The orc warriors followed closely behind. They didn't dare to get too close for fear of being attacked, but they also didn't dare to get too far away for fear of losing Han Jin's trail. With these conflicting thoughts, they had already chased for dozens of miles. However, the wind wolves were very good at running long distances, so this little distance didn't affect them at all.
In front of them, Han Jin had turned into a dense forest. The orc warriors hesitated for a moment, then followed him in. Although most of them weren't very smart, they vaguely understood that this mysterious enemy had no intention of killing them. He only wanted to escape as soon as possible. Otherwise, they would have been attacked long ago.
The dense forest was quiet, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. If one calmed down and stopped to observe carefully, they could clearly see that some of the tree trunks were shining like stars. However, the orc warriors were focused on following Han Jin. How could they be in the mood to care about anything else?
On the canopy of a few large trees, there were dozens of elves scattered around. Their lives had long left them. In the withered grass below, there were more or less clusters of dark red things gathered together. That was their blood, but it had already dried up. The elves' positions were very clever. Not only could they monitor the entire forest, but they could also take care of each other. Moreover, under the protection of the forest, the elves had unusually sharp senses. It was hard to imagine that someone could kill them one by one without making a sound.
The orc warriors who were angry and uneasy didn't notice the bloodstains. However, some of the wind wolves raised their heads and looked around blankly. Unfortunately, they didn't have the ability to communicate with their masters.
Rushing out of the forest, a shallow pool filled with steam appeared in front of the orc warriors. On the other side of the pool, there were about thirty naked female elves, screaming as they ran out of the pool. However, when they reached the place where they stored their clothes, they found that all of their clothes had disappeared. It seemed that someone was playing a prank on them. Their weapons were still there, but the bowstrings of their longbows were all cut and turned into scrap.
The orc warriors who rushed out of the forest first were all stunned. They stared at the elves in front of them, and the orc warriors who rushed out after them were the same. Waves of irrepressible heat ignited from the bottom of their hearts and spread throughout their bodies in an instant.
Perhaps it was because they saw too clearly, or perhaps it was because the elves were too beautiful, or perhaps it was because of something else, but at this moment, the orc warriors felt their primal instincts burning wildly. They even forgot about the enemy.
The elves were ashamed and scared. They screamed and ran into the depths of the forest, and soon disappeared without a trace.
No one knew which orc warrior was the first to let out a roar, but then all of the warriors moved together. One after another, wind wolves rushed straight into the pool, splashing water everywhere. It was as if the pool was boiling. Then, they rushed ashore and rushed into the forest.
No matter how fast the elves ran, they couldn't outrun the wind wolves. Soon, the last elf was caught. With a roar, an orc warrior rushed out from the wind wolf and hugged the elf from behind. Both of them fell into the grass. The elf struggled and screamed, but the orc warrior who pressed her down didn't have any mercy. He grabbed the elf's hair with both hands and slammed her into the ground a few times. To him, everything was as natural as flowing water. He used to use the same method to deal with humans. Then, a few more orc warriors rushed up and pressed the elf to the ground.
As the elves were being pushed down one by one, Majordomo Gail rushed over from the other side of the valley. Behind him were hundreds of elves riding silver pegasi. Hearing the sounds in the forest, Majordomo Gail turned around and smiled. His figure quietly melted into the breeze.
The leader of the elves frowned, but before he could think of anything, he heard sorrowful cries and sobs coming from the forest. His expression changed greatly, and with a wave of his hand, he rushed into the forest with his subordinates.
When Majordomo Gail arrived at the place where he and Han Jin agreed to meet, Han Jin was already there. Majordomo Gail coughed. "I feel that we left too many traces. We might not be able to hide it from them."
"It will be very difficult to hide it from them, and we don't have much time." Han Jin slowly raised his head. "Anyway … the blood has already flowed, hasn't it?"
Majordomo Gail was silent. If the conflict between the elves and orcs was really as big as Han Jin said, then the reason for the conflict was not very important. The key was whether it had happened or not.
"Let's go." Han Jin stood up and said softly.
* * *
After the dark night, the sky would always be bright. However, the people in the Holy Crown City did not know what had happened outside. Their fear and uneasiness had long disappeared with the return of Han Jin. For many years, no one had heard of anyone challenging a superior dragon. Even if there was, they were doomed to fail. Only Han Jin had done it and won. Therefore, when they learned that their Lord was in the city, they felt safe again.
When the first ray of sunlight fell on the Holy Crown City, Han Jin and Coutini walked into a small house one after another. Coutini walked and reported something.
"… So, we finally gave up. Qi Li and Miss Sylvia should be hiding, or secretly imprisoned by the elves. But the possibility of the latter … is not big. Are they that stupid? Did they tell the elves their relationship with you? "
"It's hard to say." Han Jin sighed.
"Ah?" Coutini was surprised. He only knew about the appearance of Qi Li and Sylvia, but he did not know much about their characters and abilities. In his opinion, it was a very stupid mistake.
"I asked Chipango to buy this house for you. The two houses next to it are also yours." Han Jin smiled and changed the topic, "In the future, you and your companions can live here without worries."
"My Lord, thank you for your kindness." Coutini said softly, "But we don't like to live anywhere. We just like to walk around."
"Everyone should have a home." Han Jin said softly.
Coutini hesitated for a moment, but he did not say anything. He walked slowly behind Han Jin. If he insisted again, he would fail to live up to Han Jin's care.
The two of them walked into the backyard one after the other. The backyard was well-lit, and the rising sun shone on every corner of the yard. There was a lot of grass planted in the surroundings. Of course, spring had not yet arrived, and the color of the grass was still yellow. Countless drops of dew sparkled under the sunlight, like pearls.
In the middle of the yard, there was a new mound. In front of the mound was a stone tablet, but there was not a single word on it. It looked like a new grave. Coutini did not know what was going on. He looked around in shock.
"Before Zagunéd died, he asked me to find a sunny place for him to scatter his ashes, but I didn't do that. I think … he needs a home, just like you," Han Jin said slowly.
Coutini looked like he was struck by lightning. He stood there for a long time before he took heavy steps and approached the stone tablet. He pointed at the tablet with a trembling hand. He stared straight at Han Jin, as if he was asking something, "This … This is …"
Han Jin nodded.
Coutini's hand trembled even more. His body went limp little by little. Finally, he knelt in front of the tablet. The tears that he had suppressed for a long time finally flowed out. Ever since he joined Han Jin, he had never shown any nostalgia for his old master in front of Han Jin. He had never even asked about Zagunéd's death, because he knew that it would violate the taboo of a superior. However, at this moment, he could not hold it in anymore.
"Zagunéd was not alone when he left, because there was a girl who was brighter than flowers and purer than spring water … who was willing to stand by his side. Even if she knew that endless darkness awaited her, she did not regret it." Han Jin's voice was a little low. "At that time, he must have felt very warm."
"Sir …" Coutini even had to bite his lips to stop himself from crying out loud. However, his face was already covered in tears.
"With you taking care of him, I am very relieved. It can also be considered as settling one of my worries," Han Jin said slowly. "Coutini, stay."
Coutini could not help but close his eyes and nod hard.
Han Jin sighed and walked out softly, giving Coutini some space to vent his grief to his heart's content.
When he walked out of the small courtyard, a carriage was quietly waiting for Han Jin. Han Jin opened the carriage and said to Stillberg, "Let's go back."
Stillberg's position in the group was already very high. It was a little unusual for Stillberg to be the coachman, but Han Jin did not want anyone to know about Coutini's existence.
Stillberg shouted and drove the carriage forward slowly. Because it was still early in the morning, there were very few pedestrians. Stillberg did not have to worry about anything. The carriage moved very quickly, and in a moment, it had already run through seven or eight streets.
A group of Light Knights came from the front. They were patrolling the streets as usual. The knight in the lead was one of the three Holy Knights, Amij. When he saw Stillberg driving the carriage from afar, Amij could not help but be stunned. He immediately understood who was sitting inside and hurriedly ordered the Light Knights to move aside.
When the carriage approached, Amij made a standard Knight's salute and said respectfully, "Good morning, Sir."
Stillberg stopped the carriage and nodded at Amij with a smile. He was qualified to do so. However, the education from childhood was too deeply ingrained. Although others were paying more and more attention to him, he never thought that he should be proud. Not to mention being a coachman, even if he cleaned up Han Jin's room and washed his clothes and sundries, he did not think that it was an insult to himself. On the contrary, he had always been proud of it and never tired of it.
Han Jin lifted the curtain and smiled. "Oh, it's Amij. Come up and have a chat?"
Amij was stunned. He could not figure out why Han Jin would suddenly send an invitation out of the blue. However, he quickly calmed himself down and jumped off his horse handsomely. He turned to the Light Knights and said, "You can go back on your own." With that, he opened the door and got into the carriage.
"Have a seat." Han Jin smiled and pointed opposite him.
Amij did not stand on ceremony and sat down in a relaxed manner. He smiled and said, "Sir, you're up so early? I'm just doing my duty. I can't help it. You don't have to. "
"There are some things I need to take care of." Han Jin said, "In the days that I've been away, has your recruitment of believers been going well?"
"It's not as smooth as we thought. It turns out that we were a little blindly optimistic." Amij said, "The glory of the God of Light has not shone on this land for too long. The people really like having a priest to help them, but when it comes to making them believers … they are a little hesitant."
"Take it slow. Everything will get better."
"Haha … we are as confident about the future as you are, sir. Otherwise, we wouldn't have set up the Holy Crown City." Amij smiled. "But …" At this point, Amij seemed a little hesitant, as if he was thinking whether he should say it or not.
"Are you in trouble?" Han Jin asked.
"Of course there are troubles, but please don't make it difficult for me, sir." Amij said with a smile, "Sir Jeddes will definitely take the initiative to tell you about the troubles that can't be said … I don't dare to make decisions on my own."
Han Jin smiled and changed the topic. "Actually, you don't have to do everything yourself. Just like patrolling the streets every day, you can let other Knight do it."
"Sir, I don't want to wander the streets all night either." Amij complained. "But there are only three of us Holy Knight, who can do it? Let Adonis do it … he'll kill me! Since I'm the youngest, it's only right for me to suffer more. "
"This has nothing to do with age." Han Jin said faintly. "In my opinion, whether or not the Holy Crown can return to its former glory depends on two people."
"Sir, you're saying …"
"One is Jeddes, and the other is you, Amij."
"You flatter me, sir. Haha … I'm only in my twenties. There's still a lot to learn."
"As I said earlier, it has nothing to do with age." Han Jin said softly, "Adonis is a talent, but unfortunately, he's too old. Aude is sincere and square, but because he's too square, he seems old-fashioned and inflexible. One will leave sooner or later, and the other will not be able to shoulder the burden. Amij, you have an unshirkable responsibility for the future of the Knights of Light. I think that when Adonis leaves, he'll definitely bypass Aude and pass his burden to you. Although you're ranked behind Aude, will he still have the mood to consider the rules of the past in the face of a future that will decide whether you'll prosper or perish? "
Amij's eyes flickered. After a moment, he sighed with a bitter smile.
Han Jin's words touched Amij's heart. In fact, he had been worried about this matter. Aude was indeed inflexible. If it was in the past, there would be no problem, but now was a special time, and special times required special measures. Aude? He couldn't! And now, Adonis was too old. He was so old that he couldn't even walk properly. Adonis' true age was more than twenty years older than Majordomo Gail. Even if Amij returned to the Holy See and suddenly learned that Adonis had returned to the Kingdom of Heaven, he wouldn't be surprised. He only prayed that Adonis would be able to hold on for a while longer, to support the Holy See, which was like a candle in the wind, for a while longer.
"Of course, it's too early to say these things. Plans can never be as fast as changes." Han Jin smiled. "I think of Lang Ning. Before every battle, he would always come up with various contingency plans, but except for the battle of encircling and annihilating the Beitman Army, his plans were all wasted paper."
"Haha …" Amij also laughed. "But a plan is essential!"
"Yes." Han Jin nodded.
At this point, the atmosphere became quiet. Amij lowered his head, deep in thought. It seemed that he hadn't recovered from the fluctuations just now.
"This is for you." Han Jin took out a stack of talismans and handed it over.
"What is this?" Amij asked as he took the talismans.
"A magic scroll that I personally modified. Anyone with spiritual power can use it. It's very beneficial for you." Han Jin smiled. "It can make your steps firmer, and you can move faster."
"A magic scroll …" Amij was a little hesitant. He didn't understand what Han Jin meant.
Han Jin took out a talisman and threw it out. A white light flashed and disappeared into Amij's body. Amij's eyes suddenly widened. He realized that the exhaustion from an entire night of patrolling had disappeared. His physical strength and spiritual power had become extraordinarily full. It was even more relaxing than a long sleep.
"With this, you can use one day as several days. In other words, your cultivation speed will be several times faster than others."
"Thank you, sir!" Amij said solemnly. He then carefully put away the magic scroll.
"Are you curious about my magic?"
"Haha …" Amij laughed embarrassedly. He was indeed curious, but this was Han Jin's privacy. He couldn't ask.
"It's a type of magic, but it's not completely magic …"
"Then … what is it?"
"Someone told me that it's a completely new type of power." Han Jin smiled. "Three years ago, I was just a good-for-nothing. A few dozen ordinary soldiers ran into a village to rob, and they actually almost killed me. Haha … But three years later, I have the status I have now. The reason I was able to get to where I am today is because I have completely grasped that power."
A hint of fanaticism flashed through Amij's eyes. The pursuit of power was always the main theme of this world! He had been cultivating combat aura since he was young, and entered the Light Knight Academy to further his studies at the age of eight. His life's journey was filled with countless sweat and tears, which allowed him to achieve what he had today. Although he wasn't an arrogant person, deep down, he was very satisfied and proud of himself. However, compared to Han Jin in front of him, his pride paled in comparison. Three years? What kind of power was that, to be able to turn an ordinary person into a peerless powerhouse in three years?!
"Young Master, we're here," Stillberg called out from the front.
"Amij, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? Let's go up together? "Han Jin smiled.
"No, sir." Amij seemed to have woken up from a dream. "I still have some things to do."
"Alright." Han Jin nodded. "If you have time in the future, come visit more often."
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