high castle elves

Alamir drew his sword.

"Kill him..." I don't know why, but a strong impulse appeared in Alamir's heart. He had never wanted to kill a creature at this moment.

It was as if they were destined to fight.

There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, only life and death.

The mage's black velvet robe shook slightly. Under the thick fabric, something seemed to be stirring and struggling, as if something was about to break out.

The mage's robes bulged and twisted abnormally, and the black velvet fabric rubbed against the air, making a slight and weird sound.

Like the neighing of snakes...

Gondor's hand holding the bone staff trembled slightly. On the back of his thin hand, the bulging blood vessels danced like earthworms due to exertion. Although his face tried hard to remain calm, Drow's infrared perspective was different from Alamire's. From the "psychic perspective" perspective, the obvious rise in body temperature and strongly suppressed emotional fluctuations still betrayed him.

Gondor retreated slowly, sweat dripping down his face in large drops, dampening his enchanting purple locks - it seemed that every step he took back exhausted all his strength.

When Gondor retreated five feet away from Alamir, the murderous intention in Alamir's heart that was bitten by a poisonous snake slowly faded away, and the opponent's trembling body slowly calmed down.

something wrong! !

Alamir suddenly discovered that from the beginning to now, in the several meetings he had with Gondor, the other party had always maintained a distance of five feet from him and Barbara. He had just jumped in from the window, and just now he had jumped in from the window. Stand three feet away from him.

Could it be because of his physical condition? ?

Thinking of the strange hole in the opponent's heart, Alamir naturally thought that it was some evil curse that prevented him from getting within five feet of a kind creature.

He is really a typical mage, seeing that the madness and confusion in the other person's eyes have disappeared, and he has regained his composure.Even Alarmir had to admit that Gondor was truly a born mage.

Wise, cold, and thinking rationally at all times, everything is within their control... Although Alamir is not a mage, it does not prevent him from knowing what a real mage is like from Liarden.

"Hello, Alamir." Gondor gave a mage salute to Alamir.

"Hello, Gondor." Alamir stood upright naturally, holding the sword in his left hand, with the sword blade attached to the outside of his forearm, his right thumb curled into a palm, and he made a sword salute.

"Alamere..." Barbara was on the side, her tone sad and vaguely apologetic.

Alamir didn't look at her. From the moment Gondor called him by his real name, Alamir knew what Barbara might have told him. From her slightly trembling tone, Alamir also knew the recent news. There is something about "Eilistraee" believers in the city.

Who is this believer of "Eilistraee"? No one knows better than Barbara.

After all, the moonlight sword can only be activated in the hands of Alamire, and Barbara clearly knows that apart from them, there are no Eilistraee believers hiding in the city.

"I should have signed a contract with Barbara from the beginning to prevent her from leaking the secret..." For some reason, Alamir was a little surprised by the sudden "evil thoughts" and was slightly stunned.

Gondor, who was hiding in the shadows, observed Alamir and Barbara. Looking at Barbara's expression, he suddenly opened his mouth and smiled.

"His?"

"Ah."

"very good."

"Fortunately."

The mage and the swordsman were asking and answering questions, and perhaps something unknown was slowly flowing between them.

Drow's complex and detailed language also has subtle differences in the "He" of the gods. The slight curling of the tongue of "He" indicates that this is a goddess.

That sentence is very good, it illustrates the other party's position and recognition of his power, or the recognition of his "master behind the scenes" - during Barbara's teleportation, Alamir knew that Barbara only told him Alamir The fact of your name.

I hope he still thinks that he and Barbara are slaves of the "Demon of Desire". Alamir's heart is as clear as ice, and his powerful psychic energy is constantly running, trying to control his emotional fluctuations.

As for that sentence, it's okay. Alamir is both performing and planting psychological hints for himself - vaguely expressing his "situation", and twitching the corners of his mouth just right. Alamir is trying hard to perform a " The image of an assassin who is forced to carry out assassinations under the orders of his master.

After all, as a drow, no one wants to be so "ostentatious". Alamir's words are okay, but he is trying hard to play himself as a drow who actively or "forced" to obey orders, and does not let Gondor Discover your true identity.

I am a drow, I am a drow... Alamir tried hard to build himself up mentally. Suddenly, the evil emotions in his heart that had been absorbed and transformed by the psychic vortex were released. When he came out, a cold and evil temperament appeared on him.

He wants to make him believe that all his actions are because of "His" instruction, not his original intention.

"Haha, deal?" The other party smiled, drew a spell rune with his finger, and a faint fluorescent light began to appear in front of Alamire and Barbara's eyes.

It was a map of Nesad City made of magic. The detailed map lines were hidden in a faint mist, and the strangely flickering purple-red fluorescent spots on it shone brightly in the fog caused by magic.

Alamir's breathing quickened.

Because that purple fluorescent spot is most likely where those Eilistraee believers were imprisoned!

The map floating in the air immediately changed, and the fluorescent dots on it began to stretch, turning into a strange and winding line, leading straight to a certain place, and then the picture changed again, turning into a hidden cave.

Then the image of the cave disappeared and turned into a magic map again.But this time there was no magic fog blocking the map, and the fluorescent dots on it clearly showed a certain location.

"Kent's Cave!" Barbara exclaimed from behind.

"????" Alamir turned back in confusion, and what greeted him was Barbara's surprised expression.

During the spiritual link, a heartfelt joy came from the bottom of Barbara's heart, "Kent's Cave is just outside Nesad City. It is a hidden cave that Gundur and I discovered when we were children."

Obviously, judging from Barbara's title, she also regarded this "Gandur" as his former self, and this Gondor not only suspected that he had discovered the location where the group of Eilistraee believers were imprisoned, He even pointed out an extremely secret escape route for them.

If this map is true, or if there is no ambush there.

"Deal??" This time it was Alamir's turn to speak, so he turned back and stared at the mage opposite.

What answered him was the dazzling dance of light.

The thin threads formed by the spell began to twist and reweave into another picture - this not only showed the spell owner's fine spell control, but also showed the content of the transaction.

It was a long list, and the names on the list included both "ordinary people" and some names that made the entire city of Nesad tremble with fear.

It includes the names of most of the contestants this time, and there are also some people who seem to have nothing to do with them, such as the second manager of the largest chamber of commerce in the city, an illusionist in a civilian area, or someone who is down and out. alien human mercenaries.

The most troublesome among them is the third family's team, the Flower of Despair!

It can be seen that this is a big game, and the opponent seems to think they can do it!Alamir stared at the mage opposite, as if he wanted to read something from his face.

But except for the smile, nothing could be seen. Later, even the mage's face became blurry and unreal. Through the faint light of the magic thread, the other person's face seemed to be hidden in the light.

"No..." Barbara looked at the long list, then looked at the two "brothers", and murmured softly.

However, the swordsman and the mage looked at each other and smiled, making her cover her face in pain.

Seeing her "relatives" fall into the abyss of evil killings and being assimilated by the city, Barbara obviously found it difficult to accept it.

"Deal!" The same voice came from the mouths of the mage and the swordsman.

Soon, the list in the sky began to twist, turned into a parchment scroll, and fell into Alamire's hands.

"You will get it after clearing the list above." Gondor bowed again, saying that the map would appear on it after Alamere kills everyone.

"I hope we can all get what we want." Alamir lowered his sword in salute, smiling softly and lovingly.

"I hope so, my friend." The mage raised his staff and slowly disappeared into the shadow of the door.

"I hope..." Watching Gondor disappear at the street corner again, Alamir leaned on the bed, the wine in his hand as red as blood, and an image lingered in his mind.

That was passed on to him by the Demon of Desire. In the picture, Gondor is standing behind Frodie, in her luxurious and evil palace, just like the Fern (magical advisor) of the first family.

What are you planning, what do you mean?Or do you mean your "master"? ?

Or has no one ever been your master? ?

Alamir carefully replayed the scene from the Demon of Desire in his mind, trying to analyze whether the other party had joined the eldest daughter of the first family from their positions and expressions to determine whether the map given by the other party was not real.

"Haha, deal??" The corner of Alamir's mouth raised a mocking arc. If you knew, I never thought about saving those Eilistraee believers from the beginning, and their god also agreed to this destruction. Plan, I don’t know what you will think.

"Haha, deal??" In another dark basement, he pressed his hand on his empty heart, feeling the cold and vicious power of evil surging inside, and a crazy smile appeared on Gondor's face.

Foxes and foxes deceive each other, and both sides always lose.

..........

"You have been invited to a masquerade—

In the palace, night, a week later,

To celebrate the Queen's birthday.

Come, put on the costume, come, have dinner, come, dance!

Can I be rewarded? ? "

Beautiful ancient language came out of the mage's mouth. At this time, the mage's robes kept flying and beating, and huge pain climbed up his body, but his expression was sober and happy.

Where his fingers came into contact with his chest, there was a sound of a hot iron burning into the flesh, and a burning smell filled the air.

Inexplicable energy danced crazily around him, and soon disappeared into silence.When he raised his fingers covering his heart, his empty chest was as smooth as new life!

Except that there was a strange rune on it, his hollow chest that looked like a spider had returned to its original state!

"No one can refuse a yellowed invitation..." He put on the mage's robe automatically, and the mage showed a satisfied smile, with a relaxed expression, as if he was about to attend a dance.

“…..With pathetic punctuality, all the guests arrived.

And the guards greet you with a smile.

He takes your coat off and is surprised by your mask. "The mage picked up the staff again and gave it a light blow. Everything in the room was turned into powder by the power of magic.

An almost high-level aura emanated from him!

"His people?" The next second, the mage appeared at the window of his father's mage tower, looking down at the city below.

Under the tower, among the bits and pieces of magic light emitted from various buildings, the night color of Nesad City was as blue and purple as the whiplash on his back, and the pattern formed by the night view of the Drow City looked like two terrifying monsters, showing their fangs to each other. .

So, the mage's eyes fell on a certain hotel, and he seemed to see a certain drow looking out from the street.

"Cheers, my friend." A cup of the mage's special drink appeared in the mage's hand, as if he was drinking it with others.

Right at the hotel window, Alamir looked suspiciously in a certain direction, as if his eyes had just met something.

"It seems like someone is watching me?" Alamir thought suspiciously, leaning on the window sill and drinking the wine in the glass.

The next second, Alamir disappeared out of the hotel window, leaving only half a glass of wine still swaying slightly in the glass.

There is endless wine in the cup, endless heads of enemies!

The secret sword from the ancient fairies finally began to show its fangs like this city.