Heimarian Odyssey

"Elven potion? What is that?" Lock asked.

"Good thing that can extend the lifespan" Old Cole sold a pass.

Clapping hands, the doll Lily brought two cups of tea and delivered them, and the two moved to a seat in the store.

After teasing the mist tea with his lips, Old Cole soothed his throat before saying, "You know, the relationship between our death knell and Mei Meili's hut is not very friendly."

Locke nodded, this is no secret.

The three magician organizations in the Kingdom of Manhattan are united to the outside world, but the contradiction between the Nememeli Lodge and the Deathstroke Mark has intensified to the extreme. With the shadow tower for neutralization, this stable state has been maintained so far.

"The Memeli Lodge branch in Crimea City intends to hold a trial event in the Mysterious Forest. The third prize is a bottle of elf potion. Are you interested in participating?" Old Cole asked.

"You haven't answered me what is Elven Elixir? There is also a trial in the Meimeili's hut, can I participate?" Locke rolled his eyes.

"Elixir potion is a magic potion that can improve the human body and is fundamentally changed." Old Cole said.

Locke understood, "Transform into other creatures?" Locke raised an eyebrow.

He has heard a lot about this type of medicament, most of which are discounted to increase life expectancy, but in fact it is a monster that transforms people into adults and no ghosts.

Some people can give up everything for strength and longevity, but Locke is not, he hasn't got it yet.

"Hey, don't use this expression!" Old Cole looked at Locke's expression and knew he would be wrong. "It's a half-elf, have you heard?"

Old Cole took out his cigarette gun hanging around his waist, knocked on the table and set on fire, then sucked hard and said, "I wouldn't tell you this unless you watched the wind grudge."

Elf, Locke heard about it, but the half-elf had never heard of it.

The eccentric creatures like elves belong to senior magicians and knights.

No matter the appearance of men and women is extremely beautiful, plus stronger than ordinary human physique, magicians and knights above the first level, like to use this kind of eccentric creature very similar to humans, as their own pet to vent the animal desire.

"Half elves can only be produced in two ways, one is the mixed son of human and elf, and the other is taking elf potions." Old Cole popularized Locke.

"How many physiques and talents can inherit the elves?" Changing the bloodline is nothing more than pursuing stronger power and potential. Locke asked what he cared about most.

Old Cole snorted again and spouted a spicy thick smoke and said, "I also don't know very well, how can I have a middle-class attendant's foundation."

The foundation of the mid-level servant means that even ordinary people who use this potion can instantly obtain the power of the mid-level servant. If they are given to Locke, the effect will definitely be stronger. This is the transformation of the source of life.

"The most important thing is that it can last more than 100 years. Are you not excited?" Old Cole smiled with a yellow tooth.

The lifespan of elves is 400 years on average, then the lifespan of half-elves is 200 years, which is a great attraction for magicians and knights who have not yet advanced to the first level.

"I'm thinking about it." Locke thought down his head, thinking about his parents and Xia Qian, the elf potion had given them the right benefits.

"Is there anything to consider? The elf is famous for its affinity with the three elements of water, wood and wind, which matches your temperament." Old Cole encouraged.

"Why don't you people who are struck by such a good thing participate?" Lock asked strangely.

"Of course I am involved, but I still have a recommended quota. If there is no suitable person, I chose you." Old Cole said, "Are you interesting?"

"Enough!" Locke patted Old Cole's shoulder hard and grinned Old Cole's teeth.

The contradiction between Meimeili's cottage and the death knell has a long history, which can add to the activities held by the opposite party. Some senior people in the organization of the death knell must be happy to see it.

"The third prize is a potion of elves. What about the first and second prizes?" Lock asked slightly curiously.

"The first prize is a leaf of life that can increase the affinity of the wood element and increase the success rate of promotion to the first level by 30%."

"The second prize is a super-level magic guide, a staff used by a second-level magician in Meimeili's cottage." Old Cole said, he heard a lot of information.

Locke's eyes moved as he heard the Leaf of Life, which increased the success rate of the first-level promotion.

"However, I advise you not to get involved in the first and second prizes. I don't know how many magicians and geniuses in the Mei Meili Lodge stared at these two prizes." Old Cole looked at Locke and was interested in the first and second prizes. , Quickly advised.

Locke increased his turnover by one third in the past two months. He didn’t want Locke to die like this. "I think you still have some hope for the third prize, and the fourth and fifth prizes will be lower. All are good." Old Cole said.

"What are the fourth and fifth prizes?" Lock asked casually.

"The fourth prize is an egg of quasi-order Warcraft, and the fifth prize is two hundred high-level magic crystals." Old Cole said.

"Hey, is this the old book?" Locke breathed a sigh of relief, and only one branch had such a generosity. The Meimeili cottage was really a local tyrant.

"Yeah, otherwise there will not be our death knell organization specially sent to snipe." Old Cole smiled.

Locke glanced at Old Cole and knew without guessing that among the first and second prize competitors, there must be a genius of the death knell organization.

"So, do you want to participate? If it is only stipulated that only people in the Crimea city area and below level one are allowed to participate, I will not consider you anymore." Old Cole cried.

"OK, I will participate!" Locke said.

"Hey, you can." Old Cole smiled, a prospective knight replaced the deathstroke mark organization, regardless of whether he won the prize, he had the reward given above.

Anyway, the high level of the organization of the death knell means to plug the Meimeili cottage, as long as you disgust you, I will earn.

"Bring it!" Old Cole reached out to Locke and said.

"what?"

"Five advanced crystal nuclei, entrance fee." Old Cole said.

"...So expensive?" Locke couldn't tell.

"Nonsense, otherwise do you think that Meimeili's cottage is in good hands? Give you so many prizes for free."

So the high-level crystal core that Locke had just traded from Old Cole returned to Old Cole, which was equivalent to his three days in the forest.

"This is the admission ticket, and I will take you there when the time comes!" Old Cole flicked Locke with a skull-shaped medal.

The Skull and Head Medal exuding a slight necrotic breath made Lok slightly uncomfortable. He called out a wind-style grudge to cover the medal. After blocking this smell, Lok felt much better.