high castle elves

"The sky is dark and the ground is dark, I can't help but the shooting stars..." Under the dim sky, Alamir suddenly burst into flames and hummed.

Alamir stood with his hands behind his hands, tears streaking across his eyes.

After so many years, it’s finally time for me to brush up on experience and materials! ! !

"Baitula, where are the puppets of the Dark Sun below my level?" Alamir held a sharp sword and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle! !

It's actually the Eagle Eye Technique. After the magic earrings were upgraded, they were also equipped with the Eagle Eye Technique, allowing Alamir to temporarily have the vision of an eagle!

According to Baitulla, it is not yet time for the Black Prison to open, so Cyric's priests have not entered it for trials. In addition, this "spurting" is part of the agreement between the old vampire and Vesnaka. It is forcibly opened using countless magic materials, so the intensity of the black tide will be much smaller.

Therefore, it is relatively easy for me to "eat chicken". I only need to deal with the native "monsters" in the black prison? ? ?Alamir asked Baitulla.

Although she didn't understand what eating chicken meant, Baitula still understood what he meant, so she nodded and said that although the intensity of the black tide this time was small, she only needed to kill most of the puppets of the dark sun and use the killing to sacrifice A sacrifice is enough, but it has been more than 5 years since it was last opened. Many powerful Dark Sun Puppets have devoured each other and become extremely powerful. Although the characteristics of the Black Prison mean that there are no high-level Dark Sun Puppets here. But there are not many who are close to the high level, and as a home battle, even the low-level Dark Sun Puppet is more dangerous than the same-level monsters outside.

This is not a problem, you just need to tell me where there is a Dark Sun Puppet that is lower than my level... Alamir thought with disdain that there is a golden finger that can instantly kill someone below his own level. Afraid of a ghost?

So, with the blessing of the eagle eye technique, Alamir began to look for prey frantically.

Finally, at 10:20 northwest of him, he found two more Dark Sun puppets fighting there. One had a sharp horn on his head, and the other had sharp bone wings half like bones growing out of his back, but there were no sharp bones. The feathers shot out like flying knives.

"Them??" Alamir motioned to Baitulla, who shook his head slightly, indicating that he was not suitable.

Is it?Alamir looked at Baitula. At this moment, her purple robe was taken off and she was put on a purple tights. Her whole body was exquisite and convex, and her pair of slender thighs made Alamir stare at her for a long time.

Of course, Alamir is not an lsp, absolutely not, but has discovered a big...secret to her outfit!

And it's a very serious one, for example, purple...

He finally understood why Baitulla wore purple, because in the dim light of the dark prison, purple was the least noticeable color, because regular black clothes would appear obvious under the dark sun.

Looking at his white young knight costume, Alamir felt that he had been careless.

Soon, Alamir understood the reason why Baitulla would not let him pass: just when the two puppets of the dark sun were about to decide the winner, suddenly, a dark purple figure appeared in the black light next to him. He directly attacked the two fighting Dark Sun Puppets, bringing up pieces of dim afterimages in his hands.

Shadow! !It turns out that there has been another Puppet of the Dark Sun hiding over there! !

Looking at the attacker appearing in the shadow over there, Alamir was lucky that he did not go forward hastily, lest he become prey under the sharp claws and fangs of the "yellow bird" hiding in the shadow.

The Dark Sun Puppet with the characteristics of a shadow dancer came into contact with the two "monsters" fighting, and then immediately hid in the shadows. Soon, when the two Dark Sun Puppet who were fighting over there suddenly disappeared, The sharp-eyed Alamil stared at the shadow as he watched a scimitar and bone wings fall.

He silently took down the star-iron bow from behind and set a sharp arrow on it.

He drew his bow as a draw, and used arrows as a long weapon. Alamir was very confident, because judging from the breath coming from the sneak attack shadow dancer, he had not entered the middle level at all, but was only at the peak of the low level, about seven. At level eight, Alamir should be able to kill with one strike after practicing archery for so many years.

This time, Baitullah made a rare move to stop Alamir.

As a slave who has always been obedient, Baitulla rarely takes the initiative. Most of the time, Alami will ask her questions and she will answer them, and most of them will use movements or magic to communicate. However, this kind of initiative prevents Alami from doing anything. Your behavior is still relatively small.

So, there must be something going on.Alamir put away his long bow and took out his two swords.All his skills were focused on the sword, and the confidence that the Star Iron Giant Bow gave him was far less than the "flower" in his hand and the "tree" behind his back.

Soon, Alamir knew why Baitulla stopped him, because in the shadow not far away, a rare shadow fluctuation suddenly appeared, and soon, a dagger fell dozens of feet in front of them to the left. s position.

The scimitar Alamir recognized was the "dagger" of the shadow dancer.

Alamir carefully did not pick it up, nor did he use his spiritual energy to pick it up. Instead, he used spiritual energy to spread fear, anxiety, and decadent emotions into the space around him.

There must be "people" in the nearby shadows. Although I don't know how the shadow dancer got close to me, there is only one situation where my "equipment" will fall, and that is if he is killed.

So, who is the "person" who killed him? ?

Even though Alamir has experienced many strange situations, he has awakened the heart of a swordsman and moved forward bravely, but he is still amazed by the horror and strangeness of the Black Prison.

"What suggestions do you have?" Alamir asked Baitulla in his mind.

"Master, please come with me." After saying that, a shadow enveloped Alamir. After the shadow passed, Alamir and Baitulla had disappeared.

Shadow travel! !This Baitula is indeed a gifted shadow vampire, and he is actually proficient in traveling through shadows!Alamir's eyes suddenly went dark, as if he had entered a strange squashed can. The cold energy surrounded him and corroded him slightly. If Baitulla's shadow energy hadn't wrapped him up, he would have been possessed by the shadow energy of the shadow realm. harm.

The dim space flashed like ripples, and a short and stocky figure with eyes like coals, but with four arms and huge sharp claws, a strange monster like a halfling appeared in the air. Looking at the place where Alamire disappeared, he There was a look of ferocity and regret in his eyes, and his nose twitched crazily, as if he was sniffing some kind of smell in the air. At the same time, he ducked and immediately appeared in front of the fallen scimitar, trying to pick it up and run away. road.

"Some people give happily, and this joy is their reward; some people give painfully, and this pain is their baptism. When you give death to your kind, then other deaths will also be given to you, Do you think so? Child??" An old and kind voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the monster seemed to have encountered something terrible, trembling all over and trying to hide in the shadows.

Then, it's half the battle.

Half of his body fell to the ground, and soon turned into the energy of this black prison. With a pop, the scimitar, dagger, and bone wings fell to the ground.

And there was something more, two stubby arms with terrifying sharp claws on them. In the center of the sharp claws, two eyes shed tears of blood.

I don't know when, an old man wearing a dark purple robe with a gray beard, holding a scepter and wearing a black iron crown, like a prophet or a priest, appeared nearby and picked up the scimitar and dagger on the ground. etc.

The old man dressed as a prophet limped a few steps, with a smile on his face that made people want to get close to him: "The flower born for the longing for life, the most unruly little eagle in the eagle's nest, long time no see .”

With his words, the shadow somewhere dissipated, and Alamir and Baitullah appeared at the same place just now.

It turns out that they were pretending to be walking through the shadows and leaving, but they were actually right where they were!

Baitulla trembled slightly, and her fear was sensed by Alamir.

Alamir finally understood why Baitulla had just stopped her and shouted away. It turned out that what she was afraid of was not the four-armed Rumpelstiltskin, but the lame old man who looked harmless!

To be able to scare such a determined assassin, this old man must be extraordinary.

Because living in a black prison with "no harm at all" is scary enough in itself.

"Oh, is there another noble elf? Your soul is like a thousand-petaled lotus, opening to itself. Baitulla, you have really chosen a good eagle master." The lame old man said to him Alamir saluted: "Good day, noble elf, my name is Nasr-Yuddin, you can just call me Old Lame."

"Good day, Mr. Nasr, nice to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to talk to the elves." The human who called himself Old Lame held a scepter and issued an invitation. "Fate has brought us together. Do you want to go with me? Enjoy the journey."

"Of course!" Alamir raised his head and said with a smile, "It is my honor to be able to walk with such a wise elder like you."

"The body is indeed the harp of the soul, beautiful elf, your soul will definitely be able to play wonderful music." A wise smile appeared on the old lame's face, and the light in his falcon-like eyes made Alamir feel a little uncomfortable.

"I believe it too." Alamir clasped his hands together and saluted in the direction of the old lame man.

He agreed to the request of this weird old man's colleague not because of his skill and boldness. He was not powerful enough to ignore the existence that even Baitulla trembled. He was flat-chested, no, to be fair, as a shadow vampire, Baitulla's personal His strength is probably above his own.

But the reason why he agreed to such a request was only because he saw a person.

A person with yellow skin...