of the Fallen Elves who were holding weapons were much faster than the other Fallen.

But soon, they all fell into the range of influence of [Entanglement] and were tied up one by one with knots that Lian did not want to recall.

Ivan's spell range selection was very clever. These several rounds of [Entanglement] were just placed in the fan-shaped area in front of the dense forest.

Even if it was a fallen elf with a heavy sword who could avoid the spell range, it could not find a route to bypass and attack the mopping-up team.

"Okay, Uncle Todd, it's your turn next."

"You little brat, I'm only thirty years old. I'm not old enough to be called an uncle."

While he was retorting to someone, Todd's hands did not stop moving. He used his superb spellcasting skills to show Ivan the otherworldly version of the ghost beast:

This uncle who refused to admit that he was an uncle was twisting his body at a very fast speed, and the scene was quite eye-catching...