These are not elves

The childish magician stood up with a curse, and continued to run forward without even having time to look at the road.

But not long after walking forward, the childish magician was confused. This was not the way he came here, but the whine behind him was getting closer and closer. There was no way, the childish magician could only continue to move forward to avoid it.

After running forward for a distance again, the whining behind him had disappeared, but the childish magician did not dare to stop. He was dead if he went back behind him, so he could only continue to move forward. The childish magician gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

As he went deeper into this passage, the naive magician felt something different. This passage was different from the one when he came in. The passage he came in seemed to be naturally formed, but this passage was indeed man-made and surrounded by Very obvious traces of decoration.

The childish Magic Club became nervous for a moment, but a sense of excitement also surged up. They might be about to see a real boss, a boss much more powerful than the Wild Dog King.

After walking a hundred or two hundred meters, the childish magician stopped. A black door stood in front of him. The childish magician stepped forward and touched the door. He was surprised to find that the door was made of an unknown metal. It was made, and there wasn't even a scratch carved on it by my own flint knife.

The childish magician looked around, then pushed the door. With a rumble, the door was opened, and what came into view was a domed hall. There was a seat in the middle of the hall, and sitting on it was a man whose whole body was on fire.

"Huh? Someone actually came here. Are all the guards dead?" Pho said in an unusually hoarse voice, which sounded like steel rubbing against steel.

"Eh, no, you are not a human, you are an elf! This is impossible, how can there be elves in the world." The fireman who was still sitting suddenly lost his composure after seeing the childish magician, and jumped to the ground stood up.

As Pyro stood up, the flames on Pyro's body also grew stronger. The childish magician only felt a wave of heat coming over him, and then his health began to decrease little by little.

"This is impossible. The elves have perished. Not a single one of them is left. How is this possible?" Pyro said with disbelief on his face.

"Hello, I am a naive magician from the Elf tribe. I broke in here accidentally. Please forgive me." The naive magician knew that this was not the way to go. He had to calm down the fireman first, otherwise You will be burned to death.

"The elves." Pyro said, and then gradually calmed down.

"Childish magician, damn the name is so convoluted. Elf explorers, aren't you perished? Why are you still appearing on the mainland? And what era is it in the outside world now?" The fireman sat down again and asked. road.

Seeing that the status bar was no longer losing blood, the naive magician breathed a sigh of relief, and now he had time to take a good look at Moros the Pyromancer.

Through the blazing flames, the naive magician could see that the upper body of Moros the Fire Man was naked, with streams of lava flowing down. The lower body was a pair of pants made of unknown materials, which looked full of plaits.

"I don't know the specifics. I only know that we were all born recently. We are led by the Elf Prince Kelandor and the World Tree Trasil. As for the outside era, I don't know." Childish Magic The teacher told the truth.

"Yes, that's it, Kelandor, the last prince of the Elf Empire, World Tree Trasil, that's it, hahaha."

Seeing Moros talking to himself, and then starting to laugh wildly, the childish magician suddenly felt like he was encountering a boss with a snake spirit.

"Elf Explorer, I am Moros, the deputy commander of the Second Empire's Lava Legion. Nice to meet you." After another silly moment, Moros said seriously.

"Hello, I am a childish magician." The childish magician didn't know what to say, so he could only reply dryly.

"Childish magician, I'm not sure how you got in, but I need your elves' help with something. Can you help me bring a letter to Kelandor?" Moros asked.

"With a little effort, I will definitely deliver it." The childish magician quickly walked over and took the letter, and carefully packed it with him.

"Morrow