high castle elves

To be fair, any Chinese who travels to another world and sees people with yellow skin will naturally develop a favorable impression.

Especially after the other party puts their hands together and returns the gift...

In addition, the other party is also practicing Qi.

They are simply born with a fondness for each other! ! !

The reason why Alamir just showed off his momentum and released a trace of true energy was actually to say hello to the yellow-skinned monk behind him. When he saw him politely clasping his hands and saluting him, Alamir also cupped his fists and raised his hands, so he almost used Here is a sentence in Mandarin: "He Zi, hard work, hard work, what a fight!! This top bureau chief has invited me, may I ask which row of the main hall is blessed and where the incense is burned??"

The meeting said that hard work must be in the Jianghu... These slang words are all terms given to him by Yang Guo for traveling in the Jianghu. Douhua'er refers to a martial arts hero, and being in charge of a sharp situation means a true monk. As for Which row of incense is burned is to ask the other person's seniority and apprenticeship.

The reason why Alamir cupped his fists and handed over his hands was because he had a glimmer of hope that the other party was also a time traveler, and he did not hope that the other party would report to Shaolin Temple Wutai Mountain. It was more of a self-comfort.Then, the reaction of the man who slightly raised his eyelids also made Alamir a little wary, so he stood guard at the door with the sword in his hand, holding Baitula's hand, ready to tell her to run away with him at any time.

Nothing else, because that person’s skin is too yellow.............

Not far away, under a sharp tree that looked like a blade, stood a middle-aged "man" with golden skin, as yellow as wheat in autumn. He was wearing a simple cloth robe and his hands were wrapped in bandages. He is at least eight feet tall, but he is extremely thin. Although Alamir cannot feel his presence, Alamir believes that his seemingly thin body definitely has terrifying power. Those exposed yellow muscles are like steel. Same matte finish.

This was a warrior monk. Alamir had felt the qi deliberately released by the other party before, so he was very sure.

This warrior monk has firm eyes and a stern face. He has no hair on his head, a short brown beard, and a pair of pointed ears. There is also an earring hanging on the ear, but his arms are longer than ordinary creatures, as if he is uglified. A version of elves, a glorified version of trolls.

This is a person who is good at palm skills and boxing skills. Alamir saw that the opponent's hands were not shaking even if they were hanging like this. It was obvious that the owner of these arms had excellent control over his body, and Yang Guo had told Alami that Well, when you walk around the world in the future, you must be careful with the palms of your fists when you see this kind of person, because people with long arms are naturally suitable for practicing martial arts.

At that time, Alamir wanted to give a counterexample, saying that he knew a Japanese man named Tony who had short arms but amazing hand skills...

Of course, Alamir was afraid of being kicked out of the family, so he had no choice but to say that the master was right.

At this time, Alamir, the weird man who claimed to be an old lame, and the monk, the three of them stood in a corner, with none of the three parties moving, and a dark halo of light flowed quietly between the three of them. , as if full of malicious ridicule.

The first person to break the silence was Nasr Yudin, who looked like a prophet.

"Respectable master, why don't you come over and share water, bread and salt together?" The old man who claimed to be an old lame stroked his beard, looking like a kind elder.

So the monk walked over slowly, and the distance of each step was as precise as measured by a ruler. It was exactly the size of the step that was most suitable for exerting force.

"Young junior, you'd better stay away from him. He is extremely evil and dangerous." A voice appeared in Alamir's mind, the voice was hoarse, like the crow of a crow.

Alamir's body shook without any trace, and then regained his composure.

Of course it was not the evil of the old lame that made Alamir almost uncontrollably tremble. Of course he knew this. Having come into contact with many evil creatures, he could smell the evil hidden in this old man from a long distance away. The taste comes.

Although he hid it well and looked like a lame prophet, what kind of good "person" could appear here? ?

Except, of course, Alamir himself.

What made Alamir a little bit out of sorts was the way the monk conveyed the message.

It turned out to be psychic. Alamir looked at the monk and was slightly surprised.

It turns out that a person who has mastered both spiritual power and true energy is already very rare, but he unexpectedly met a second "person" who mastered both spiritual power and true energy!

"My dear little friend, it seems that another monk came today. What a wonderful encounter." Watching the monk slowly walk away, the old lame turned back and introduced to Alamil.

Of course, the word "again" also contains the meaning of beating.

"Just tell me to be silent." In his mind, the monk's voice began to sound, and then he came to Alamir and stretched out his arm.

Does this mean shaking hands? ?Looking at the opponent's slender and powerful hand, which looked like a golden tree root, Alamir seemed to be attracted by the opponent's aura and stretched out his arm.

Alamir's fair young palm and the other's golden old palm were instantly connected.

Then, his eyes lit up.

What just happened?Does this mean to test me?Alamir did not dare to neglect, and also wrapped his palm with his true energy. The two's true energy touched in the palm of his hand, and then quickly dissipated.

Stable, peaceful, but extremely powerful, this is the feeling that the other party's Qi gives him. Although the feeling of Qi given to him is not warm enough, it makes Alamire feel warm in his heart subconsciously.

"It's such pure and peaceful energy. Your teacher must be a great person." The psychic message appeared in Alamir's mind again.

"Segris Menni Siqiang, from the Colorless Zen Forest."

"Alamil, from Dongsheng Divine Continent." By some strange coincidence, Alamir blurted out subconsciously.

"Is Dongsheng Shenzhou the main material plane? I come from the Sea of ​​Chaos and come here to kill an extremely evil existence."

"Him?" Alamir didn't look at the lame man, but his energy fluctuated momentarily.

"It's not him. Although he is evil enough, he is not my target. My target is a terrifying monster of extreme chaos and evil. He has polluted and corrupted many living things and brought chaos to this world."

"You are talking about the Lord of Corruption, right..." Alamir only felt that this monk had reversely practiced his mental skills when practicing, and used his brain like Ouyang Feng. Got some practice.

"That's it!" It seemed that the Silent Master sensed his thoughts, and then explained, "The Corruption Lord is already injured and restrained by a powerful god. Although my level is suppressed by the Black Prison, as long as Take the Adamantine Crusher and anyone can kill it.”

Alamir's mind fluctuated momentarily.

It turns out that it’s not that you need to be lower than the high level to enter, but that after entering, high-level people will be suppressed by the black prison to below the high level? ?Vesnaka has known for a long time that this place is very dangerous. He is afraid that he will die if he comes in and then makes a deal with me to let me come?

No wonder?On that day Vesnaka offered to trade, and Alamir seemed to be asking for repayment, but there was no way. Vesnaka pointed out that he had taken over Alamir's body and took over Alamir's existence. , enjoying the fate that was supposed to be Alamir's, that's why she said that you are Alamir, this is your destiny.

From the perspective of Alamir, who had taken over someone else's body and destiny, and faced with the original "Alamil" whose soul was dispersed by his own, his mother's words could never be repaid too much, so Only that day did Alamir forgive Vesnaka for forcing him to sign the stick-and-sword contract, and at the same time said that after this "deal", the road would go both ways, and the other party also agreed.

It turns out to be so dangerous! !Alamir frowned secretly. Sure enough, if he took advantage of someone's life and "luck", he would have to work hard to repay it.

He also came to get the Adamantine Crusher? ?Because this old lame is so afraid of him, I'm afraid I won't be able to grab him...

Why don't you go back? ?After hearing the other party admit that his level was suppressed, Alamir began to back down.

The kind of person who just came out of the novice village and competed with a bunch of powerful people for a certain heavenly material and earthly treasure and finally he was left alone to get the treasure was the son of the plane, not him.

You can just go back and tell the Vesnaka that you can't take it out, and then find another way to complete a certain transaction. The male elf must protect himself when he goes out.

Seemingly aware of Alamir's mental fluctuations, the Silent Master spoke again, "Are you also here to get the Adamantine Crusher?"

Communication at the spiritual level, and when the other party's spiritual power is far superior to his own, the emotional fluctuations cannot be faked at all, so Alamir admitted it.

"Only elves can take out the Adamantine Crusher. It is originally a sacred weapon of elves. I just borrow it. If possible, I will return it to you after I kill the Corruption Lord with it."

"Master Silence, do you want to ally with me?"

"Of course, the lame prophet is also a believer of Cyric. He also has nearly legendary strength. He was dragged into the dark prison for some reason. His target seems to be the Adamantine Crusher. In the dark prison, I The two have been fighting each other for three months..." The silent master dropped a bombshell.

Close to a legend? ? ?Aramil suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Just kidding, compared to walking with an assassin, most monks are relatively kind and lawful. The probability of encountering an evil monk is still very small. Moreover, the qi from the other party just now gave him a feeling of reliability. This psionic monk could obviously control himself with his psionic powers, but he still chose to discuss it.

"I agree, respected Master Silence, the forerunner of martial arts." It has to be said that Antinoya's etiquette education during this period was very successful. As soon as Alamir opened his mouth, he felt that he had that taste.

"Okay, we should go back." Before the other party finished speaking, Alamir's eyes blurred again.

After reacting, Alamir found that he was still where he was, maintaining the posture of shaking hands with him just now. The other party let go of his palm, and a pure and peaceful energy left a mark on his palm.

"This mark allows me to sense your location, and you can use Qi to remove it at any time." A silent voice sounded in Alamire's mind.

Before he began to study how to remove the qi from his palms, Alamir summoned Baitula and asked her who this old lame was.

Sure enough, Baitullah was adhering to the rule of don't tell unless you ask, and Alamir found out. Under his questioning, Alamir learned the origin of this "old lame".

Nasr Yudin, also known as the Cripple, was a prophet who traveled in the nomadic lands starting from 1367 in the Valley Calendar. He had a long white beard and wore a white robe, making his appearance What looks like a wandering prophet is actually a terrifying and cunning assassin.

Nasr seemed to be spreading the Church of Mohali along his journey, but in fact he was a follower of Cyric and the grand patriarch of a branch of Cyric's Temple of the Dark Sun. It is said that he grew up He selects victims from fanatical believers, brutally transforms them in the name of God, and uses some extremely evil ritual to make them into invisible lurkers who are loyal only to him. Then he controls them to carry out terrible evil. of assassination.

Nasr himself possesses an enchanted scepter, a set of enchanted plate armor, and a magical bottle called Clearance, which contains his invisible lurkers. In order to maintain his He has a mysterious and unpredictable image. He rarely takes action himself. Instead, he maintains a large number of fanatical followers. He masters the training methods of scepter assassins and plate armor assassins. He usually makes the fanatical assassins who have been brainwashed by him Holding his scepter to spread death, or wearing his plate armor to attack targets directly, he is known as the lame prophet who spreads conspiracy and death.

Being given these two pieces of equipment to attack and kill targets is considered the highest honor by his followers, but usually the scepter and plate armor are usually held by him. In addition to ancient magic, the scepter also has ancient magic on it. With Rick's divine power, the souls of those assassinated by deceit will be bound by the scepter and become the power of that terrible scepter. And that set of plate armor has been blessed by Cyric. That set of plate armor is not only like Cloth armor is just as light and has incredible evil effects. Besides, except for Old Lame, anyone who wears that set of plate armor will be absorbed by that set of plate armor if they don't give it enough soul and flesh.

"It turns out he is still a leader, a summoner..." Alamir looked at the old lame man, and finally understood how the puppet of the Dark Sun was killed just now, and why Baitula was so frightened that he lost his composure.

"Oh, my little friend, when faced with God's oak, do you choose to use your heart as a tree and pick the fruits to share with Him? Or turn your desire into a spring and fill my cup?" In the hands of the old lame man He took out a small retort and stared at Alamire with eyes full of evil wisdom.

Obviously, he seemed to know something, and he used this to threaten him, trying to get himself to cooperate with him, using his elf bloodline, to get himself to help him take out the Adamantine Crusher.

Did he know that I knew his identity? ?Or do you already know the master-slave relationship between the vampire and me?Or maybe he originally knew the old vampire?In fact, you came here just to have sex with me? ?Could it be that from beginning to end, this matter was a trap set by Vesnaka to get rid of me? ? ?

For a moment, Alamir was confused.

"How about we come together??" Alamir blurted out subconsciously.

“Very well, fill each other’s cups, but don’t drink from just one cup. Give each other bread, but don’t eat from just one loaf. Sing and dance together, but keep each other separate, even if They are noble elves, and the strings of their lutes are separated from each other, even if they vibrate to the same music." The old lame's expression became more and more "loving", and he spoke poetic language.

It probably means that he agreed to Alamir's proposal, first go to the big tree that turned into a sky-reaching oak, and then each of them would work according to their own abilities.

He said this, but his eyes were always on the silent master.

The latter did not speak, but stood alone not far behind Alamir.

Therefore, the three parties kept a safe enough distance and began to head towards the sky-reaching oak tree at the end of the field of vision.