Chapter 738: 22. Mysterious Paradise (7)

After a roar, the fire flashed, and the sky seemed to burn up as a whole, and it was getting farther and farther away.
This is what Minerva saw after the explosion.
It seemed to have been bombarded with a bomb or shell, and the barrier that had been hurriedly opened defended most of the impact, but the two flew out.
Then there was another blow.
Afterwards, she learned that there was more than one bomb on the other side, and the first explosion ignited other bombs, causing a more powerful second explosion.
This time, she didn't even have the surplus to open the barrier. She was pushed directly to the bottom of the valley by the blast. In the pain and impact, she lost consciousness and fell into the water. She was wrapped in the Rhine river and rushed to the distance. The memory was interrupted.
Regaining consciousness again, he and Roland had been rushed to the bank of the river, the clothes hung on the body like a rag, and Roland was still unconscious.
I don't know where I am or how to call for help. Although the temperature and water temperature are not very low, I continue to soak in a cold bath after injury. I will die sooner or later. I have to find a place to change clothes as soon as possible.
When she tried to wake Roland, she suddenly realized that Roland could only give a slight, weak gasp. Covering the handsome face is extremely dangerous and pale.
Looking closely at his body, it is not difficult to understand why.
The same bruises and bumps as Minerva's body, and there were burns and impact injuries on the back that Minerva did not have.
At the moment of the explosion, use the body to protect Minerva-something incredible, but it is really what Roland will do.
fool--
Mouth muttered because of surprise and shame. The girl shivered. She clenched her teeth, lifted Roland planktonically, and moved swaying along the river.
Although the location is not clear, it is undoubtedly the water system connected to the Rhine. Walking along the river beach can ensure the water source, and the chance of discovering villages and towns is also greater.
There was no error in this judgment. Only half an hour later, the artificially constructed road appeared in front of us.
Minerva happily rushed onto the road and discovered that the road was different from the road in her image.
Dark road covered with unknown materials. Flat and hard. A metal guardrail is provided on the side of the roadbed. The most surprising thing is that a lot of street lights are actually set up on this kind of wilderness road. To what extent did the guys who built this road have so much money? Even the roads outside Rudes do not have such a luxurious configuration.
Moving forward in doubt, a whole row of buildings appeared in front of me.
There are more than a dozen bungalows, neatly arranged in a depression. Every house comes out like a mold. bungalow. About 40~50 square meters, with a small courtyard outside. At the other end of the village, several buildings like warehouses can be seen. Fields and cattle pens are also readily available.
This is undoubtedly a village, but—
"Here... what's going on?"
Too unifying, the layout of houses and villages that seemed extremely tedious made Minerva frown. Although the countryside in her eyes is almost the same, the design that emphasizes consistency like this is too depressing, reminding her of monasteries and prisons-equally gloomy and ugly.
Whether you like it or not, you finally see someone. With joy and excitement, the footsteps had just taken halfway, and suddenly withdrew, Minerva flashed behind a big tree with Roland in a coma.
Pressing the throbbing chest and listening to the surrounding movements for a moment, the tight face protruded from the back of the tree.
Connected with the line of sight extension are several soldiers-bear soldiers.
How could there be orcs here!
She and Roland should be washed down by the river, no matter how violent the current is, or what has changed in the river recently, and the goddess is on, they will never be washed to the Principality of the North! What the is this place? !
Minerva held her breath and watched the bear soldiers carefully.
Dress uniformly, revealing a clear command system between operations. Although the uniform is very different from that of the public, she will not be mistaken. These orcs are trained soldiers.
Of course, compared to the soldiers of Charlemagne and Titans, the bear in front of him was extremely sloppy, but no one expected the orcs’ military discipline to be strict. Scatteredness, brutality, and brutality are the norms they deserve, especially the bear race. Mass rape, robbery, and massacre are simply their motto.
Minerva shuddered, and horrible legends about bear soldiers, and rumors of lynching after the orc civilians captured the captives, hovered in their heads. She did not want to verify the authenticity of these little knowledge at all, nor did she have time to figure out why orc soldiers appeared here, and began to move Roland carefully, preparing to retreat. But at this moment, a more shocking scene appeared.
At first she thought it was an orcish village, but when men and women walked out of the bungalow and bowed to the bear soldiers very naturally, she could not believe her eyes.
In the Principality, it is not without humans. In order to have enough labor to cultivate the land, it has always been the traditional business of the public to plunder people to act as serfs. After gathering many serfs, it is also common to build towns to meet the needs of life. but……
The human inhabitants were humble and obedient, and the orc soldiers showed obvious pride. The two sides are not equal, but they don't have the taste of the minions seeing their masters, but they are somewhat similar to the relationship between the common people and the small bureaucrats. It seems not to be pleasing to the eye, and it is always more harmonious than the master's attitude towards the coated slave. In addition, those humans have good looks, and their clothes are not bad. A few are even more upscale than the middle class of Rudes. It is difficult to imagine that serfs would have such a good standard of living.
When did the orcs turn their tempers and began to adopt the policy of humane serfdom?
Attracted by this question, I forgot to escape for a while, and at this moment, the last and greatest impact came.
A cart without horse traction drove into the village with a sleek shape reminiscent of beetles. As strange vehicles entered, the atmosphere in the village changed significantly. The villagers stopped their work at hand and hurriedly stood against the fence. They all took off their hats and saluted the car. The bear soldiers held guns with wooden sticks.
The car drove to the fountain in the center of the village and stopped. A bear family who looked a little bit came forward to open the door, black high-waisted leather shoes protruded out of the door, and then came out of the car...pointed ears? !
Minerva covered his mouth desperately and swallowed back the surprise.
She made a lot of assumptions, but the current scene is not among the possible options expected. It’s not just her. I am afraid that most people in this world cannot assume that they disappeared more than ten years ago. The elves who are unanimously believed to be extinct will be the village’s managers and dominators.
This is ridiculous! Have you not been sober so much that you have encountered an extremely absurd dream.
However, the blonde hair, the pointed ears in the shape of leaves, the respectful attitude of the orcs and humans. And the stinging from the wound reminded Minerva. What is happening in front of us is neither illusion nor dream, but true truth.
Even so--
The hand that grabbed the big tree became pale with force, and the girl's face wrinkled.
Based on self-esteem and instinct. The current situation made Minerva uncomfortable. If it is not outdated. She has rushed down and corrected it with an iron wrist.
This is almost inevitable. If anyone does not know how to brag about the great and radiant Gilmanian Kingdom, the descendants of many intelligent species that were classified as "barbarians" would be very uncomfortable. As a royal family. Watching his subjects glamorize the little bureaucrats of different races is also very unpleasant.
Finally, since this village is managed by elves, he cannot easily call for help.
Although it is impossible to clarify the details, this is undoubtedly a self-contained closed society.
Groups that do not intersect with the outside world have a particularly high vigilance against "foreign foreign objects" that break into their own sphere of influence. When it is judged that they cannot coexist with "foreign objects" anyway, they will be categorically disposed of. The person who judges "can get along with it" is certainly not an outsider like Minerva.
Most of the old traditional rules of engagement have been abandoned, but the Principality and the nations of mankind are still willing to obey the rest. Like the kind treatment of senior captives for ransom, this has been fully inherited-from the generals to the soldiers, they are reluctant to lose a huge ransom for a short time. Even in the and stormy Riga fortress, except for a few cold-blooded lunatics, when the gunmen of the two armies saw high-ranking officers, most people would subconsciously move the sight from the upper body of the target to the lower body.
But the elf is not a glorious knight, not a noble, not even a regular army. The traditional rules of engagement have no binding force on them. According to classical books, the habits of pointed ears heretics do not catch the captives.
It is conceivable what kind of "decisive treatment" will be adopted by pointed ear heretics.
To sum up, it is never a wise move to contact and ask for help rashly.
So, she quietly took Roland away and found a hiding cave in a forest and settled down, finally she was able to take a breath.
Finding a place to stay does not mean that the situation is improving, and various problems follow one after another.
As soon as I settled down to relax my body, my stomach cried out in disappointment, and an unprecedented sense of hunger oppressed us.
I once experienced the feeling of hunger in Lundinium, but it is totally incomparable to the moment. Long-term drifting, the use of magic to carry Roland, and the long-distance movement sharply consume physical strength, so the sense of hunger is amplified.
Hunting is no stranger to Minerva, and it is not difficult to use magic to hit some birds and rabbits to fill the hunger, but she knows nothing about cooking, does not know how to pack her prey, and there is no seasoning at hand. At the same time, it is also necessary to worry that the smoke column produced by the fire will expose the whereabouts. In the end, it was only a fireball, and the part that could still be spoken out of the scorched corpse was selected, frowned and swallowed.
This stupid method was still barely useful to her, but it was extremely dangerous to Roland, who was unconscious with a high fever, and it was his life that made him extremely weak. In desperation, Queen Charlemagne could only put her dignity and honor aside and "collect" food from the villagers to solve the problem.
With the efforts of Minerva, Roland's physical condition also improved. Although he still did not wake up, his face regained a little blood. Everything seems to be improving.
However, this morning, good luck seemed to be at the end. In the process of "recruiting" bread, a villager discovered Minerva. Despite all the measures she took, the risks she found could no longer be ignored, and she decided to rush back to the hiding place Roland with the fastest speed and leave.
The decision was made quickly, and the action was also very rapid, but it was still not enough to see in front of modern criminal investigation technology and communication methods.
Carrying a hot teenager, the girl was running in a birch wood, and bark and vocals came from behind. She looked back, and by swaying the grass, she saw a group of green creatures running towards her. A harsh "buzz" came from the sky.
It was a garrison nearby, or something else, their speed of movement was completely unexpected, but what surprised Minerva even more was that she couldn't use magic anymore.
The induction with Mana was completely cut off, as if all Mana in this land had been exhausted-this abnormal phenomenon caused Minerva to tremble.
Without the assistance of the miraculous force, she was just an ordinary, fragile girl, and she could not escape the snare surrounded by all possible means with all her might.
"Stand in place! Do not move!"
Black shadows swept across the ground. A shout came from behind, and the full-character Charlemagne shouted like a machine or metal, without any emotion.
"Stop meaningless resistance!"
"Stand in place, don't move!!"
"Stand in place!!"
In a blink of an eye, elf soldiers in green uniforms appeared around the front, back, left, and right, looking around with dark muzzles and indifferent eyes.
The murderous man's wall separated a gap, and several elves in black robes came out.
The elf walking in front was probably their head, and Minerva looked carefully at each other.
Raising his hand reveals that he is well-educated and professionally trained, wearing a long straight trench coat, with a gentle smile, polite movements, no smile in his eyes, and the coldness is like a steel plate-a technical bureaucratic face.
With a hypocritical smile, the elf stood outside in five steps and said with a gesture:
"The third queen daughter of Charlemagne, Her Royal Highness Minerva De Bourbon."
He speaks a bit slowly, but his pronunciation is quite accurate.
"On the order of the Supreme Chief, I will wait to greet Your Highness, please come back with us."
The tone was calm and "please" was used, but neither the speaker nor the other elves would accept Minerva's "no" meaning.
The enclosing circle further narrowed, and several other elves in black drew their hands into their arms, taking the lead one step forward, reaching out to their thin shoulders.
"Hurt rude!"
In an instant, Minerva's emotions that had accumulated in a few days broke out, and the leader took his hand away like an electric shock.
After hesitating for a second or so, he showed his signature smile again.
"His Royal Highness, please don’t misunderstand, we are not malicious. We have already prepared the food and doctors that continue with His Highness, please don’t delay your precious time. The goddess is on, the little official guarantees his personality, and His Royal Highness and Master Roland will never Suffered improper treatment."
Take a breath~EbookFREE.me~ The girl looked down.
From the moment the other party called her name, she knew that all the cards had been mastered, and when she said "Doctor", the last luck was gone.
Minerva didn't know how the elves had mastered their condition. Anyway, they just knew it, and it didn't make sense to continue to struggle. As a person who inherits the blood of the royal family, as the other half of the marriage vow, even at this time, many things still have to face.
The magic armor spreading its wings in the air slowly lowered its height, and the turbulent air flow swept the whole body, and the green eyes stared at the leading elf.
"I understand what you mean, and I hope you can fulfill your promise. Don't forget, you promised your personality in the name of God and your personality."
"of course."
The security police officer nodded solemnly, the muzzles were all down to the ground, and several white coats carried out stretchers out of the trees on a stretcher.
Watching the stretcher carrying Roland go away, under the urging of the black elf, Minerva stepped out of the forest. To be continued. .