Arad's crooked savior

"Are we going back to Dark City?" Yuena asked.

Noipela's trip was a near miss, but he returned with a full load. The two new awakeners are the most important main boss and nanny!

"There's no rush. Let's stay outside tonight and then inquire about Xia Plun's progress."

Ye Lin seems to be confident of winning. Xia Pulun will definitely suffer in these days!

The current king of the dwarves, Golden King Videl, has the ability to summon thunder. For the dark elves who live underground all year round, thunder is an extremely annoying thing.

Although the tyrant Augustus was beheaded by the first king Aragorn, he was still a dwarf king at the same time. After his resurrection, his strength should not be underestimated.

"Speaking of which, this dwarf king is really stupid. After occupying the gold mine, he dug hard for two days and then escaped. The dark elves still have the final say in the underground world. Sooner or later, they will settle accounts with them."

Mo Mei's complaint was unanimously approved. Now the dwarves can only tremble in the corner of the underground space, living on robbery and ores, and never dare to confront the dark elves.

"Actually, there are additional reasons. Do you still remember the origins of Venus and the Dark Elves?"

Ye Lin paused and looked at Gu Yu who was three meters away from him in embarrassment, but the latter didn't have any unpleasant reaction.

"Although Venus cursed the dark elves, she was not merciful to the informant dwarves and also imposed a unique curse."

"The more gold they possess, the more unfortunate they become. However, the dwarves' desire for gold is engraved in their bones. This has led to the fact that nearly a thousand years have passed and the dwarves have not yet recovered."

Under the leadership of seven heroes, the Dark Elves established the Dark City and established a firm foothold in the underground space. However, the Dwarves have never made any progress, which is inseparable from this curse.

"In fact, the dwarves' blacksmith skills are also top-notch. The chains that sealed the evil dragon were made by them."

After taking out Dornier, he buried the pot on the spot to cook. It was impossible to go back today. Things in the gold mine took time to ferment.

They were in a pile of rocks outside Noipela, surrounded by taller rocks created with earth magic to block the fire. Isadura set up another layer of hidden magic to ensure that no one would discover them.

Orange flames licked the bottom of the pot, and a pot of mushroom broth was gurgling with aroma. The soup was rich and delicious. Cut the meat into small pieces, put it on, put the seasoning on it and roast it on another small fire, sizzling. The oil was blooming, and Mai Lu was waiting eagerly.

Siatt was making simple pancakes, tearing them into small pieces, soaking them, and eating them as they were sprinkled with sesame seeds.

"I don't have enough tableware to make anything particularly delicious, but there are still desserts. You're welcome, you can order whatever you want."

After saying hello with a smile, Gu Yu, who had been pouting at the side, suddenly brightened up after taking out the strawberry cake.

"Well, since you insisted on inviting me... then... um... thank you."

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Dark City, Senate

Xia Plun leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes to meditate. There was half a fragment of the book on the desk in front of him. The paper was yellow and the edges were scorched black. It seemed that it was an old relic that had been burned by fire.

The fire around him was flickering and not bright. He didn't like places that were too dazzling, and he rarely went to the ground for activities.

Outside the door, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps.

Ta, tap, tap...

Xia Plun slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of doubt flashed between his eyebrows. It was true that the footsteps were coming towards him, but what was the reason for such panic.

The sound came from far away, and the door was opened. A dark elf warrior came to him in a dusty way. After saluting, he said hurriedly: "Sir, there is news from the gold mine!"

"explain."

The lighting is dim, Chapron likes to wear a hooded robe, and his face is old and his skin is dry. It is difficult for people to guess what his expression is now.

"The three elders led the dark elf army and some necromancers to expel the Golden King Videl. Although they encountered some interference from corpse thieves and golden bugs, it went smoothly. But when they were rounding up Videl, they saw An unbelievable scene.”

He looked nervous and swallowed dryly, and said in horror: "The dead of the dwarves, the tyrant Augustus, has also been resurrected because of the mysterious plague!"

Click!

The right armrest of the seat was crushed by him, and the exquisite and luxurious decoration turned into a pile of wood scraps. No one saw it, and his eyelids twitched.

"The elders were seriously injured and barely managed to escape, but our soldiers suffered 20% damage."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at Xia Plun's glasses or even a piece of his clothes, and cold sweat flowed to the tip of his nose.

The Golden King was not caught, but he suffered heavy losses.

Chapron picked up a piece of sawdust with his fingertips, and a coldness flashed in his remaining left eye. "Spread the news, especially the resurrection of Augustus, and focus the topic on the relationship between His Majesty Aragon and Augustus." In this way, the problem of damage can be covered up while reviving the anger left by history."

"Your Excellency is wise!"

"How is Noipela? Where's the news from the spies?"

"this……"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead again, and he said solemnly: "All the spies who followed were killed. Judging from the technique, it seems to have been done by the Death Dance."

"What? All killed?"

"Yes……"

Chapron's calm face finally changed, because the spies he sent were not one or two salted fish, but were trained within the Senate by Minette, who was proficient in the four professions, and other elders of the Senate. An elite with one or two points of assassin and shadow dancer skills.

Moreover, each of them has a clean identity. Even if they meet Ye Lin on the road, they can perfectly hide themselves as ordinary dark elf residents and pass by with a smile and hello.

But how could the identity be exposed...

The most important thing is, why would the Death Ball help humans? Could it be that they surrendered to Queen Meia?

For the first time, he felt that the situation was a little out of his control, as if something had happened unexpectedly.

"Noypera, don't worry about it for now. Alchemist Morgan just found an antidote to mild infection from the contaminated spider legs. And I asked him and he hasn't met the adventurer team. Maybe he has." Infected by the plague and buried in Noipera.”

"In addition, under the guise of fulfilling the will of the Lord of the Holy Spirit, be fully prepared to kill Augustus and bring his body back!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Plun moved the corners of his mouth, but seemed to have nothing to add, and waved his hand to signal the other party to leave.

He picked up the warm tea on the table and took a sip. His eyes slowly moved to the fragments on the table, which had never been opened before.

"During the Dark Holy War, Lord Barak died unfortunately, but the Dark Elves are a race that can fight against the Pelus Empire that unified the continent. When will humans need help, Holy Lord Aled, haha, give the secret of magic to Pelus. The Fool of Russ, as is the current Queen Meia, is too indulgent towards humans, and actually sent Shallan to teach humans magic, which is beyond stupid.”

Perhaps to vent himself, or to convince himself, after murmuring for a while, he resolutely opened the remaining scrolls on the table.

"Claudind's Notes"

This is a half-burned note. The first half records the practice methods of necromancy, and the second half is a warning to necromancers. However, the second half was burned...

But with Xia Plun's wisdom, he can certainly figure out what the second half of the life is, but he doesn't care, because his physique is the most special, his age is long, and he has met the tyrant Barak himself!

Claudlind, the first undead master who came into contact with the dark elf in the legendary realm, has now gone crazy and disappeared, leaving only half of his notes.