Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Dark elves are a branch of elves who are smaller than humans, with charcoal-black skin, snow-white hair, and red eyes that can see in complete darkness.Although they are very different from their relatives living in the surface forest in appearance and living habits, there is much evidence that they have a common ancestor.

Legend has it that the dark elves appeared before the source of magic was polluted. At that time, the elf queen who was proficient in magic cursed a rebellious family and changed their physique forever. The sun will blind their eyes and burn their skin.

But this family did not perish in pain as expected by the queen, but survived in the dark underground cave with difficulty, and multiplied from generation to generation. The scarce resources underground and the dangerous environment forced them to go further Becoming selfish and cruel, until now, the dark elves based in the Undercity have become the most ferocious and terrifying race in the underground labyrinth.

Since the dark elves live only in the underground world, human beings know little about them, except that this curse has been handed down along with their eternal hatred for the surface elves. ——"Feino Continental Encyclopedia·Humanoid Creatures"

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The battle ended quickly. The dark elf assassins left behind more than a dozen corpses, and the rest retreated in a hurry, while only a few people on their side suffered varying degrees of injuries.

Avondel couldn't go back to sleep yet, he had to treat the injured.

When the source of magic has been polluted, it is no longer possible for today's mages to regenerate the body of a dying person with a single magic like in the age of magic. He can only glue the flesh and blood of the wound together to stop the bleeding. And prevent inflammation.

Even with this level, it can save many seriously injured people who cannot be saved by conventional bandaging methods, and make the wounds that would not heal in a month or two become completely unhindered.

Palos was also injured, and his actual combat experience is still lacking. After piercing an assassin's chest with a sword, he let down his vigilance when he thought he had won. Unexpectedly, before he pulled out the sword, With the last of his strength, the dying assassin stabbed the dagger through the gap in the Templar's armor, leaving him with a rib-deep gash.

At this moment, his mentor Kent had helped him take off his armor and blood-stained shirt, and he gritted his teeth and pressed the wound and waited.

After Evandel healed the seriously injured mercenary, he came over to check on his condition.

"Okay, take your hands away." The anger that had probably been awakened had been vented in the battle just now, and Evandel's voice sounded very gentle now.

As he spoke, Palos' eyes fell on his lips, and he couldn't help thinking of Basil's obscenities.

The mage's lips looked very soft indeed, always curved so gracefully when he smiled, it was hard to imagine that such soft lips had ever uttered a deadly spell not so long ago.

The mage's eyes are also beautiful, and those ice blue eyes are looking at him: "I can't treat you like this."

Realizing that he was staring at the mage in a daze, Palos immediately looked away in embarrassment, and let go of the hand holding the wound as if he had been scalded.

The blood was no longer flowing, and the wound was rolled up. Evandel checked the size and depth of the wound, and after confirming that there were no toxins or other dirty things left, he began to cast spells to treat him.

During the process, Palos looked at the rock wall behind the mage in embarrassment. He felt that his heartbeat was abnormally fast, especially after the mage healed his wound, he touched his muscular chest.

Different from the warriors, the mage's hands are very beautiful, with long and delicate fingers, and the soft fingertips press the freshly bonded wound, bringing a strange tingling and itchy touch.

Palos felt the temperature on his cheeks rising rapidly, and he shrank back in embarrassment, unable to speak: "Thank you, thank you for your treatment."

Evandel didn't think much about it. In fact, he would touch every wound he healed to see if he was "glued" evenly. If he didn't do it well enough, he certainly wouldn't cut the wound open. Glue it again, but at least you can pay more attention next time.

"Don't make too many movements for the time being, so as not to affect the healing." After Evandel explained this sentence, he went to treat the next injured person.

However, Palos' mind was uncontrollably recalling the phrase Basil said, "Touch your whole body with slender fingers".

God knows that he has never had any unsuitable thoughts about mages before, and Basil's slander of him made him feel extremely humiliated. After that, he deliberately kept a proper distance from mages, but sometimes people just In this way, the more you deliberately remind yourself not to think about one thing, the more you can't help but think about it.

And I think more and more, deeper and deeper.

Palos felt that he couldn't get better. Maybe after completing this mission, he should go back and confess to the bishop. The well-informed bishop should know how to make him stop such evil thoughts.

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Phils handed over his weapon cooperatively after the battle, and stretched out his hands for the mercenaries to tie him up again.

The mercenary captain Herris seemed to have completely forgotten that the Templar Commander Kent was their employer, so he pulled Fiers over and asked Avondel how to deal with the prisoner.

After the mage healed the last wounded, he returned to the tent to rest. He cast some spells too much today, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. This kind of mental exhaustion cannot be completely relieved even if he sleeps. It can only be relieved with time. Slowly recover.

He didn't bother to stand up, so he sat on the blanket and looked at Phils lazily: "Tell me why you did this."

"I just want to survive." Phils shrugged. "As I said, because the assassination failed, I will not have a way to survive when I go back. Even if I find a chance to assassinate you later, they will kill you because I didn't Finish it in the first place and find fault and execute me."

"This sounds unreasonable." Even if he is in a bad mood, Avandell immediately found the loopholes in his words, "Although I don't know much about 'blood spiders', as far as I know, the population of the Undercity is not large. , Training an assassin is not something that can be completed in a short time, if they execute the participating team members every time the mission fails, this organization will soon fall into a situation where no one can be used."

"But the problem is, I'm not a purebred dark elf. In a place like Undercity, no matter how hard I try, I can't be recognized. There are quite a few people in the 'Blood Spider' who want to kill me, because I'm jealous that I, a 'bastard' who is lower than a slave, actually performed better than them. This assassination failure is undoubtedly the best excuse for them. For me, the only chance to survive now is to rely on you."

Avondel crossed his legs, crossed his arms and looked at him carefully: "Are you so sure that we will give you a way out?"

"I heard that the races on the surface are more kind. Since I am so obedient and useful, please take me in!" Fiers begged with the most pitiful gesture, "Let me be a thug, It’s okay to be a slave, you won’t suffer.”

The mercenary captain Herris said: "I don't think we can just trust him like this. You must know that dark elves are famous for their cunning. We have no way to ask 'Blood Spider' if what he said is true. Who knows? After he tricked us into untying him, will he find another chance to assassinate you?"

Phils sighed helplessly: "How can I gain your trust?"

"Unless you wear this." The mage took out a collar from his cloth bag.

People thought that there was only the book and some simple writing instruments in his bag, but it was unexpected that there were such things.

It seemed to be a collar for wild beasts, inlaid with a large purple gemstone. The mage explained: "This is an ancient relic from the age of demons. It is a collar specially used to tame demons. The magic on it is until now. It's also working. Once you wear it, no matter how far you escape, as long as I say a spell, it will continue to tighten until your neck is thinner than your wrist. If I die, Or if you try to forcefully break it, it will have the same effect."

Phils swallowed his saliva and put on this collar. He will undoubtedly become a master's slave completely, and may never be free again, but if he refuses at this time, I am afraid that there is only a dead end waiting for him.

Only by being alive can there be infinite possibilities in the future, so Phils lowered his head and obediently asked the mage to put a collar on him.

The mercenary captain was still not at ease with this prisoner, but out of trust in the mage's ability, he held back his complaints and just frowned: "Should I congratulate you for taking a dog?"

"Don't be so sour, we need manpower, especially manpower who are good at dealing with the 'Blood Spider' assassin, he will be useful." The mage pulled up the blanket, ready to catch up on sleep before talking.