Another world, I have an elf magician

"What are you doing standing there? Why don't you come over quickly?"

Aaron waved to me and I immediately followed.

The scenery at the top can be said to be extremely cold and very open. The place also looks particularly flat, as if it was deliberately carved by man.

Walking on the snow, we walked along a road to the end and saw a magnificent castle-shaped palace.

It stands on the top of the snow-capped mountains, hidden in the clouds and mist. The sunlight shines on the top of the translucent fortress, making it look shiny, reflecting golden light and shining brightly.

The palace door slowly opened, and two men in servant clothes stood respectfully on both sides. In front of them was a magnificent hall, with an empty crystal throne above the hall.

Stepping on the red carpet, I followed to the round table in the center and found several people in strange clothes sitting there.

There are clowns in suits and ties with heavy makeup on their faces, as well as full-body mechas, like Predator warriors from the future.

There are dwarfs who are less than one meter short, standing on chairs and talking loudly, with full beards, and Japanese samurai wearing tengu masks and Tsukiyo hair.

This is more like a hodgepodge, and those who didn’t know better thought it was a cosplay scene.

They noticed Aaron and me and glanced at us.

"Hey, hey, Miss Freya, I finally see you, but you kept me waiting for so long!"

The thirty-year-old Japanese samurai ran over with a sly smile and hugged Freya around the waist.

He was only 1.5 meters tall. Compared with Freya, a beauty who was about 1.8 meters tall, he was a whole lot shorter, with his head only reaching her chest.

"Look what you said, I've only been away for an hour, and you're so impatient?"

Freya had a sweet voice and touched the bald forehead of the Japanese samurai with a delicate expression.

Aaron was surprised: "Why are there so many people? Where did they come from?"

As soon as his words came out, I noticed that the others immediately looked dissatisfied, and some had clenched their fists, as if they would be tense at the next moment.

Freya said: "I forgot to tell you. In the two years since you left, we have found several other owners of the Lord of the Rings and special bloodlines. Please introduce yourself."

The Japanese samurai raised his hand, revealing the ring on his thumb, and said proudly: "I am the owner of the Ring of Wind, Hattori Gozo. You can just call me Gozo."

The clown said: "I come from Titan, a prosperous and ugly city. I am the owner of the Ring of Illusion. My name is Napier Jackson."

The Predator's voice was full of mechanical style, "My name is Stark Raymond."

The dwarf finally said: "I am Khaki, the blacksmith master."

Aaron and I began to introduce ourselves. After a brief familiarity, a low and majestic voice came.

"Hello, my friends."

I looked up and saw a flash of fire on the Crystal Throne, and a tall figure appeared, standing at the front, and slowly sat down.

It was a man wearing fiery red armor, with red hair hanging on his left and right shoulders. He looked very cold and cold, with a look of vicissitudes of life on his face.

From him, I felt a strong sense of oppression, just like the red dragon before, which made me feel flustered.

"boss!"

All the people sitting stood up one after another, then knelt on the ground, bowed their heads and shouted respectfully in unison.

Only Aaron, me, and Anna stood there and didn't make any movement.

"Aaron, you have become much stronger!"

The man on the throne stared at Aaron, and the pressure on my body suddenly decreased a lot, and my breathing began to become smoother.

Aaron knelt down and said seriously: "Boss, I'm back!"

"Well, have you discovered anything in the past two years?"

the boss asked.

"As you can see, I only brought two people, one of them is mine..."

"Women, this is very strange, you actually have a woman you like?" The boss's voice seemed to be teasing.

He looked at me, and the oppressive feeling suddenly hit me like an overwhelming force.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and I noticed Aaron turning back to hint at me with his eyes.

I remember he said before that his boss was like a mountain eagle, no, more difficult to deal with than a mountain eagle.

So don't think of lying.

"Boss, hello, I am Randy Greste. Nice to meet you."

I bent down and lowered my head, placed my right hand behind my back, stretched out my left hand, and showed a noble salute.

I learned this from magic school.

"Interesting, he is a descendant of the Dragon Clan, so I have nothing to worry about."

"Uh...Dragon clan?"

I heard the boss's deep laughter, but I didn't dare to look up.

Suddenly, I saw a pair of red iron boots on the ground in front of me. I subconsciously looked up and found the boss standing in front of me.

I was so frightened that I stepped back, my legs weakened, and I collapsed to the ground.

"Don't be so nervous, kid."

The red vertical pupils were facing me squarely, and their eyes were deep and cold, like a beast from the abyss.

"Stand up and attack me with your strongest blow. Let me see what talent you have."

The boss's voice was slightly encouraging, and I bravely stood up and took out my wand.

"I'm afraid this attack will have a wide range and I can't control it, and it will blow a big hole in the ceiling!" I warned.

"That's it."

The boss didn't care and waved gently.

I opened my eyes wide and looked around in disbelief. I found that he and I were transferred outside in just an instant, standing on the top of a snow-covered mountain.

"Is it okay now?" the boss said calmly.

I stepped back some distance, raised my wand high, whispered the spell, and danced the summoning dance at the same time.

Looking up, I found that a large number of dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and my elven eyes observed that the magic power around me was rapidly gathering towards me.

The strong wind blew, howling incessantly, thunder rolling in the clouds, and the sound was deafening.

"Thunderstorm!"

When the wand was waved, dozens of lightning bolts struck simultaneously, the powerful current spread violently, and the blue light was dazzling with passion.

The figure of the boss was engulfed by the lightning I dropped.

When the light dissipated, several large craters were blown out of the surrounding ground, but the location where he stood remained unchanged.

He remained motionless and unscathed, and said in a cold voice: "If you used a staff, it would be more powerful. The blow just now is comparable to king-level magic, which is not bad."

He teleported in front of me and held my shoulders.

I felt bad, a sense of crisis came over me, making my scalp numb.

"Your soul seems a little special?"

The boss's red eyes stared at me, and I saw my reflection in them, with a nervous look on my face.

"That's all, drink a drop of my blood essence and see what changes happen to you. If the bloodline only inspires a little rubbish ability, then you will die here."

Before I could scream, I saw a scratch appear on the boss's raised finger, and a drop of blood flew into my mouth and melted quickly.

Suddenly, I felt the blood boiling in my body, and violent energy flowed through my body, impacting my internal organs and bones throughout my body.

I fell to my knees in pain. The severe pain was like poisonous needles, drilling into my blood vessels and pricking deeply.

My consciousness gradually fell into unconsciousness, and finally I fell to the ground looking at the pair of iron boots in front of me.