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

Chapter 444: Master Vulkan of the Githyanki

Time goes back to the moment when Tyrian was about to be pierced through the heart by the heavy sword.

The elf warrior, who was playing a flashback in his head at the time, had actually given up resistance.

The gap in rank was already huge, and his own condition was also very bad, so Tirian's last thought was that he hoped Ariella would not be so stupid as to come back to find him.

But just as he was waiting for the final moment to come, two green lights appeared in his sight.

The two rays of light lifted up Tirian's spirits, which had fallen to the bottom.

Even though the blood had blurred his vision, Tirian could still recognize the figure holding the green light.

Sure enough, before his eyes, the human knight who had just been so powerful and invincible was hit in the lower back by the two green sticks.

Just like one of his orc friends, the knight was shaking all over, the heavy sword in his hand fell to the ground, and a large amount of white mist was gushing out from under the full-face helmet.

It was the humming sound coming from the helmet that made Tirian feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing the human knight kneeling on the ground with a look of despair, Tirian closed his eyes with relief.

“So, Lord Awen, where is Tyrion?

Where is he?

Ariella listened to Ivan's rambling description and was impatient to know the whereabouts of the elf warrior.

"Ah, I think his injuries are too serious, so I asked Xiling and Lian to send him to the Elf Courtyard after emergency treatment."

"As expected, it's Captain Xiling and Li——Elf Courtyard?!!"

Ariella, who knew nothing about the advent of the elven pantheon, looked at Ivan with great confusion.

She didn't understand at all why she had to bring the seriously injured Tyrian back to that deserted and sad place.

"Yes, it is the Elven Courtyard. There is an old man there who can restore Tyrian's broken limbs."

Ariella's mind was full of question marks, but since it was Lord Ivan who said it, then there must be no problem.

She quickened her pace and followed Ivan towards the east.

The fourth knight Leon, whose hands were locked by vines, had his pupils hidden under his helmet flashing with strange colors.

……

In Xiuman's study, the originally tidy bookshelves were now in a mess.

A large pile of old books were thrown casually on the ground, and the dust accumulated inside was flying everywhere.

"Damn it, it's not this one... Where on earth did that damn old man hide that book..."

The young city lord's well-tailored aristocratic coat was thrown aside by him, and the floral stand-up collar on his shirt was also roughly torn off.

Finally, when Shuman was flipping through the third bookshelf, he held in his hands a thick leather book with dry pages that almost broke at the touch.

"Found it... What a jerk. He put such an important book together with the "Collection of Elf and Orc Girls"...

Let me see..."

After taking a look at the messy study, Xiuman, who was a bit of a germaphobe, immediately lost interest in sitting at the desk.

He walked straight out the door and signaled to a butler to clean up the dusty study.

He walked straight towards the noble carriage parked in the outer courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Lord City Lord, are you planning to go back to the City Hall?"

Standing next to the carriage was one of Xiuman's guards, and one of the few characters who knew Xiuman's profession.

After the kingdom's fourth knight, Leon, broke into Huiyao City and forcibly withdrew almost all the soldiers, the city lord's guards were the last fighting force.

Xiuman rubbed his brows and sighed in distress.

"Let's go to the place where I practice magic. It's more secluded there."

The guard beside the carriage nodded and helped Xiuman open the door.

Just as the young city lord had one foot on the carriage and the other foot on the raised wooden step, a figure hurriedly ran back. His unique appearance immediately attracted Xiuman's attention.

He recognized the figure running over... the leader of the Githyanki who was "staying" in the city lord's mansion, but Xiuman couldn't quite remember his name...

"Oh! It's Master Warren..."

"Merciful human city lord, my name is Vokhan..."

“Uh…well, sorry, Master Vulkan.

You know, I've been having some nervous breakdown lately, and my memory isn't very good..."

The leader of the Gis people, wearing half a light cloak, saluted to Xiuman, indicating that he didn't care.

“Young city lord, our fellow tribesmen who went to Breath of the Moon Sea sent back a message using psychic energy.

The previous legion has separated a cavalry of 1,000 men and is gathering on the south bank of the Miral River."

"Miral River?"

Xiuman was stunned for a moment.

Although it has been a day since Lyon left, Shuman still cannot accurately judge the movements of this troop.

“Are they going to attack those dark elves?

There is no deep blood feud between humans and drow like there is between surface elves..."

Xiuman, whose talents are all in politics, is not that sensitive to gods and the astral world.

Besides, the god of justice he believed in, Tyr, had long stopped giving any clear revelations to his believers.

As a sorcerer who holds a nonchalant attitude towards faith itself, Xuman has no idea of ​​the target of the Kingdom Knights' attack.

He thought it was just another round of outward expansion.

But the Gith people from the Astral Plane are much more sensitive than Xiuman about this.

“Lord City Lord, as you know, we Gis people can smell subtle changes in psionic energy.

This army is probably heading for the gods."

"Clam?"

Xiuman was even more confused.

He looked at the Gis man, who was so old that his face was full of wrinkles, in confusion. The latter nodded and then said something that stunned Xiuman.

“Not long ago, the entire elven pantheon descended into the northern forest—in their original form.

Don't be surprised, this is not the point I want to make...

Since that legion intends to attack an entire pantheon, that means—"

"The Knights of the Kingdom have the power to fight against the gods...

In other words, there are gods among the members of the Knights..."

Xiuman lowered his eyes and slowly expressed the hidden meaning of Vukan's words.

He looked at the book in his hand and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You damn old man... no wonder you asked me to read this book before I take action against the Digital Knight..."

The words on the yellowed cover were a little blurry, but Xiuman could still recognize the name of the book.

The Secret Records of the Royal Family of the Third Holy Empire

Narrator: Mystra, the goddess of magic.

Written by Finn Huiyao.