God seal

The answer of the goddess of nature is somewhat intriguing.

"At least it's not bad news." Brian comforted Searle, "She said that he is still by your side, does that mean you can still meet?"

Others also expressed their opinions one after another, but Searle's face was not good-looking.

"I don't think so."

A sudden voice broke into the discussion of the crowd.

"The phrase 'swallowed by black' may mean that he is dead, or it may imply that he has fallen into the abyss, and 'guarding you with every inch of flesh' does not sound so auspicious. I think the prophet Olivier is dead .”

Who speaks so blindly!Don't you know how to look at the atmosphere?

Then everyone saw the bard with long blue hair.

Monte asked, "Why are you here?"

"Are you only allowed to go at the gate of the city?" the bard asked back.

He carried the harp on his back, and changed his clothes again. Compared with Seer and the others who were in a hurry, the bard here was the neatest and cleanest.

"Isn't it cruel for you to give him hope, and finally let him face the reality of despair?" Neil the bard looked at Searle, "It's better to tell him the worst outcome from the beginning, or to have a psychological Prepare."

"Thank you." Searle said, "I think I'm ready. If he is dead, I will avenge him; if he is lured into the abyss by the devil, I will liberate him myself."

The others didn't speak. They all knew that for Searle, who had been looking for Olivier for so long, the reply from the goddess of nature was not good news anyway.

Only Neil said: "To be honest, the prophet Olivier can live for nearly 200 years, which is already a surprisingly long life among humans. I think this may have something to do with his family secrets. It's a pity that little Olivier has already passed away. dead, or maybe you can ask him about the Olivier family."

Thinking of little Olivier's death at this time, Searle felt that there were still some doubts.For example, where did he get the nearly out-of-print demon summoning scroll?And who taught him the wrong way of summoning, so that the summoning was not completely successful?And the deaths of the three mages were also very strange, as if they were deliberately silenced.

Searle glanced at Estes lightly. Regarding this, he had to find an opportunity to talk to his dear brother in private.No one in the group has a mount, but the time spent talking has already moved away from Locke City.Standing on the border between the city and the forest outside Locke City, they faced a choice, whether to continue northward into the Dwarf Kingdom, or westward into the Western Sea of ​​Trees.Of course, you can continue to go south, cross the Aisi River and the foothills of the Orcs to return to the Confederacy, or Sel can choose to return to the Holy City.

"I don't want to go back to Iranpur for the time being." Searle said, "I will continue to search for Olivier, whether it is his body or him who has fallen into a demon."

"Then how are you going to find him?" Monte asked.

"I hope you will go back to the sea of ​​trees with me!" Estes had already taken the first step before Searle could think about it.

"What?" Except for the few elves present, the others were very surprised.They never expected that Estes would make this request.

Searle was exiled by the Elf King!

"You specially opened the sea of ​​trees to find me." Searle's silver eyes trembled, and he returned to his hometown. How many times did this wish appear in his dreams?He didn't express his opinion immediately, but looked at the young silver-haired elf, "Could it be that something happened to the sea of ​​trees?"

Estes didn't expect him to be so perceptive, so he could only say: "I can't tell you the reason now, and I also left the sea of ​​trees behind everyone's back to find you. Maybe others won't welcome you. But I still hope you can Go back, because I think some problems can be solved only if you go back to the sea of ​​trees."

"How can there be such a request! You don't want to tell what happened, and you don't want to confess to Searle. You drove him out back then. Why, now that you are in trouble, you want to ask him for help?" Monte mocked a little Said, "Can the elves be so thick-skinned?"

Both Estes and Arvette felt their faces were hot and had nothing to say, only the oldest female elf spoke.

"Although we know that this is indeed an excessive request, but..."

"Needless to say." Searle interrupted her, and the female elf couldn't help showing sadness on her face.

"I'll go back."

"Searle!"

"Are you crazy?"

Others protested.

The bard sneered, "The ones who go back to meet you may be bows and arrows."

Estes retorted: "I won't let him get hurt!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Searle rubbed his brows helplessly, and said: "There is no need to argue. If something happens to Shuhai and I don't arrive in time, I will definitely regret it for the rest of my life. So I must go back for a while." trip."

"Even if you go back and face the weapons of the same race? You know, there are thousands of elves who died in the orc mountain road, and thousands of relatives and friends stay in the sea of ​​trees. They will hate you." Neil asked.

"What does it matter to hate me? After all, I'm still alive, and their loved ones are dead. If hating me can ease the pain of losing a loved one, I'll be happy. And you don't know elves, Neil, they don't hate me, they just Disappointed in me."

And that disappointment was heavier than hatred for Searle, who once carried all the elves' expectations and trust.

In the end, Brian clapped his hands, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"Since we have decided to go to the Sea of ​​Trees, we have to go west! The last village is ahead, we can buy some horses, after all, the road ahead is very long."

"That's right, I haven't been to the Sea of ​​Elf Trees yet. I don't know if the purebloods there will shoot me up and say it when they see me?" Monte put his hands behind his head and said lazily.

Searle looked at these new companions, his silver eyes were stained with a smile, as if he, Olivier, and Nanni went on an adventure for the first time more than 100 years ago, and his heart was full of strength at this moment.This made him miss Red and the paladins who had been away for several months. He didn't know that everything would be fine after they returned to the holy city.

Finally, he said.

"Let's go then."

However, their journey had just begun when they encountered another accident.When approaching the last human village near Rock City, the half-elf with good eyesight blinked.

"What is that? I seem to see a lot..."

"A lot of half-bloods gathered at the gate of the village, you read that right." The bard Neil finished speaking on his behalf, and walked to the front of the line, "They are waiting for you, Sarandir."

The emerald green eyes he inherited from the elven blood looked quietly. Almost all beings who inherited the elven blood had such eyes, but their greens were different from each other.Monte's eyes are like emeralds, always shining brightly, hiding vitality and sensitivity; Arvette's eyes are crisp green leaves, which are the color of the branches and leaves of the big trees closest to the sun in the western tree sea; Stan's eyes weren't blue, and neither was Searle.

And the bard's eyes are like deep pools under the cover of green leaves. At first glance, they are dark green, but actually there are traces of black hidden.

This may have something to do with each of their personalities and experiences.

Searle had known for a long time that this quarter-breed bard was not like Monte, and even less like Estes. He was born to see more darkness than others, and he also lost the instinct to trust others.However, at this moment, in these deep blue eyes, Searle seemed to see a trace of fragile looking up and expecting.

They are waiting for you, Saran'dir, he said.

Searle's eyesight was better than Monte's, and he saw the identities of the group of mixed blood gathered at the gate of the village.

Some of them have human faces and orc ears, some have mutilated pointed ears like Monte, and some are short like a child with beards on their faces—these are the free hybrids in Rock City.

"You destroyed the slave trade in Rock City and saved them, but they have nowhere to go," said the bard. "They have no hometown, no relatives, and they will never get a job that is enough to make a living. Even in the After you leave, they may be hunted down by the Lord of Rock City immediately."

Estes frowned and looked at the group of mixed races.They are basically young people, able-bodied, with complete limbs.Salanduil saved them, but he didn't have to be responsible for their lives. Could it be that this group of people couldn't find a way to make ends meet?

The Elven Crown Prince took the matter too simply.Most of these mixed-bloods who were traded as slaves were indeed young adults, but they had no identity, no land, no skills, and they were still "commodities" that escaped from Rock City.No country or city dares to take them in openly, and such a group of young and middle-aged people without owners is a threat to other countries. If they are left alone, they may be cleared soon.

However, to put it another way, these young people have good adaptability. As long as someone can give them a piece of land to settle down and a free identity that can legally live, they will create value.

Searle is their savior, and they have come to seek refuge.However, such a group of people is a hot potato, what is Searle going to do?

At this time, the crowd in front of the village became agitated, and they noticed a group of people in Sel.

"Master Salanduil!"

"It's Lord Salanduil."

They looked forward with joy, as if the stray dogs who had strayed for a long time finally saw a master who was willing to take them in.

"I can have someone take them to the Wind Riser," Monte said, "they can live on their own there."

However, the half-bloods who were once treated as slaves are incompatible with those in Fengqi City.Searle understands this. For the lambs who have been raised in captivity, the chaotic Wind Rises City may be the place that makes them more afraid of being locked in Rock City.

"We brought you food and water! They were picked from the nearby forests, fresh."

A young man with furry animal ears approached carefully and handed over a fruit.

"Do you want to eat?"

There was hope and fear in his eyes.

Searle looked at the fruit that had been carefully wiped clean. It was a common wild fruit in the mountains and forests. It was neither sweet nor juicy, and even birds and animals were rarely willing to eat it.The young Ser once asked ignorantly why the goddess of nature created such a fruit, which was neither good-looking nor delicious.It was later that Searle learned that it was this kind of unattractive wild fruit, which was very filling and easy to store. Because of its strong vitality, it would never be picked, and it was the best food for refugees.

Searle took the fruit, took a bite, and the long-lost sour taste spread through his mouth.

[Searle, every life has its meaning of existence. 】

Yes, Dad, maybe the meaning of my life is to meet such people again and again.

He gnawed the fruit in a few mouthfuls, and held the rough hand of the young man.

"follow me."

Sarandiel said.