Chapter 680

Viewed from a high altitude, the huge Moore forest seems to be cut by an invisible line, which is divided into two worlds: vibrant and dark.

"It will recover!" Mary fisson looked at the indistinct dividing line and said secretly in her heart.

The huge golden wings closed slightly, and her flying height slowly decreased and fell on the grass, holding a basket of wild fruits and a spring filled with flowers.

On the table, gray chewed a fruit for five minutes and finally cleaned the pulp on it. "I'm full. Thank you for your hospitality."

"We're full, too." Although Arlo didn't grow up in the castle, she moved gracefully when eating.

Sometimes elegance means cumbersome and slow, but even so, when gray chews a fruit, she has eaten a plate.

"I have something to tell you." When Arlo was going to find the elves, gray suddenly spoke.

"What's up?"

"I have been here for a long time, and I should leave, so I say goodbye to you." Gray whispered.

It's mainly because the sleeping beauty is awake. The Royal sister beauty doesn't seem to have that meaning. I feel there's nothing interesting behind. It's time to go.

I haven't had time to eat and sleep with some beauties this time.

"Leave today? Are you in such a hurry? " A trace of surprise flashed across Mary fisson's face. Unexpectedly, it was what Gray was going to say.

I gave you the tree. You still want to leave such a comfortable tree? That's too much!

"Well, I'll leave today, but Carlisle will stay here to help me cultivate some potions and you will take care of her."

Carlisle felt that he had found a new direction, had great interest in refining medicine, and planned to stay here in the future.

And she also liked the atmosphere of Moore forest. Her magic was originally a kind of magic close to nature. She was very fond of here, and there were these lovely elves and countless potions here.

This is a new paradise for her. She doesn't want to go back to the original place. How good it is to stay here.

Gray didn't force her either. It's enough for belle to have an agate. Carlisle is dispensable. It's just right to stay here. The environment here is good. It's just right for her to collect more materials for herself.

"Please take more care in the future." Carlisle stood up at the right moment and bowed slightly to them.

"No problem..." Mary feisen nodded softly. As soon as she was about to continue to say something, she felt the dull footsteps coming.

A tree Elf Warrior came running with heavy steps, quickly came to several people and said to Mary fisson, "those humans, they are coming again, with a lot of weapons."

"Gray!" Mary fisson turned to look at him. If it had been before, she must have flown over immediately, but now she has lost all her strength. If human beings set fire to the thorn wall again, she can't stop it.

Or everyone in the forest can't stop it, except the man in front of him.

"When the thorn wall is destroyed, there must be a war between humans and elves." Mary feisen's face was slightly cold. "Even without me, tree elf soldiers and powerful Elves will beat the enemy hard."

"I don't care about killing a few people, but..."

She looked at Arlo, "but I think it's best not to have a war. Human beings live safely opposite the wall and elves live happily on this side of the wall, which is good for both sides."

Gray nodded gently. "I agree with you. It's best to avoid war and live in peace."

"Then let Carlisle help you." Turning to miss witch, Gray said with a smile, "in the future, you will live in Moore forest, which can be regarded as a member of Moore forest. Now you can just do something for everyone to recognize and accept you sincerely."

Although the human army is not famous, it is purely for aggression and occupies a low moral position.

But gray can help the elves resist them and prevent them from entering the moor forest, but he won't help them kill humans.

"No problem!" Carlisle did not refuse. She had seen the thorn wall. It was very similar to her magic. She could try to control those thorns and block the human army.

Several people got up, Mary fisson flapped her huge wings and was the first to fly.

Gray looked at Arlo and Carlisle who couldn't fly. Carlisle didn't seem to have plans to take out his flying broom, so he took out his magic flying carpet and invited two beautiful ladies to go to the edge of the forest with him.

Holding Arlo's hand and sending her to the magic flying carpet, Carlisle looked at him with pitiful eyes, and gray gave her this benefit.

Let the witch Miss happy all the way to beat his legs and pinch his shoulders, and invited Arlo to join him. Arlo hesitated and took over the work of pinching her shoulders.

Gray almost habitually leaned back. Fortunately, his strong willpower prevented him from doing such a thing, otherwise he couldn't explain clearly.

Outside the forest, the human army lined up neatly and looked at the forest, but some people had some fear in their eyes.

They are veterans who have experienced the war with elves. Last time the king ordered to burn down the thorn wall, they were present. That time, they suffered heavy losses, and even the general almost confessed here.

For them, that wall is the devil's means. They don't want to get close.

"Go!" Stephen rode a tall jujube horse, wearing gold armor and a long sword at the waist and crotch, and roared at the thorn wall.

However, his spirit was not good, his eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he sounded dull and harsh.

The soldiers did not dare to disobey the order. The front row held up torches. They wanted to try to burn the forest again. If they couldn't, they wanted to force Mary fisson out.

Pa Pa!

A few small thorns suddenly rose out of the thorn wall, and the thorns beat on their hands, so that all the torches in their hands fell to the ground.

"Mary Pherson, I know you're here. Come out!" Stephen shouted angrily when he saw the scene.

"Stephen, look at you. You're dying. It's really gratifying." Mary fisson flew out of the woods, stood high above the forest sea and said coldly.

"You... How could you..." Stephen looked at Mary Pherson in the air in horror. How could she have wings? Her wings should still be in the secret cabinet in her basement, and her wings should not be gold.

"Wings?" Mary fisson glanced at her golden wings and a smile hung around her mouth, but she was soon replaced by coldness.

"Stephen, it seems that you are ready to die when you mention it."

"No, no, no, it's impossible. How can you have new wings? I cut your wings. I cut them myself. They are still in my castle. Your wings are fake, fake!"

Stephen shouted excitedly, and deep panic appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

He found that he did something wrong when he came to Mary fisson today. If he didn't come, she might have forgotten what had happened and everything could be at peace.

But now she regained her wings and brought up her hatred···

Stephen felt deep regret in his heart, and the chill that could freeze his soul, which was the cold and fear from the bottom of his heart.