"In one sentence, that is to get out of here, greedy humans, Asoloren does not welcome you!" François smiled: "Casfann lost dozens of sergeants, a courtier and a team of knights of rangers, oh, and his gifts, all of which were accepted by the wood elves."

"Hahahahahaha~" the three Holy Grail Knights burst into laughter, and Bethmund slapped his thigh hard: "It deserves it! Any attempt to actively communicate with the wood elves will be regarded as ill-behaved by them. Only they actively propose to sign a trade agreement and have never been passively accepted, otherwise I will definitely trade them too."

Louis laughed, touching his goatee, shook his head helplessly: "From my understanding of Casfann, he must have declared war with the wood elves in anger, right?"

"Casfann? Our Duke of Paran has turned against the wood elves, but he is now being chased by the debt collectors of Marinburg, and he is afraid he has no time to send troops." François smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Richard can't care so much now. He is still worried about what to do next year's Knights Conference. The royal family's finances are now in difficulties, but due to the kingdom's plan, the Knights Conference will definitely be held in a grand manner, otherwise it will be damaged in honor."

"There will be a solution. Even if Richard really can't do it, His Highness Morgianna will come forward to handle it. I'm not interested in this. What I'm interested in is why that boy Ryan can let the wood elves take the initiative to sign a trade agreement with him?" Pelchmond asked François instead: "The wood elves are all stubborn. The last time we could trade with the wood elves was the Earl of Rydermond, the Holy Grail Knight, and they were all long swords. Morgianna was wearing a gray strapless silk long dress, which was covered with gold silk threads and silver chains, and pieces of golden irises. The Lake Goddess Witch wore a golden crown and a golden belt around her waist, revealing her beautiful body thread.

Wearing a blue cloak outside, with long golden wavy hair draped behind his shoulders, Morgianna's charming face was filled with cold eyes: "We're in Beleon, Clement."

Behind Mogianna, a lake god prophet followed her. The lake god prophet was also wearing a blue strapless dress. However, unlike Mogianna, she used a headscarf to wrap her hair into a ball, and then wrapped it all behind her head, forming a large inverted triangle. After hearing Mogianna's words, the lake god prophet named Clement whispered: "My Highness, are you planning to go to the folk to find prodigy first, or do you want to go to the Castle of Beleon to find His Excellency Theodoric to collect tithes?"

"...There is a constant war here. According to my prophecy, there is only one girl with sufficient qualifications in the Principality of Beleon this year. We will go directly to that village and then go to the Castle of Beleon." Mogianna hesitated for a moment, but decided to go to the village in the prophetic order and take the girl away first.

"Yes." The Lake God Prophet stopped talking.

Mogianna sat sideways on the unicorn Silfarn, and Clement followed behind on a mixed-blood elf war horse. Instead of walking on the main road, they walked on the road, avoiding the main abortion and avoiding crowded places.

Even so, Mogianna noticed that the population of Berleon has decreased a lot after more than 20 years of war, especially in winter, the land is vast, and only a few small villages and a large number of snow-covered fields were seen. Many farmlands were abandoned. Two people even passed by several unscrupulous battlefields, where dozens of corpses were piled up, many mercenaries from the southern countries and infantry from the Principal of Berleon were corpses on the spot. The entire battlefield ruins emitted a foul stench.

In the middle of the battlefield, several ghouls were greedily eating delicious corpses. They used their teeth to bite the rotten flesh, drinking the smelly blood, making a gala sound.

The appearance of the Lake God Witch quickly attracted their attention. Seeing the Lake God Witch's fierce and sharp gaze, the ghouls were so scared that they roared and ran away.

"Wind Explosion!" Mogianna immediately raised her hand, and the magic syllables rang in her mouth. A whirlwind containing pure energy passed through the cold air, blowing up snowflakes on the earth and rolling it up, rolling directly towards several ghouls.

The ghouls fled with terror, the wind-explosion hurricane concentrated them and blew them away, and then Mogianna held out a jade hand with a white lace glove and held it hard in the air.

"Pa Ji~" Several zombies instantly turned into blood mist, and even the corpse was not left behind.

"Hmph!" Mojiana's eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, and she snorted coldly: "Hurry up to the destination, otherwise it will be dark. The night is a paradise for these undead creatures."

"Let's go, Silfaen, go quickly." Mojana urged her unicorn. Her unicorn also understood the owner's meaning, took a step and started trotting. The Lake God Witch and the Lake God Prophet no longer paid attention to some situations on the road and focused on rushing.

After a long war, the farmland was abandoned, the originally dense population became thin, and corpses were hung on many big trees on the roadside. Duke Theodoric was very cruel to the serfs in the territory. As long as he was found to have something to do with the Southerners, the only punishment would be to hang him.

Stealing, hanging, hurting others, hanging, resisting taxes, hanging, the knight master dislikes and hangs them.

So you can see hanged serfs along the way, and many vultures are eating these hanging corpses. Mogianna's face is heavy, and she just rushes to the road.

After trotting for more than half an hour, the destination village was behind the hill not far away, with a cemetery in front, and a small grove behind the cemetery. Mogianna signaled Silfarn to slow down, and she felt a little unusual: "Clement? Is there a cemetery in this place on the map?"

"My Your Highness, something is wrong." The Prophet of the Lake God also felt something was wrong: "There should be no cemetery here."

"...There are people there!" Mogianna pulled the reins, and the sharp-eyed lake god witch immediately noticed a serf running out of the woods. The serf looked gray and covered in mud and snow. In the middle of winter, he was only wearing tattered cloth clothes. He rolled out of the woods with his hands and feet and ground: "Help! Help! Ms. Salia, save me!"

Behind him, more than a dozen zombies and a few ghouls were chasing the serf.

"Help! Please!" The serf also found Mojiana riding a unicorn. He immediately shouted: "Help, Your Highness, the Lake Goddess Witch!"

"Help!"

Seeing that the serf was about to be caught up by zombies, Mojana drew out the rune sword: "Save people."
Chapter completed!