Night Crow Master

Soon after.

The edge area of ​​the kingdom of blood feast.

A group of seven people gathered in this place.

The leader is a humanoid creature shrouded in black robe.

Shady.

Beside him, a man with holes all over his body was tearing the scarlet flesh, or the skin of the people of blood, from his body.

cobbler.

"There is no news about the water ghost and the rudder. They should be dead. It should be impossible to go to other countries by water."

After tearing off the skin of the blood people, the cobbler said.

"There is no way. Let them prepare boats or navigable things. Don't act rashly. Follow my route. There shouldn't be any problems, nor will the people of the tides."

A neutral mechanical sound was heard, and the shady who was covered by the black robe said:

"For the blood people, they should be led away by the old dog and the chameleon who are greedy for petty and cheap things. These two idiots must have done something superfluous."

"By the way, if the old dog and the chameleon are not dead, it is estimated that they will be able to return in about two hours..."

However, just as he said these words, two small black werewolves appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Seeing these two werewolves, the shady voice was slightly stagnant:

"It seems that the calculation was wrong, and they are back now. Could it be that they didn't meet the fourth-level blood people? Shouldn't..."

"Although I don't know what's going on, if you are so calm, in other words, you guy should know that we were chased by the people of blood, right?"

Two black werewolves stopped in front of the shady and the cobbler, and the black werewolf on the left spoke.

"Sure, you don't need to think about this **** to know, maybe tm will have this bastard's participation."

The black werewolf on the right had a more violent tone. When he said this, his sharp fangs had barked, exuding hostility.

"Old dog, don't talk nonsense about things without evidence. Also, we have signed a covenant. I have no intention of harming you. I know it doesn't mean that I participated."

Facing the black-haired werewolf's hostility, the shady didn't even move, standing in place, talking to each other very calmly.

The grumpy black werewolf is an old dog.

And the other...

When the tanner and others' eyes fell on the other black werewolf, the opponent's body began to deform at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a humanoid creature covered with a few scales.

chameleon.

"I hope so." The chameleon didn't react too much to the shady explanation in a tepid manner, just turned his head and said lightly to the black wolf man:

"Old dog, it's time to stop."

When the chameleon's voice fell, the irritability and hostility on the black werewolf's face seemed to have never appeared before, and disappeared instantly.

The black hair on his body disappeared at the same time as his irritability and hostility.

Visible to the naked eye, the black-haired werewolf's body shrank slightly, turning into an ordinary man.

Old dog.

With his left hand resting on his right shoulder and shaking, the old dog smiled at the shady:

"I got a good news, what price are you going to pay?"

As if the situation that might have been calculated before does not exist at all.

Hearing what he said, the dark scene shrouded in black robe made his body tremble slightly:

"what news?"

........

When the old dog and the chameleon were trading intelligence with the shady scene, Yate, who tore through the cracks in the shadows and made a shadow jump, walked out from another part of the kingdom of blood feast.

However, there is a problem.

A very serious problem.

Someone came along.

Elf.

This is a bit difficult. For Dimon, this elf is more difficult to deal with than burial. There are actually many weaknesses in the dream road, but the problem is the weakness of the elf. For Dimon, it is not even touchable. Arrived.

The key is......

For Yate himself, this type of role is also a hard-working type.

Because there is no logic.

There is no logic at all in the action, and it is completely random. If it is not determined that it is a creature on the side of order, Yate will even think that it is a guy running out of the abyss of chaos.

According to Dimon's memory, whether it is good for oneself, bad for oneself, or has nothing to do with him at all, it will do it.

If this is the case, then it is the trickiest type for Yate.

The logic of action is chaotic, which means that many ex-ante response methods may be ineffective or even counterproductive, and can only rely on on-the-spot reactions.

This insecure mode of action is what Yate hates most.

However, Yate has another concern, that is, Dimon's impression is not correct.

Is the impression that "elves act without logic" is correct or true.

And to what extent is the logic of action confused, and what basic logic is followed?

Other than that, when you encounter a crisis, will you choose to resist or flee?

If it is the group of chaotic creatures in the endless abyss, when encountering a crisis, they can do nothing to resist, ignore, take the initiative to die, or even commit suicide when they see the enemy or act desperately with their companions.

As an orderly creature, the action of self-preservation is the most basic part of the logic of action. Even if it lacks the logic of action, it will have the consciousness of self-preservation.

But with Dimon's abilities, he couldn't fight against this believing creature that walked on the path of dreams anyway.

Either find a way to escape, but you need to make the player's emblem record the "Black Thorn found the elf".

It's okay to have this one by yourself, but it's difficult for the elf to handle it.

How to "reasonably" find the elf and leave?

Yate did not consider the situation of "friendly" conversation with the elf.

The elf will chase him for only one reason, and is interested in him.

But what interest did it generate?

If it is the normal logic for the players of the game country, it is the inducement he used to induce the old dog and the chameleon before, and the elf is also caught, focusing on the high-level items that may exist in his hand.

But the problem is that the elf cannot be judged by normal logic.

Anyway, let's try it out by normal means.

I scanned the surroundings, even if my gaze passed by the floating elf not far away, it didn't stop at all, as if nothing existed there.

........

"Hee hee hee."

Not far from Yate, a seven or eight-year-old creature, unable to distinguish between men and women, with transparent wings similar to a butterfly on his back, only palm-sized creatures, was snickering.