Shear has long been prepared to be attacked by the ruling party of the court in the evening.

She has set up traps in the room with the moment of freezing the curse. The powerful sensory function of the Frost Spirit allows her to predict the enemy's approach in advance.

However, Shear did not expect that the group of trials would come so fast. Although the time is already in the middle of the night, it is still far from when the people of the frost fall asleep...

She held a long sword in her hand and hid in the shadow of the room. Through the perception provided by the Frost Spirit, she listened quietly to the footsteps of the outside judges.

One...not right, three.

Sheil immediately judged the number of judges based on the number of footsteps. She slightly clenched the sword of the sword.

The judges are not a good deal to deal with. Even if Shear has the ‘golden fingers’ provided by the people who pass the fire, Sheyer still has to go through a hard battle under the premise that they are prepared.

She’s been exhausted for three days in a row, and she began to consider temporarily shunning the battle to find the assistance of Marshals.

But the footsteps outside can suddenly disappear, replaced by what the sharp things run through the flesh and blood.

Arrow!

Sheyle immediately judged what was happening outside. Who used a bow and arrow to run through the body of one of the judges, and the sound of blood spurting was clearly audible in Shear's ear.

Then came the sound of the blade across the neck, and the other judge did not even have time to make a painful cry and slammed his neck to the ground.

Someone attacked the three judges and was a hard-working archer and killer.

Sheyel immediately opened the door of his room and saw a figure shrouded in a black robe that was wrestling with a judge.

There were two seriously wounded judges lying on the ground. Sheyel did not even pull the sword out of the scabbard. The man in the black robe waved the dagger in her hand and solved the other one simply and neatly. Judge.

All three judges fell into a pool of blood. They did not die. The blood spurting from the neck slowed their death, but they would die because of excessive blood loss or lack of oxygen.

"who are you."

Sheyle clenched his sword and looked at the person in front of him and asked.

The ground laid by the stones has been filled with gullies of various sizes. The three judges rebelled before they died, but these resistances were in vain, in front of the man in the black robe. No resistance.

"I? A reporter."

The dark elf pulled down the hood on his head with a professional smile on his face.

Before Joe Xiu made the dark elf to do this, he once reminded the dark elves of various journalists' guidelines. One is that they must not be forced to interview others. They must be enough to be close in the interview...

Since then, when the Dark Elves are at work, they will act as much as possible according to the rules that Qiao Xiu said, including this time.

It is a pity that even this smile on the face of the Dark Elves is so touching. The blood contaminated on her body and the body lying under her feet make her unable to be associated with the word 'closeness'.

"Reporter? Is it a special name when your elves hunted the judges?"

Sheyle recognized the race of thousands of faces through an ear and skin color of a thousand faces, an elf.

The Blackwood Forest Fire incident Sheyle has seen several related posts on the caster forum, so she understands what kind of hatred the elves and the heresy have.

So she will take the initiative to assassinate the three judges, everything seems to be logical.

"I didn't think there would be elves in the country of frost, but thank you for helping me remove these judges. Is there anything I need to help?" Sheyle said.

In Shear's guess, the elf should have heard that she had to clear the judge's message before deliberately coming to her.

"You may have some mistakes in the professional understanding of journalists, but it doesn't matter if I am actually interviewing you."

The dark elf saw Sheyle so sighing with a slight sigh of relief. When she interviewed this time, she did not have to put the long sword on the neck of others.

"Elves, I don't understand your language." Shel's can't understand the meaning of the word 'interview'.

"The interview is not Elvish." The dark elf looked at the young prince.

The prince who has lived in the frosty country for three years still knows little about the recent changes in Nolan. She even didn't even watch the TV, and even more difficult to understand what the interview meant.

"Have you heard the voice of Nolan?"

In the intelligence obtained by Qiao Xiu, the Dark Elves knew that the Prince of Sheikh had the client of the Magic Net and the leaves of the World Tree.

"The voice of Nolan? A little magic on the magic net, and so on... Do you know the magic net?"

Shear’s vigilance level rose again to a height, and she looked up and down the dark elf.

The dark purple skin color on her body is not like the characteristics that the frost elf should have.

"I don't know more about the Magic Net. I also come from Nolan. It is the worker of the Voice of Nolan. His Royal Highness Prince. Since you have heard the voice of Nolan, can you tell me which program you like the most?"

During the inquiry, the Dark Elves had a smile on her face that she thought was the most affable, but in the next second she pulled out a flying knife from her waist and threw it out, solving a way she was trying to crawl. Leave the judge here.

Shel looked at the blood that spewed out again on the ground. She looked a little numb, and she saw enough scenes in the barriers of the barriers.

"At night, the show called Tylin's Frost Elf?"

Shelreal realized that the identity of the dark elf in front of him was not simple, but she did not intend to call the soldiers to catch the dark elf.

This is the first time Sheir has met a friend who can talk about Magic Net in reality!

"The program of the Frost Elves... Did you hear the day news?" The Dark Elves asked again.

"That would inform Nolan about some of the valuable things that happened yesterday?" Sheyle described the daytime news in a somewhat crappy way, while the Dark Elves nodded.

"You can understand this as well, and my job is to collect those 'valueful things,' which is called a journalist." The Dark Elves said to Sheyle after making a brief introduction.

“The people of Nolan are very curious about what you have done for the country of Frost and Frost. They want to know what you think about the Judge and the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit. I also came here to interview you from Nolan.”