Chapter 26: Deja vu (2)

"Many, don't be nervous." The elder in the middle spoke first. What surprised many times was that the other party did not scare himself with the "predictable" method. Instead, his tone was very stable and friendly. "First of all, our entire Elf Council thanked you for your information about the recent plan of the Necromancer. This is crucial to the entire Elf clan. Your intelligence promptly prepared us for the possible catastrophe. It can be said that your behavior can save our Elf clan in some ways."

Elder Wendell's tone was serious and steady, which made many involuntarily stand at attention, just like when he was in the army many years ago, he listened to the chief's speech.

"At the same time, I would like to express my gratitude to you in my personal name. If it weren't for your heroic performance, my daughter might have lived and died."

"From the records of the mercenary union, your mission record has been perfect for half a year. Except for a team that was attacked by a thief group and almost wiped out, the rest are almost all the highest evaluations."

"Although you are an elf human and cannot be considered an orthodox elves, judging from your mission record, your respect for life makes us very satisfied."

A female elder sitting on the right side said slowly, many of the long green hairs that could be seen covered the obvious scar on the face, which gave the other person's originally beautiful face a strange and fierce feeling.

As for what she said "respect for life", many people think it might be that they saved three elves who were exhausted by monsters while working with Noda. Of course, he didn't understand that the elder in front of him was also a mercenary, and once encountered desperate situations alone. He relied on his tenacious vitality to support the supply point. He encountered three "journeys" in the middle, but no one rescued him!

This is also the reason why she highly praised many people when she saw that many mercenary mission records said "rescue three mercenaries in distress".

Half of the elders expressed their gratitude and affirmation to many more or less. Although the remaining elders did not speak, there was no malice in their eyes, which made many of them relieved their hearts. Otherwise, if they could provide some information and even go to you to roll their eyes, who would have to stand it?

"For your heroic battle, we can confirm that your enemy, the undead mage, is the favorite student of Lich Savile. May I ask your ring should be a spoil, right?"

My God? What does it mean? Want to steal my ring?

Many unnatural strokes the space ring worn on their hands with their fingers.

Wendell saw many actions and naturally understood what he was thinking. He smiled and said, "We will not take back the spoils you deserve, just want to know if there is anything in this ring that can prove his identity or provide other information?"

Many people were relieved. After all, the elders in front of them picked out one of them that they had pinched themselves without blinking. There was no need to lie to themselves, so they focused on taking out a few pieces of the ring that they thought were useful.

A bunch of books, a badge, and some messy alchemy materials.

Seeing many things taken out, the elders showed interest and sat upright and looked at many.

When many took out the badge, many felt that the relaxed atmosphere around them suddenly became stagnant!

Elder Wendell stood up and said slowly with a serious look: "Can you show me that badge?"

Many people nodded because of this.

Then the eyes flashed, and the badge in his hand had disappeared out of thin air and suddenly appeared in Elder Wendell's hands.

Niu b! Many people are so frustrated by this trick.

This badge made of metal in some unknown way looks very simple, obviously not a product of this era, and it is obviously a bit old. Elder Wendell looked carefully. The badge was covered with the crossing of the bone staff and the long sword as the background, and a face covered with cloth strips was engraved with a face covered with eyes. The face shape was not distinguished between men and women, but it was quite lively and the workmanship was very delicate. Even the blindfolded eye mask carved clearly wrinkles.

On the head of that face, a bone-shaped crown was straightened, but there was a bone spur that should have been erected in the middle and was broken.

This very obvious sign of characteristic obviously made Wendell recognize what it is.

Council of the Dead! The Chapter of Leorek!

There are six people in power in the Dead Parliament, among which Leoerick has the greatest power and the strongest ambitions. In the thrilling battle between the undead three hundred years ago, the leader and provocation were this "His Majesty Leoerick"!

He was once the king of a great empire during the Second Dynasty. Before his death, he was unwilling to give up his kingdom and power, so he actually found a necromancer to secretly transform himself into a complete undead.

But after becoming a dead person, he became violent and cruel. Not long after, his former people alienated him and feared him. In the end, his anger swept across his former territory, causing the first undead war, and the devastating creatures were devastated until they were finally suppressed by various forces and disappeared.

However, this is just the beginning.

By constantly accumulating strength, Leoerick gathered a large number of powerful and loyal subordinates. After nearly a hundred years of challenges and screening, Leoerick selected the most capable assistants and led millions of undead army to sweep the continent again.

Those guys with extraordinary strength have another name - "Bone Crown Legion"

All members have a badge, symbolizing their identities that cannot be ignored.

Elder Liriel, who had participated in the extraordinary battle three hundred years ago, looked very excited when he saw the ancient badge. He stood up and walked to Wendell's side, took the badge and looked carefully.

"Member of the Bone Crown Legion! It turns out to be the Bone Crown Legion!"

Elder Liriel had to be surprised! The Bone Crown Legion is not a miscellaneous army composed of small soldiers and soldiers. It is the title of a high-level necromancer legion! In other words, the lowest level of members in this legion is also the seventh level!

And many files have been seen by the elders, he is only at the sixth level!

Although professionals have level divisions, the more obvious gaps are the sixth and seventh levels. It can be said that only when the seventh level goes up can it be considered a truly high-end existence in this continent!

Among all professions, 90% can only reach the top of the sixth level in their lifetime, and cannot make progress!

Who else dares to say that many are just small and unremarkable sixth-level scouts?

After listening to many detailed narrations about the battle, the elders showed admiration - resolute and decisive, brave and fearless! This is their more intuitive evaluation of many.

Then Elder Wendell seriously raised the issue of issuing the reward for guarding the badge. After a brief discussion, more than a dozen elders and the dragon woman finally reached a consensus. Of course, the dragon beauty basically nodded during this period and said nothing else.

"...So, after discussion with our twelve elders, he decided to award you the Guardian Medal as an affirmation of our elve friends!"

After Elder Wendell's discussion was softly discussed, he turned around and announced the results of their discussion to many.

Awarded a medal!

No matter how much I think about it, I would never have thought that this Presbyterian Council, which represents the highest power of the elves, would make this decision!

But after being surprised, many people were very excited - as long as they were soldiers, they understood what the medals mean!

Those who have never been a soldier, have never been bloody and have fought wars, and have not experienced life and death will not know what the medal means in the eyes of soldiers - that is the mark of life! It is the symbol of honor!

Don’t mention vanity. Soldiers are soldiers. Soldiers will do whatever they want to shed their blood for what they protect. Medals are the most fulfilling and precious affirmation of a soldier.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a metal badge, not worth mentioning, and hanging on it always makes people think that this is a manifestation of vanity.

How could they understand that a medal often represents a scar on their body, perhaps a leg that has been lost on the battlefield, or a comrade-in-arms who had fought with them but had been buried in a foreign country.

Only by experiencing this tragic baptism can you understand what the meaning of medals is for soldiers.

Many of them are also soldiers. This sense of honor is particularly profound for him who has been in the special forces for three years. Looking at the high and powerful elders in front of him, many of them stood at attention like they were in the team and gave a solemn military salute!

However, he was practicing the elf etiquette he learned from Noda - his upright figure reflected many resolute faces, with his right hand tucked his left shoulder, and his half-length black hair seemed extremely neat at this time, and a domineering and fierce aura burst out from many bodies, causing many temperaments to change in an instant.

All the people here are superb elders, and at least the ninth level of strength. Many sudden changes made them look at the upright figure seriously.

His Highness Carolina, who held her chin with one hand, suddenly was stunned - her relaxed body slowly sat upright, and her beautiful eyes shining with red light looked straight at the center of the field.

Many people raised their chests and looked up, and their eyes just met the beautiful eyes that ordinary people dared not look at each other, and their hearts suddenly jumped.

It seems familiar!

This is the feeling of the two of them at the same time.
Chapter completed!