Elven Survival Manual

Servants lead the way.

The elf paid attention to the surrounding situation as he walked.

After coming out of the hall, the servant led them through several corridors and down a flight of stairs, around the garden and several buildings, and finally came to a tower.

At the beginning, they could still see guards and patrolling soldiers where they walked, and there were even people checking on the road, but when they got here, there were no people around.

The tower was pitch-black, and there were no lights around it, only the bright moonlight dimly illuminated the area.

"His Majesty is waiting for you on this tower."

A king who came to such a place to secretly meet with two foreign nobles who had a grudge against him, no matter how he thought about it, he seemed to be planning to assassinate him secretly.

The servant who led the way was originally worried that they would not come if they found something wrong, so he had thought of an excuse for a long time, but the two people didn't ask a word, which made him panic.

Of course, the elf and the demon king didn't ask too many questions. In fact, they already knew that King Posenaka was not here. The other party didn't leave the banquet hall at all, but just hid in a lounge. They could see this clearly.

So when the servants opened their mouths, they just looked at him coldly. The black eyes of the Demon King, whose color was specially changed on the continent of Vera, looked even more strange in such a dark night. Even the green eyes of the elves were faint, like Two will-o'-the-wisps in the dark night.

The watching servant felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, swallowing hard, stepped forward in a little panic and knocked on the wooden door of the tower.

With a click, the wooden door opened from the inside, and an old man stood inside holding an oil lamp, looking at them steadily.

The servant didn't talk to him either, and turned around to ask the devil and the elf to go in: "Your Majesty is up there, you just follow him."

After leaving this sentence, the servant left without looking back, his haste seemed to be chasing by a monster behind him.

Regardless of the servant who fled, the devil and the elf silently looked at the old man in front of them.

This is really a very old man, with white hair like winter grass, dull, thin and haggard, with black age spots on his wrinkled face, and his stooped back looks like he has carried a small The mountain wrapped around his body, and his fingers holding the lantern were bent like claws, and the flames swayed on his body, like a ghost in the dark.

The old man with the lamp gestured towards them a few times, and walked in regardless of whether they could understand or not.

The Demon King and the elves followed.

The door behind him closed automatically, and the sound of locking could be heard vaguely.

The elf glanced back, lost the illumination of the lights in front of him, and it was pitch black behind him, only the outline of the wooden door could be seen faintly.

There was no one by the door.

Holding him with one hand, the elf turned his head and met the demon king's eyes.

Take it easy, I'm here.

After receiving this message, the elf smiled enough to light up the darkness, and grabbed the Demon King's hand firmly.

The old man leading the way did not turn his head back. He seemed to be a deaf-mute, completely unaware of the movement behind him.

The footsteps that stopped moved again, and the elf and the demon king followed hand in hand.

I thought that the old man would take them all the way up to the top of the tower, but I didn't expect that there are not only stairs up but also down in this tower.

The revolving staircase is very narrow, only for one person to go down alone, the devil is in front, the elf is behind, and the hands of the two have never been separated.

I don't remember how long I walked, the elves were going to be dazed by the winding stairs, and a long corridor suddenly appeared in front of them. Two lights for lighting were embedded on the walls on both sides of the corridor at intervals. Philosopher's Stone.

Different from the cheap but practical lighting stones that can be recharged by monsters, the lighting stones on the Vila road are called magic stones, which are processed with magic crystals. The higher the level, the bigger the magic crystal lighting The better the effect, but after the energy in it is consumed, the magic crystal will be scrapped, so only rich people can use this kind of magic stone. The ones in the corridor, depending on the size, are afraid that one will cost at least [-] gold coins.

The corridor was illuminated by the Philosopher's Stone as if it were daytime. The oil lamp in the old man's hand was useless, but he did not turn off the oil lamp, and still carried it forward.

The long corridors are carved with gold and silver, and are magnificently decorated. Even the smooth and bright floor has beautiful and delicate patterns. This place is like an underground palace, not worse than the royal palace on the ground.

The old man stopped before an open door and motioned for them to enter.

They did not enter rashly, but stopped at the door, looking at everything inside the door.

This is an exceptionally magnificent hall. Tall stone pillars stand in the hall, supporting the vaulted roof. The shiny floor has the same patterns as those in the corridor, and the walls and ceilings are full of gorgeous golden decorations. Patterns, lifelike statues and exquisite and detailed reliefs are perfectly integrated, telling magical stories one by one.

On the wall facing the gate far away, a huge figure sitting on a throne, wearing a crown, holding a scepter, and wearing a gorgeous robe stands there. The face of the figure is sacred and inviolable, but the eyes slightly lowered Eyes full of compassion.

The portrait looks like a great and majestic king, but the pair of wings folded on both sides of his back tells the world that this is not a human being, and the sun scepter in his hand shows his identity.

This is really the god believed by the Sun God Sect.

And here is a temple located underground.

In front of the statue, a figure in a white robe knelt in front of the statue, seeming to be concentrating on praying.

He should be the one they want to see.

But for the time being, the demon king and the elves didn't have time to care about this person. Their eyes stayed on the face of the god statue, and their expressions became strange by coincidence.

"You are finally here."

As if noticing that they hadn't gone in, the praying man stood up and turned to face them.

With an old and majestic face, this is a person they have only met not long ago.

Pope of the Sun religion.

He looked at the devil and the elf lovingly and smiled at them, "Come in, my children."

"I think you should know me."

I know, I just saw it.

Two non-human beings walked into the temple and slowly walked in front of the Pope. Behind them, the old man also followed.

The pope saw them coming in, and the smile on his face deepened: "You must be wondering why I invited you here in the name of the king."

Following his meaning, the elf nodded, he was indeed curious.

"In fact, it is God's will," the pope continued.

He turned around and bent towards the statues before turning back to face them: "God told me that the destined man has appeared, and he will bring us a bright future, and the brilliance of the sun god will illuminate this world." every corner of the continent."

When he said this, the pope's eyes flickered with fanaticism, which made the kind smile on his mouth a little weird.

"God's will?"

"Yes."

The Pope nodded and explained to them seriously.

"God said that the disaster that happened thousands of years ago is not over yet. The earth is being destroyed, and the world is heading for destruction. If we don't stop it, all of us will fall into the arms of death."

"But we still have a chance."

"The world will bring the Child of Destiny, he will save the world, all disasters and destruction will eventually leave us, only the brilliance of the sun can last forever."

Elf: "So, you think that child of destiny is us?"

"It's not you, it's you." The Pope looked at the pointed ears of the elf: "God told me that the Child of Destiny will have a perfect appearance and powerful natural force, and he will be an elf."

The words of the sun god coincided with Galariel's request, and he was indeed summoned to save the world.

The elves who heard it would believe it—if he had just come to this world, hadn't been with the Demon King, didn't know the existence of the envoy, and hadn't seen the statue of this god.

Therefore, the current elves don't believe a word, but he still showed a shocked look: "There are a lot of elves in this world, why do you think it's me?"

"God knows everything, my child." The Pope looked at him kindly: "He saw your figure in the long river of time and conveyed your image to me, so I know that you are the child of destiny .”

"This sounds incredible." The elf's expression wavered, as if he wanted to believe him, but he couldn't believe it.

At this moment, the statue behind the pope suddenly radiated light, and in the golden light, something broke away from the statue, and the translucent body became smaller and smaller in the air, and finally turned into a figure about the same size as them .

He was floating in front of them, and his face was exactly the same as that of the god behind him, making it easy to guess his identity.

【What he said was not wrong. 】

[You are very welcome to our world. 】

[The savior from a different world, an elf who is sheltered and favored by nature. 】

[We have the same purpose and are all working hard to save the world. 】

[So, please join us. 】

The elf's eyes widened.

Wow~ This appearance is really cool.

The author has something to say: The elves look at the devil: why didn't you make such a cool appearance?

Demon King: I can be more cool than him!